The 32nd Prey novel. Ummm, what to say... it's a nice fast read, no thinking required, familiar characters and the usual snappy dialogue. Not all the bad guys get what's coming to them though. A tiny appearance by Kidd. There's a bit of soapbox about guns. I know that with Sandford I'm going to get 3 or 4 hours of escapism, and when that's what I want he delivers every time.
I used to find Sandford's Lucas Davenport novels exciting and his Virgil Flowers books funny. However, Righteous Prey left me indifferent. The plot was OK, but the author gave the impression that the murders that form the spine of the plot didn't matter all that much. Either Sandford is phoning it in in his writing now or there's no more novelty in his plots, style or tone for me. And Virgil's extracurricular, no-angst, no-revision novel writing within this book seemed quite unrealistic to me. On the other hand, I will say that the ending of the book was clever and satisfying.
