I recently finished Book #7, Eye of the Storm, and it has been the highlight of the nostalgia gorge so far. Why? Because I didn't remember a lick about it, and frankly, that shocks me. Why? Because it's like Muller wrote this book specifically with Teenage Wendy in mind. Imagine if a Gothic and a really good episode of Scooby Doo, Where Are You? had a baby - and that's Eye of the Storm. Sharon heads to a tiny, nothing town in the Sacramento Delta area after her baby sister gets in over her head with a new beau (who fancies himself a chef) and a rundown old mansion she wants to turn into a B&B. The locals are insular, the mansion is on an isolated island (you need to take a ferry to get to it), there's a creepy old legend (because of course there is) and someone is trying to scare them off.
I liked this story quite a bit, again for the nostalgia. The rest of it doesn't work quite as well because other than Sharon, you pretty much end up disliking every other character in the story. Even Sharon's nieces and nephew (still kids!) - which takes some doing. Plus Sharon is operating outside of her usual San Francisco setting, which is half the charm of this series (if I'm being honest). Still, I'm a Scooby Doo nerd and the "creepy old house" angle always (ALWAYS!) reels me in.
The story opens up with Amos looking for the wayward husband of a former flame. The guy embezzled money from Chrysler, hooked up with a blonde half his age, and is suspected to be somewhere across the border. However, just as Amos is ready to storm the motel near Toronto, his mark is found dead, a bullet to the head while the blonde was taking a shower. It has professional job written all over it - which is how he comes into the orbit of Macklin. Amos has no stomach for those that make their living off murder for hire, but through a series of circumstances, he takes a job to protect Macklin's soon to be ex-wife. Someone is threatening to kill her, Macklin knows who it is, he just needs time to run the guy down (literally and figuratively).
I've hopscotched my way through about a dozen of the Amos Walker books, haven't read a single Macklin story, but didn't have a problem keeping up. But this is a read that takes some getting used to. The Walker stories are in first person, the Macklin's in third, and Estleman shifts between the two styles. Luckily he does this during chapter breaks (and not mid-paragraph) but shifting between the two within the same book isn't always easy going, even though I didn't find it to be a completely terrible authorial decision (but I can totally see how it will drive some readers batty).
What I liked about this one is what I tend to like about all the Amos books. The tough guy cliches, the femme fatales, the crooked cops, the noir-ish shroud Estleman spreads over the city of Detroit. I also loved how this book started (the Canada scenes) and ended. Given that this is the most recent book in two long-running series, newbies aren't going to find a ton of in-depth character development here - which is mainly where I'm going to ding this one. But if you're already a fan of one, or both, of the series, this was time well spent.
