Indigo Slam

Indigo Slam (1997) Robert Crais

The book opens three years previously, with a father and three children being evacuated by US Marshals. This is actually important, because then the reactions make far more sense to the reader (even if they don’t make sense to Elvis).

Lucy Chenier is working out a deal to move to LA, and Elvis is is distracted by that until three children show up in his office asking him to search for their father.

She smiled warmly at Teresa. “He won’t call them just yet, dear, but we’ll have to consider that as we go.”

Now I frowned at Lucy. “What’s this ‘we’ business?”

Lucy squeezed tighter. “But don’t you worry about that for now, Teri. Right now, he’s going to find your father.”

I said, “I am?”

Lucy turned the warm smile my way. “Of course you are. If you know what’s good for you.”

This is another book that I really don’t remember reading.

Important things I forgot:
Lucy’s ex trying to derail her moving to LA

“I could just shoot him. That would solve the problem.”

She smiled, and it was warm. “I know, but then you would have saved me, and I wouldn’t have saved myself. This is for me.”

The Russians
The drug use
The dong (no, not THAT dong)

Essentially, I pretty much forgot the whole book.

But again, I was reminded of the many things I like about Elvis and this series.

My home had been invaded, and I could either let my feelings for the place be changed by that event or not, but either way would be my choice. The event is what you make of it.

I spent the next two hours cleaning both bathrooms and the kitchen and the floors. I threw out my toothbrush and opened a new one, and I washed the sheets and pillowcases and towels. I pulled the plates and the silver from the cupboards and drawers and loaded them into the dishwasher, and vacuumed the couch and the chairs and the carpets. I scrubbed the floors hard, and spent the remains of the day cleaning and drinking until, very early the next morning, I had once more made peace with my home.

That’s something one wouldn’t expect a manly-man to feel–stressed out by having his home searched, but I love that he does feel that, and that it give the reader permission to feel stressed out about things in their lives. After all, if a manly ass-kicking detective can be distressed, then anyone can.

And one last nod to the time this was written:

I could see Ben on the floor surrounded by Incredible Hulk comic books while he watched Babylon 5.

First ST: TNG, then Babylon 5, and he name checks all kinds of books as well. But the SF just makes me gleeful.
Rating: 8.5/10

Published by Hyperion

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