Hawk Mountain by Conner Habib is an odd read, not quite a thriller, not quite murder-mystery. Perhaps a suspense, but no, not quite that either. I’ll call it an interesting and perhaps even an intriguing read. Certainly a recommended one.

Divorced from his wife, Todd has been parenting his now 5-year-old son, Anthony since shortly after birth. She is in Italy or maybe somewhere in the US but has resurfaced and been contacting Todd, discussing a way back into Anthony’s life. Todd recently moved to a new town, where Anthony is starting school and Todd is beginning a new teaching assignment. He certainly is not interested in the added disruption to his and his son’s life of his ex-wife’s reappearance.

While walking along the beach with Anthony one evening, Todd recognizes Jack, last seen about 15 years ago in high school, when and where they did not get along. Indeed, Todd’s memories of high school are not good and Jack was a factor in that. Jack invites himself to dinner with Todd and then weasels his way into staying the night at Todd’s house – new in the town, nowhere to stay, no one to stay with… you know.

As uncomfortable as the situation is, the memories of Jack at high school are even more discomforting. Jack stays longer and continues to push himself into Todd’s and Anthony’s life, including answering a call from Todd’s ex-wife in which he tells her that Todd is now living with his boyfriend. Not just does this give her more reason to become aggressively intent on becoming Anthony’s active mother, it gives Todd reason to tell Jack to leave. Jack reveals he is gay and makes an advance on Todd, they fight and Todd beats Jack to death. Over the next few weeks Todd hastily creates a girlfriend relationship with Anthony’s teacher to show his ex-wife that he is not gay, and he gruesomely and methodically disposes of Jack’s body, piece by piece and over several weeks, into the sea.

Yes, I hear you… what an odd combination of plot threads… sexuality issues, high school bullying issues, divorced spouse/parent and oh yes, a gruesome murder clean–up as well. And I’m not at all sure they work together.

The book is well-written, the plot trots along at an interest-holding pace and the characters all feel genuine and either likeable or not, as the story requires. The book is certainly not a ‘murder and who did it?’ because the murder is less central to the story than many other elements and anyway, we know who did it. At times it felt like a coming of age book, but via memory. And then it ended. What I mean is, I was expecting more of an ending.

Better the Blood by Michael Bennett is a detective story set in Auckland, New Zealand.

Hana Westerman, a detective and single, divorced mother receives a short video file on her phone leading her to the scene of an apparent suicide by hanging. But there are indications that it was a murder and pathology quickly confirms this. Soon, evidence of other deaths are sent to her suggesting she is hunting a serial killer. Perhaps too remarkably, Hana discovers a link to an historic crime in Auckland and as the murders continue it becomes clear that present-day relatives of a colonial-era killing of a Maori chief are the targets and this seems to include Hanna or her ex-husband or perhaps their daughter. The murders seem to be utu/revenge/pay-back for the earlier killing.

In Hana’s early years as a police officer she and her colleagues were required to break up a protest, causing pain and humiliation to some tribal elders. This seemed to be the trigger for the killer whose mother was arrested and dragged away by Hana. The killer was a small boy at the time and it seems he blames Hana personally for the humiliation suffered by his mother.

Superficially, the story is one of chasing down a serial-murderer, but the author clearly has another story to tell, that of generational pain and suffering associated with colonial-era wrongs and their effects on the injustices expereienced in modern-day, New Zealand. I’m not sure the two stories work together and as the book developed, the serial-murder thread seemed to be overwhelmed by the politics, grief and injustice thread/theme. There are clearly two compelling stories to be told and in my opinion, they should’ve been told separately.

The writing is sound, the characters are developed well-enough although Hana’s daughter, partner and ex-husband all seemed cliche. More back-story and more inter-play between the characters would’ve made the story work better and perhaps give the reader more reason to empathise with the potential victims and therefore care more about the story’s ending. It felt like Hana solved quite obscure ‘clues’ too easily/quickly and sometimes just by sheer chance. There seemed a lack of that old-fashioned, tiresome detective work and not enough dead ends and red-herrings. This is breaking the basic rules of the Agatha Christie murder-mystery and gave me a sense of being cheated; I want a fair chance to solve the crime before the detective.

I enjoyed much of the book, especially the unique setting, both the physical and cultural context. I liked that history played a role in the crime, but the two separate stories muddled together rather dampened the experience.

Tucked away in a chic inner-city courtyard is one of my favourite cafes and nean roasters – Quahwa. ‘Quahaa’ means coffee is some exotic language that I’ve forgotten and isn’t really important to this review. What is important is everything else about Quahwa.

Covid has kept me away from Zagreb and Quahwa for almost 3 years, so it was with a little anxiety that I sought out my dear old favourite and some relief to see it still there on Nikola Tesla Street as fragrant and vibrant as ever.

They roast and grind beans from an eclectic array of origins. If you’re drinking at one of the courtyard tables, as you should because it’s a jazzy cool spot to rest your legs and recharge your head…, ask about the ‘rarities’ on the menu. You’ll hear words like Brazil, Honduras, Mexico, Kenya and… Ethiopia (second only to Yemen for flavour, in my opinion).

My strategy has always been to try three (or five) different beans from Quahwa’s rarities range and then get a bag of my favourite beans to take home. This way my legs and head get a proper rest, my taste buds get to go on an adventure and my bag gets to smell more than delicious for a few days.

There are cutesy little sugar sachets on the table, but as you know by now, if you want sweet coffee, order something grown at altitude, Yemen, Ethiopia, Kenya… Catchy old (aka ‘real’) music such as the Eagles, the Animals, CCR (and who sings ‘I’ve got a brand pair of roller skates…’?) wafting around the space is surely the cherry on the top of the icing on the cake.

Quahwa doesn’t serve food, but that’s the perfect reason to walk just a block away to Oranž, pron. Orange) for Torte Pavlova with fruit (pron. OMG).

Ice Islands by Humphrey Hawksely is a very well-written, tightly-plotted thriller that follows Major Rake Ozenna as he takes shady instructions from an even shadier part of the White House to track down and neutralize a threat from the Japanese Mafia’s Kato family and its quest to make Japan a nuclear power.

Major Rake Ozenna mission is to meet and befriend Sara Kato and perhaps turn her against her father and brother and so provide the necessary information about the Kato mafia family. Ozenna’s contact with Saraa is planned to occur at a Peace Conference on the Finnish Aland Islands where he has been arranged as a last-minute speaker. Things go somewhat badly – the Russian President’s secret son who is a delegate at the conference is murdered and Sara is framed. Ozenna is hastily instructed to snatch and secure her, but driving from the conference venue his orders change, Sara is handed to the Finnish authorities who immediately hand her to her brother. Ozenna is extracted and returns to the US. By the time the Russian President is informed of his son’s murder, it is also known who killed him and so a high-octane political crisis escalates.

Meanwhile, in Japan, Sara Kato witnesses her eldest brother assist her other brother to kill himself in front of the family due to the shame he brought on them all while in the US. Horrified an terrified, Sara makes contact with Ozenna who, with his commander, is able to extract her briefly and acquire from her the necessary information about the Kato family’s nuclear-weapons aspiration. Then thye return her to the family as a spy/informant.

The climax involves a state of the art fishing/research ship that leaves harbour with a last-minute change of crew and the eldest Kato brother and Sara aboard, and a nuclear-armed missile also on board, on the eve of a significant day in Japanese history. Ozenna manages to get aboard too just before the ship leaves port and so the pace picks up, the climax approaches…

The plot races along so that there are no ‘quiet’ sections of the book. The main characters and most of the secondary ones are developed just enough so that the reader can develop some compassion for them and their relationships and frailties and look forward to these relationships developing more. I believe this is one of a series and This was an easy, fast read and I certainly would recommend reading more.   

Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak is a fast-paced thriller; the story of Mallory, a recovering opioid addict, who is hired as a babysitter for a pre-kindergarten boy, Teddy, the son of Caroline, a psychiatrist and Ted, an IT entrepreneur in Philadelphia.

Mallory’s new job is perfect, just what she needs to cement her recovery. Her new situation gives her a safe and comfortable place to live well away from the risks of her old life. It also gives her a purpose. And soon her new job introduces her to Adrian, the handsome son of a landscape gardening company owner.

Mallory finds Caroline and Ted’s parenting ideas a little over the top, but then they are professionals, wealthy and successful and so it seems right that they also have high expectations for their son and for his nanny.  Mallory adores young Teddy and they quickly develop a close relationship. Teddy proves to be a creative and imaginative player and a gifted artist, but soon his pictures take on a sinister and disturbing tone. Mallory is concerned when she overhears Teddy talking to Anya, his imaginary friend, but Caroline says it’s normal, and Carline is a psychiatrist so she should know about such things, right? Initially Mallory hides the disturbing pictures from Caroline and Ted but when the secret is revealed, Mallory shares her suspicions – that a demon of some sort is controlling Teddy, trying to communicate through him. Caroline and Ted are angry that Mallory would think such foolishness, but Adrian believes her.

As Mallory’s concerns become more intense, Caroline becomes concerned that Mallory may have relapsed and be using drugs again. One afternoon Mallory falls asleep and wakes to find she has scrawled drawings all over the kitchen walls. Caroline is furious that little Teddy was left unsupervised and she dismisses Mallory.

The pace of Mallory’s investigations increases as her time with Teddy runs out. And because this is a suspense, and because the ending is high-pitched and thrilling, with a delightful twist included, I’ll stop describing the plot.  

The writing style is crisp making the book easy to read at the pace a thriller should be read at. The characters are superbly crafted, so that all are viable suspects. This is not a murder-mystery per se, but one always has the feeling that the reader is expected to solve the situation and so predict the ending. The characters’ interactions feel genuine. This plot is so well constructed it could surely be real, which adds a delightful layer of intrigue. The tension rises steeply as the plot unravels. I appreciated the last few pages that wrapped the story up without it feeling contrived or ‘Hallmarky’.