Lt. Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels of the Chicago Police Department is back, and once again she’s up to her Armani in murder. Someone is sending Jack snuff videos. The victims are people she knows, and they share a common trait – all were involved in one of Jack’s previous cases. With her stalwart partner, Herb, hospitalized and unable to help, Jack follows a trail of death throughout the Midwest, on a collision course with the smartest and deadliest adversary she has ever known.
During the chase, Jack jeopardizes her career, her love life, and her closest friends. She also comes to a startling realization – serial killers have families, and blood runs thick.
Rusty Nail features more of the laugh-out-loud humor and crazy characters that saturated Whiskey Sour and Bloody Mary, without sacrificing the nail-biting thrills. This is Lt. Jack Daniels’ third, and most exciting, adventure yet.
This is the last “Jack” Daniels for me I read the first two Jack Daniels novels and couldn’t decide if I liked them or not so I decided to go ahead and try Rusty Nail. I was just barely able to finish it and won’t bother to read any more in the series. The same things happen in each book: Jack disobeys orders, gets wounded and somehow survives, gets dumped and then her idiotic boyfriend comes back, and she tracks down another serial killer.Â
garbage I read the first book in the series and liked the flow of it although it was a little too graphic for me. So I bought the next book and not only was it way too graphic but the story was ridiculous beyond belief. One particular scene has a brutal killer being driven to jail in a car with two officers. Surprise! Killer has to use restroom. Surprise! He talks police into taking him to a rest stop. Surprise! One cop goes in with him and one stays in car. And the biggest surprise? Well, its not too…
Revolting, disgusting and without redeeming value Unless you enjoy being sickened by depraved people committing almost continuous torture, psychosocial abuse, physical and mental cruelty, skip this work. No story graces the pages of this novel, merely a litany of tortures that make me hope to God I never meet this author–not even in a crowded room, let alone a dark street. Although it’s rare for me to stop reading, I abandoned this book about 2/3 of the way through when I realized there was no point to all the abuse, only a self-indulgent…