Tuesday, January 3, 2023

And 2023 Kicks Off With. . .



 

A Mutilated Mind

My interest was piqued when I saw that Greg Stumbo & Jeff Crawford had collaborated to create this little number. As I enjoy both writers’ work, I was keen to see how their individual styles would blend in this story. And I wasn’t disappointed.

Here’s the blurb:

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Trying to build a life in a dying town may sound like a fruitless endeavor. But, if you can’t leave, shouldn’t you at least try?

Gerry was making the most with the hand that he had been dealt. He had a home, a car, a decent job – now if he could just get the girl, he might be able to add a bright spot to the gray urban landscape that he lived in.

In a rundown town, you can hide your depression. You can hide your disorders and dysfunctions. You can ignore other people's problems, and other peoples' short mindedness. You can ignore relationships with people that you don’t want to be around. But the police won’t ignore mutilated bodies that someone forgot to hide.

When your home is a rundown rental, and your job is threatened, you have a mother who has taken ill and you would kill for a single night’s sleep, how far would you have to go to escape the gloom and darkness? Sometimes it closes in until there is nothing left except the darkness it seems.

When Gerry thinks he sees a connection to the girl of his dreams and the murders, he answers a calling within himself to make sure that she is safe. He only has to find the truth in the darkness, but that darkness can be the most terrifying place of all. Will the darkness allow him to see if he has what he must have…to do what must be done?

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So, what do we get . . . (without spoilers, of course)?
A rather nifty little murder, mystery, psychological thriller, that’s what. And it’s plain to see how well Greg Stumbo’s down to earth conviviality and ‘everyday Joe’ vibe combines to the slow burning intensity that permeates Jeff Crawford’s writing. And it combines very well, adding a realistic and disturbing element to the story arc that grounds it in reality.

You see, serial killers are strange creatures. They don’t wear neon signs advertising their presence. They blend in, serving as your neighbor; your workmate; even your acquaintance. It’s not until the compulsion inside them builds to trigger levels that their true self emerges, prompting them to act. And what we get here is a superbly detached, almost dislocated sense of happening with a truly unsettling voyeuristic quality you’d expect to see in an elusive predator who hides away in plain sight within the community.

I really enjoyed it. And looked forward to how the story progresses.


Amazon Review




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