Private detective Michael Kelly is hired by his former partner to solve an eight-year old rape and battery case long gone cold. But when the partner turns up dead, Kelly enlists a team of his savviest colleagues to connect the dots between the recent murder and the cold case it revived: a television reporter whose relationship with Kelly is not strictly professional; his best friend from childhood, a forensic DNA expert; and an old ally from the DA's office. To close the case, Kelly will have to face the mob, a serial killer, his own double-crossing friends, and the mean streets of the city he loves. From the Trade Paperback edition.
Harvey's debut delivers a fast-paced thrill ride through Chicago's seedy underbelly, where the lines between cops and criminals become dangerously blurred. When his old partner asks for help with an old rape case, Michael Kelly, former Chicago detective turned PI, finds himself in the middle of a massive coverup with links to a notorious serial killer on death row. With the help of his childhood friend, DNA analyst Nicole Andrews, feisty and sexy TV reporter Diane Lindsay and a handful of cops he hopes he can trust, Kelly must solve the original rape case while staying alive as the men who killed to keep a secret set their sights on him. Harvey, the cocreator and executive producer of A&E's Cold Case Files, spins a twisted story that masterfully combines the sardonic wit of Chandler with the gritty violence of Lehane's Kenzie and Gennaro series. Bringing Chicago to life so skillfully that the reader can almost hear the El train in the distance, Harvey is poised to take the crime-writing world by storm. (Aug.)
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1 . good story
Posted July 22, 2010 by Rikkilulu , El CajonLoved it. Very fast paced.
2 . Michael Kelly- street-hardened crack detective
Posted June 02, 2010 by Jeremy , Riverbank,CAThis was a good read. Interesting, fast paced. The author introduces so many characters and floats them in and out, this sometimes can be confusing keeping track of whos-who, but with its gripping dialogue, and who-dun-it intrigue, you'll want to finish this one and find it won't take you long.
3 . Too slow to stick with it - almost boring
Posted May 17, 2010 by Bill Hawkins , FresnoIt started off interestingly enough, but didn't go anywhere. The excitement to turn the pages for more, or to get to the next chapter is not there. Overly slow,due to such a loose story line. It's hard to imagine the main characters, never able to see them as real people.
4 . Grisham-like drama
Posted April 25, 2010 by Janis , Carbon Canyon, CAGood story, good setting, good characters, a worthwhile read!
5 . Positive
Posted April 25, 2010 by Gail , UplandHarvey weaves a great yarn. This was complex and satisfying with lots of plot twists. The characters were carefully drawn. The grim details might be off-putting for some readers, but they are certainly appropriate for a novel about a serial killer. I will look for more of his titles.
6 . Could not put this one down!
Posted April 24, 2010 by Mags , Chicago, ILI've got a new favorite author! Read this one in one sitting. Great story, great city. Loved the main character, witty dialogue and surprise ending. Getting Harvey's newest book now... The Third Rail.
7 . slow moving
Posted April 14, 2010 by brooks , orlando flthis is over 300 pages and it moves very slow. twist at the end .
the price equates to the value of the book
8 . Lots to enjoy!
Posted April 12, 2010 by samiteach , Las VegasYou have to like the way Mr. Harvey describes the Midwestern Man, as I grew up with them. Also the Irish and cop talk and ways were consistent with stories I heard from retired Chicago cop. The younger educated Irish also rang true to me as exwife of one. I hope to read more of Micheal and his quest. The facts given should give us pause and something to think about.
August 21, 2007
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Excerpt from The Chicago Way by Michael Harvey
I was on the second floor of a three-story walk-up on Chicago's North Side. Outside the Hawk blew hard off the lake and flattened itself against the bay windows. I didn't care. I had my feet up, a cup of Earl Grey, and my own list of the ten greatest moments in Cubs history.
For the first half hour I was stuck on number one. Then I realized the greatest moments at Clark and Addison are always about to be. With that I settled in and mapped out the starting rotation for next year's world champions. That's when I saw him.
Actually, I sensed John Gibbons before I saw him. But that's just how it was with Gibbons. From waist to shoulders he was of one dimension, that being massive. His head sat on a bulldog neck, with short ears and gray hair clipped close. His nose showed the back rooms of Chicago's alleys. His eyes were still clear, cool, and blue. He cornered me with a look and smiled.
Gibbons had been retired from the force five years now. I hadn't seen him in four, but it didn't matter. We had some history. He shook off the rain and threw a chair toward my desk. He sat down as if he belonged there and always had. I put the Cubs away, pulled open the bottom drawer, and found a bottle of Powers Irish. John took it straight. Just to be sociable, I gave Sir Earl a jolt.
"What's up, John?"
He hesitated. For the first time I noticed his suit, uncomfortably cheap, and his tie, a clip-on. In his hands he twisted a soft felt hat.
"Got a case for you, Michael."
He always called me Michael, which was okay since that was my name. I didn't want to derail him, but my curiosity held sway.
"Jesus, John, who's dressing you these days?"
The big man reddened a bit and looked down at the outfit.
"Pretty bad, huh? The wife. Did you know the wife, Michael?"
I shook my head. I didn't know anything about John that wasn't three years old. His personal file at that time read widower. His first wife, an Irishwoman from Donegal, got a message from her doctor one day about an X-ray. Two weeks later, she was gone. I had sent a card and given John a call.
"The wife, the second wife that is, she left about a year ago," Gibbons said. "She was a younger type, you know."
John always had a weakness for them. Women, that is. It's been my experience if you have that sort of weakness, the younger ones tend only to aggravate the situation.
"So you been dressing yourself?" I said.
"For some time."
"And you get all dressed up to come here?"
"To see me?"
"I got a case, Michael."
"So I gather."
I freshened his drink and poured a bit more hot water into my mug.
"You remember 1997."
"Before my time," I said.
"Not by much. Anyway, it was Christmas Eve. I had the windows rolled down. You remember I used to keep the windows down. Even when it was cold. Well, I'm driving the squad by myself. Down in South Chicago."
I knew South Chicago. A collection of warehouses and whorehouses. Dry docks and rough trade. A nasty bit of Chicago, crumbling at the edges and blending into Indiana gray.
"I hear a shot," John said. "Roll around a corner and see this girl running down the middle of the street. Head-to-toe blood. The guy is right behind her. He's got a .38 in one hand and a knife in the other. Sticking her as they run."
John closed his eyes for a moment and left the room. When he opened them, he was back. I didn't feel so comfortable anymore.
"Couple decades on the job, Michael. Never saw anything close to it. I get out of the car, she's coming right at me. I just catch the both of them. He's on top and I can still hear that knife. Made like a suction noise. I reach around with my piece and put it to his head. For the first time he registers me and stops."
"None of this is ringing a bell, John."
"It should ring a bell, huh?"
"Well, let me finish. So we are all three on the ground. Me with the gun to his head and the girl in between us. Her face was about six inches from mine. I could smell the death on her, you know?"
"So we untangle. I put the guy on the ground and cuff him. He says nothing. I slap him around a bit. Still nothing. I look at the girl. She's cut up pretty good, stabbed more than once in the chest. I get a pulse and call for the medics."