Slow Fire - Hardcover

Mercer, Ken

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 031255835X ISBN 13: 9780312558352

Publisher: Minotaur Books, 2010

Synopsis

One morning, Will Magowan opens his mail and finds a mysterious job offer to become the police chief of Haydenville, a tiny town in rural Northern California.

Once a highly decorated LAPD narcotics detective, Will was terminated after a devastating personal tragedy drove him to become addicted to the heroin he was charged with keeping off the streets. Fresh out of rehab but jobless and estranged from his wife, Will now lives alone in an old Airstream trailer on the fringes of L.A.

Out of options, Will accepts the job. After moving to Haydenville, he discovers that the once postcard-perfect town is being corrupted by a criminal influence that threatens to destroy it.

Haydenville’s normally law-abiding citizens begin to erupt in acts of unspeakable violence. Pets are going missing at an alarming rate. Stately Victorian homes are falling into disrepair. 

With only a rookie officer at his disposal, Will risks everything in his quest to save Haydenville—entering a labyrinth of dark secrets that have remained buried for almost 40 years.

An emotionally complex and literate page-turner, Slow Fire marks the electrifying debut of a new series featuring Will Magowan.

 

 

About this title

About the Author

Ken Mercer was born in Newark, New Jersey in 1962 and began writing professionally at the age of 17. He has written for newspaper, magazine, radio, television, and feature films. Slow Fire is his first novel.  He lives in California with his wife and daughter.  For more about Ken Mercer, please visit kenmercer.com.

Reviews

Mercer shows promise, but succumbs to clichés and the implausible in his debut about a former LAPD narcotics detective trying to rebuild his life after being a heroin addict. Will Magowan's new job as police chief in the tiny rural California town of Haydenville is his chance to show that he's again ready for police work. Far from an idyllic town, Haydenville has a thriving meth industry that's made addicts of many residents. Nice place to live, if it wasn't for all the tweakers, thinks Will, who suspects convicted murderer turned famous author, Frank Carver, who often acts as the town's patron, is up to no good. Mercer explores with finesse Will's past, the loss of his son, and his desire to reconnect with his wife, Laurie, but he uses the mayor's threat to fire Will too often, and as the most casual viewer of police dramas knows, even a smalltown cop can't just shoot a criminal or have someone die on his watch and expect to be at work the next hour. Author tour. (Feb.)
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Will Magowan’s heroin addiction cost him his job as a narcotics detective with the LAPD, but he has a second chance when he’s offered the position of police chief in Haydenville, a tiny, bucolic town in the far northern reaches of California. Is it a blessing or curse? Haydenville is plagued by a growing methamphetamine problem, and local authorities and politicians seem unwilling to tackle the crisis head-on. (They just can’t believe the drug’s primary supplier is novelist Frank Carver, Haydenville’s most celebrated citizen.) Will and his neophyte sidekick, Thomas, are determined to bring Carver to justice, but the consequences prove dire. At the same time, Will must cope with a marriage ripped apart by the tragic death of his young son. Might the stress of his life and job prompt him to replay past sins? Vulnerable and deeply damaged Magowan makes for a compelling protagonist in this crisp, well-written debut, the first in a series. Mercer could make a good thing even better with a bit more suspense. --Allison Block

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

ONE

Her skin was the first thing he noticed.

Already deeply tanned on only the fifteenth day of May, it was flecked here and there with droplets of water from out of the river.

She wore a pair of green board shorts, stripes down the sides featuring some kind of exotic Hawaiian foliage. Above the chrome snap of the waistband, her stomach was undulated with small hills of muscle. The angle of her body caused the fullness of her breasts to spill from beneath the nylon triangles of her bikini top.

She lay on a bed of cobbles that thrust out into the rush of the river. The morning sun flashed off the water in discs of light, wrapping about her head like a halo.

Will Magowan stood over her, studying her youthful face. Just beneath her hairline was a purplish bruise, circular in shape. She stared up at him, as if asking for some kind of assurance, her eyes not blinking. A milky white film covered the pupil and iris, robbing them of color.

The air vibrated with the mournful drone of blowflies, their metallic green bodies swarming over her nose and mouth. The insects had already managed to fill her nostrils with tiny white eggs.

He began to feel as if he were looking down at her from a great height, like a stilt walker. All of a sudden, there was the sensation of having too much saliva in his mouth. When he swallowed, the sheer volume of it surprised him.    

Somewhere within his abdomen, his stomach shifted, making him conscious now of its weight. He forced himself to take a deep breath, to try and calm it.      

Then, before it was too late, he spun away from her, hunching over into the willows just as the spasms began.

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He could hear them laughing.

“...supposed to be some big kahuna, just moved up from L.A.” It was the one called Thomas, the police officer who seemed young enough to still be in high school.

“Don’t exactly look like it right now,” said the older one, the Forest Service ranger.

Will’s back was to them. He was still folded over at the waist, staring at the remains of his breakfast strewn on the sandy ground. A Balance Bar and black coffee. He thought the energy bar looked pretty much the same way it had when he’d eaten it, only deconstructed now, no longer in its original rectangular form.

He remembered how he used to brag about how his stomach was bombproof. He’d eat anything with impunity, would even risk the cabeza and lengua from the illicit taco trucks parked in the shadow of the 710 Freeway.

But all of that was before Eucalyptus Knolls, with its vinyl covered mattresses and echoing hallways that reeked of Pine-Sol. Before seventeen straight days of detox. No Methadone, no Lofexidene. Nothing but a molded plastic vomit pan.

“Shit,” Thomas said. “It’s like the dude’s never seen a dead body before or something.”

Will ripped a sheet from his pocket notebook and used it to wipe his mouth. A second skin of sweat clung to him, the temperature already in the high 80’s, so early in the morning.

They were staring at him.

Thomas and the ranger, waiting for him to say something. The ranger puffed at a slender cigar with a white plastic tip, his Smokey the Bear hat casting a semi-circular shadow down across his face.

Will realized that they were waiting for him to tell them what to do, and he experienced a momentary pang of panic. What was he supposed to say? He’d never been in charge of anything like this before. He’d been around enough crime scenes, seen his share of DOA’s, but he’d worked Narcotics ever since getting out of uniform.

He looked around, searching for the usual crush of activity--evidence techs, photographers, patrolmen--but this appeared to be the whole show. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a leather badge holder. He flipped it open to expose a brass shield, and slid it down into the waistband of his jeans.

Chief, the badge read. First day on the job. At this rate, he thought, probably his last.

An orange whitewater kayak was sitting on the stones next to the woman’s body. Scattered around the kayak were various articles of paddling equipment: a neoprene spray skirt; a personal flotation device; a sparkle-painted red helmet with a spider web crack in the front. He had the nagging sense that something was missing, but at the moment couldn’t put his finger on what it might be.

Red earth rose up steeply from the aquamarine river, nothing but the empty road above them on one side, dense Northern California forest on the other.

They were staring at him.

The young officer, Thomas, wore his full dress uniform despite the heat, his black boots shined so they reflected the corona of the sun. His braided leather garrison belt sagged with the weight of what appeared to be every accessory that could possibly be ordered from the Streicher’s catalog.

Will tried to figure out how he might proceed here. He flipped through his memories of homicide detectives past as they arrived on scene, mustard stains on their ties, the reek of Cutty thick on the breath.

When Will began to speak, he tried to channel those rumpled men, to somehow transplant their tone of bone-tired boredom.

“All right,” he finally said. “So what’ve we got?”

Edition details

• Publisher: Minotaur Books
• Publication date: 2010
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 031255835X
• ISBN 13: 9780312558352
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 352