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Karin Slaughter, author of the bestselling Will Trent novels, is widely acclaimed as “one of the best crime novelists in America” (The Washington Post). Now she delivers her first stand-alone novel: an epic story of a city in the midst of seismic upheaval, a serial killer targeting cops, and a divided police force tasked with bringing a madman to justice.
 
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Overview

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

Karin Slaughter, author of the bestselling Will Trent novels, is widely acclaimed as “one of the best crime novelists in America” (The Washington Post). Now she delivers her first stand-alone novel: an epic story of a city in the midst of seismic upheaval, a serial killer targeting cops, and a divided police force tasked with bringing a madman to justice.
 
Atlanta, 1974: As a brutal murder and a furious manhunt rock the city’s police department, Kate Murphy wonders if her first day on the job will also be her last. She’s determined to defy her privileged background by making her own way—wearing a badge and carrying a gun. But for a beautiful young woman, life will be anything but easy in the macho world of the Atlanta PD, where even the female cops have little mercy for rookies. It’s also the worst day possible to start given that a beloved cop has been gunned down, his brothers in blue are out for blood, and the city is on the edge of war.
 
Kate isn’t the only woman on the force who’s feeling the heat. Maggie Lawson followed her uncle and brother into the ranks to prove her worth in their cynical eyes. When she and Kate, her new partner, are pushed out of the citywide search for a cop killer, their fury, pain, and pride finally reach the boiling point. With a killer poised to strike again, they will pursue their own line of investigation, risking everything as they venture into the city’s darkest heart.
 
Relentlessly paced, acutely observed, wickedly funny, and often heartbreaking, Cop Town is Karin Slaughter’s most powerful novel yet—a tour de force of storytelling from our foremost master of character, atmosphere, and suspense.

Features a preview of Karin Slaughter’s next novel, The Truth About Pretty Girls
 
“Karin Slaughter is simply one of the best thriller writers working today, and Cop Town shows the author at the top of her game—relentless pacing, complex characters, and gritty realism, all set against the backdrop of a city on the edge. Slaughter’s eye for detail and truth is unmatched. . . . I’d follow her anywhere.”—Gillian Flynn
 
Cop Town proves Karin Slaughter is one of America’s best writers. . . . She pulls her readers into a twisted tale of mystery and keeps them fascinated from start to finish.”The Huffington Post

“Stunning . . . Karin Slaughter breaks new ground with this riveting story. If you haven’t yet read her, this is the moment.”—Michael Connelly

“Compulsively readable . . . will have your heart racing.”O: The Oprah Magazine
 
“Intense . . . engrossing . . . evocative . . . [Karin Slaughter’s] first stand-alone novel [has] a gritty, action-packed plot and strong, believable characters.”—Associated Press
 
“Slaughter graphically exposes the rampant racism, homophobia, and misogyny of cop culture in the 1970s. . . . Winning leads, the retro setting, and a riveting plot make this one of Slaughter’s best.”Booklist (starred review)
 
“Superb . . . explosive . . . [Cop Town] is sure to win over readers new to Slaughter’s work while reminding old fans of her enormous talent.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Evocative writing . . . amazing characters . . . with edge-of-your-seat suspense and a riveting plot . . . Slaughter’s first stand-alone book is a knockout.”RT Book Reviews

2015 Edgar Award Nominee for Best Novel

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“Karin Slaughter is simply one of the best thriller writers working today, and Cop Town shows the author at the top of her game—relentless pacing, complex characters, and gritty realism, all set against the backdrop of a city on the edge. Slaughter’s eye for detail and truth is unmatched. . . . I’d follow her anywhere.”—Gillian Flynn
 
Cop Town proves Karin Slaughter is one of America’s best writers. . . . She pulls her readers into a twisted tale of mystery and keeps them fascinated from start to finish.”The Huffington Post

“Stunning . . . In Karin Slaughter’s first stand-alone novel, she breaks new ground with this riveting story of two young police officers trying to stop a serial killer targeting cops. Her characters, plot, and pacing are unrivaled among thriller writers and if you haven’t yet read her, this is the moment.”—Michael Connelly
 
“Compulsively readable . . . will have your heart racing.”O: The Oprah Magazine
 
“Intense . . . engrossing . . . evocative . . . [Karin Slaughter’s] first stand-alone novel [has] a gritty, action-packed plot and strong, believable characters.”—Associated Press
 
“Slaughter graphically exposes the rampant racism, homophobia, and misogyny of cop culture in the 1970s. . . . Winning leads, the retro setting, and a riveting plot make this one of Slaughter’s best.”Booklist (starred review)
 
“Superb . . . explosive . . . [Cop Town] is sure to win over readers new to Slaughter’s work while reminding old fans of her enormous talent.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Evocative writing . . . amazing characters . . . with edge-of-your-seat suspense and a riveting plot . . . Slaughter’s first stand-alone book is a knockout.”RT Book Reviews
 
“Scintillating . . . Slaughter does her usual fine job of exploring intriguingly troubled characters.”Publishers Weekly

“A masterpiece . . . Much more than a thriller . . . Karin Slaughter’s unforgettable female characters and stunning evocation of time and place make Cop Town one of the most powerful and moving reads of recent memory.”—Kathryn Stockett

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Publishers Weekly
04/14/2014
Violent crime, police politics, and race relations all figure in this scintillating standalone set in 1970s Atlanta, from bestseller Slaughter (Martin Misunderstood). Maggie Lawson comes from a disjointed, emotionally disconnected family of law enforcement officers, and her time spent as an Atlanta PD cop has hardened her to many of the job’s horrors. But when her brother, Jimmy, who’s also a police officer, loses his partner to a notorious and elusive cop killer—only surviving the ordeal himself because the assassin’s handgun jammed—Maggie decides she can’t write this murder off as yet another day on the job. Determined to track down “the Shooter,” she finds an unlikely partner in Kate Murphy, a stunningly beautiful widow and new recruit reassigned to Maggie’s patrol. While the two women search for answers, Kate becomes the next potential victim in the demented Shooter’s crosshairs. Slaughter does her usual fine job of exploring intriguingly troubled characters, though readers should be prepared for plenty of gore. Agent: Victoria Sanders, Victoria Sanders & Associates. (June)
Library Journal
★ 06/15/2014
Gender politics and race relations are front and center in this explosive thriller. It's 1974 Atlanta, and another policeman has been shot by the man they're calling the Shooter, yet his partner, Jimmy Lawson, is left physically unharmed but devastated. Jimmy's sister Maggie, also a cop, is convinced that something is off about Jimmy's version of events, but getting anyone to listen to her suspicions would only prove futile. After all, women weren't very welcome on the police force in 1974 and they certainly didn't investigate serious crimes. When she's partnered with Kate Murphy, whose pampered background couldn't be more different from Maggie's solid blue-collar roots, events begin to escalate, and Kate and Maggie must put everything on the line to stop a ferocious killer. VERDICT Slaughter's first stand-alone thriller is a superb, very gritty look at both a city and era in social and political flux. It's also a searing portrait of family ties and how our pasts can shape our futures, as well as a gripping procedural, with some genuinely terrifying moments. Kate and Maggie are wonderful creations, and this title is sure to win over readers new to Slaughter's work while reminding old fans of her enormous talent. [See Prepub Alert, 1/6/14; Slaughter Q&A, LJ 4/15/14, p. 24.—Ed.]—Kristin Centorcelli, Denton, TX
Kirkus Reviews
2014-04-17
A gritty procedural in which the streets of 1970s Atlanta are just as dangerous for cops as for criminals.Being a woman in uniform is hard enough, but thriller-writer Slaughter (Unseen, 2013, etc.) drives the point home like a knife to the eye—she does that, too—with her taut stand-alone featuring two female cops in a city bubbling over with racial and political unrest. Maggie Lawson bleeds blue—older brother Jimmy is in uniform and uncle Terry is top brass—but she's not welcome in the male-dominated police world. Besides the racial clashes erupting on the street and within the department, there's a cop killer on the loose. Known as the Shooter, he ambushes officers and executes them. As a woman whose duties involve writing tickets and generally keeping out of the way—despite the fact she has five years' experience under her heavy utility belt—Maggie can only stay peripherally involved in the manhunt, even when Jimmy's partner is killed. Officially, that is. Joined by rookie Kate Murphy, a woman trying to leave everything, from her upper-class upbringing to her dead husband, behind, the pair conducts their own investigation. Slaughter excels at empathetically flawed characters who rise above the violence—her books are not for the squeamish—of their circumstances; Maggie and Kate are on par with series regulars Will Trent and Sara Linton.There's nothing pretty about this divided cop town, but in exposing its ugliness, Slaughter forces us to question whether times really have changed.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345547507
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/27/2015
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 38,553
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Karin Slaughter
Karin Slaughter is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of fourteen thrillers, including Unseen, Criminal, Fallen, Broken, Undone, Fractured, Beyond Reach, Triptych, Faithless, and the e-original short stories “Snatched,” “Busted,” and “Go Deep.” She is a native of Georgia.
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November 1974

Prologue

Dawn broke over Peachtree Street. The sun razored open the downtown corridor, slicing past the construction cranes waiting to dip into the earth and pull up skyscrapers, hotels, convention centers. Frost spiderwebbed across the parks. Fog drifted through the streets. Trees slowly straightened their spines. The wet, ripe meat of the city lurched toward the November light.

The only sound was footsteps.

Heavy slaps echoed between the buildings as Jimmy Lawson’s police-issue boots pounded the pavement. Sweat poured from his skin. His left knee wanted to give. His body was a symphony of pain. Every muscle was a plucked piano wire. His teeth gritted like a sand block. His heart was a snare drum.

The black granite Equitable Building cast a square shadow as he crossed Pryor Street. How many blocks had Jimmy gone? How many more did he have to go?

Don Wesley was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Fireman’s carry. Harder than it looked. Jimmy’s shoulder was ablaze. His spine drilled into his tailbone. His arm trembled from the effort of keeping Don’s legs clamped to his chest. The man could already be dead. He wasn’t moving. His head tapped into the small of Jimmy’s back as he barreled down Edgewood faster than he’d ever carried the ball down the field. He didn’t know if it was Don’s blood or his own sweat that was rolling down the back of his legs, pooling into his boots.

He wouldn’t survive this. There was no way a man could survive this.

The gun had snaked around the corner. Jimmy had watched it slither past the edge of a cinder-block wall. The sharp fangs of the front sights jutted up from the tip of the barrel. Raven MP-25. Six-round detachable box, blowback action, semiauto. The classic Saturday night special. Twenty-five bucks on any ghetto corner.

That’s what his partner’s life had come down to. Twenty-five bucks.

Jimmy faltered as he ran past First Atlanta Bank. His left knee almost touched the asphalt. Only adrenaline and fear saved him from falling. Quick bursts of recall kept setting off colorful fireworks in his head: Red shirtsleeve bunched up around a yellow-gold wristwatch. Black-gloved hand holding the white pearl grip. The rising sun had bathed the weapon’s dark steel in a bluish light. It didn’t seem right that something black could have a glint to it, but the gun had almost glowed.

And then the finger pulled back on the trigger.

Jimmy knew the workings of a gun. The 25’s slide was already racked, cartridge in the chamber. The trigger spring engaged the firing pin. The firing pin hit the primer. The primer ignited the gunpowder. The bullet flew from the chamber. The casing popped out of the ejection port.

Don’s head exploded.

Jimmy’s memory did no work to raise the image. The violence was etched into his corneas, backdropped every time he blinked. Jimmy was looking at Don, then he was looking at the gun, then he was looking at how the side of Don’s face had distorted into the color and texture of a rotten piece of fruit.

Click-click.

The gun had jammed. Otherwise, Jimmy wouldn’t be running down the street right now. He would be face down in an alley beside Don, condoms and cigarette butts and needles sticking to their skin.

Gilmer Street. Courtland. Piedmont. Three more blocks. His knee could hold out for three more blocks.

Jimmy had never been on the business end of a firing gun. The flash was an explosion of starlight—millions of pinpricked pieces of sun lighting up the dark alley. His eardrums rang with the sound. His eyes stung from the cordite. At the same time, he felt the splash against his skin, like hot water, only he knew—he knew—it was blood and bone and pieces of flesh hitting his chest, his neck, his face. He tasted it on his tongue. Crunched the bone between his teeth.

Don Wesley’s blood. Don Wesley’s bone.

He was blinded by it.

When Jimmy was a kid, his mother used to make him take his sister to the pool. She was so little back then. Her skinny, pale legs and arms poking out of her tiny suit reminded Jimmy of a baby praying mantis. In the water, he’d cup his hands together, tell her he’d caught a bug. She was a girl, but she loved looking at bugs. She’d paddle over to see, and Jimmy would squeeze his hands together so the water would squirt into her face. She would scream and scream. Sometimes she would cry, but he’d still do it again the next time they were in the pool. Jimmy told himself it was all right because she kept falling for it. The problem wasn’t that he was cruel. The problem was that she was stupid.

Where was she now? Safe in bed, he hoped. Fast asleep, he prayed. She was on the job, too. His little sister. It wasn’t safe. Jimmy could end up carrying her through the streets one day. He could be jostling her limp body, careening around the corner, his knee brushing the blacktop as the torn ligaments clashed like cymbals.

Jimmy saw a glowing sign up ahead: a white field with a red cross in the center.

Grady Hospital.

He wanted to weep. He wanted to fall to the ground. But his burden would not lighten. If anything, Don got heavier. The last twenty yards were the hardest of Jimmy’s life.

A group of black men were congregating under the sign. They were dressed in bright purples and greens. Their tight pants flared below the knee, showing a touch of white patent leather. Thick sideburns. Pencil mustaches. Gold rings on their fingers. Cadillacs parked a few feet away. The pimps were always in front of the hospital this time of morning. They smoked skinny cigars and watched the sun rise as they waited for their girls to get patched up for the morning rush hour.

None of them offered to help the two bloody cops making their way toward the doors. They gawked. Their cigarillos stopped midair.

Jimmy fell against the glass doors. Someone had forgotten to lock them. They butterflied open. His knee slued to the side. He fell face-first into the emergency waiting room. The jolt was like a bad tackle. Don’s hipbone knifed into his chest. Jimmy felt the flex of his own ribs kissing his heart.

He looked up. At least fifty pairs of eyes stared back. No one said a word. Somewhere in the bowels of the treatment area, a phone was ringing. The sound echoed through the barred doors.

The Gradys. Over a decade of civil rights hadn’t done shit. The waiting room was still divided: black on one side, white on the other. Like the pimps under the sign, they all stared at Jimmy. At Don Wesley. At the river of blood flowing beneath them.

Jimmy was still on top of Don. It was a lewd scene, one man on top of another. One cop on top of another. Still, Jimmy cradled his hand to Don’s face. Not the side that was blown open—the side that still looked like his partner.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy managed, though he knew it wasn’t okay. Would never be okay. “It’s all right.”

Don coughed.

Jimmy’s gut twisted at the sound. He’d been sure the man was dead. “Get help,” he told the crowd, but it was a whisper, a begging little girl’s voice that came out of his own mouth. “Somebody get help.”

Don groaned. He was trying to speak. The flesh of his cheek was gone. Jimmy could see his tongue lolling between shattered bone and teeth.

“It’s okay.” Jimmy’s voice was still a high whistle. He looked up again. No one would meet his gaze. There were no nurses. No doctors. No one was going to get help. No one was answering the damn telephone.

Don groaned again. His tongue slacked outside of his jaw.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy repeated. Tears streamed down his face. He felt sick and dizzy. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Don inhaled sharply, like he was surprised. He held the air in his lungs for a few seconds before finally letting out a low, baleful moan. Jimmy felt the sound vibrating in his chest. Don’s breath was sour—the smell of a soul leaving the body. The color of his flesh didn’t drain so much as fill like a pitcher of cold buttermilk. His lips turned an earthy, funereal blue. The fluorescent lights cut white stripes into the flat green of his irises.

Jimmy felt a darkness pass through him. It gripped his throat, then slowly reached its icy fingers into his chest. He opened his mouth for air, then forced it closed for fear that Don’s ghost would flow into him.

Somewhere, the phone was still ringing.

“She-it,” a raspy old woman grumbled. “Doctor ain’t never gone get to me now.”

Day One

Monday

1

Maggie Lawson was upstairs in her bedroom when she heard the phone ringing in the kitchen. She checked her watch. There was nothing good about a phone ringing this early in the morning. Sounds from the kitchen echoed up the back stairs: The click of the receiver being lifted from the cradle. The low murmur of her mother’s voice. The sharp snap of the phone cord slapping the floor as she walked back and forth across the kitchen.

The linoleum had been worn away in staggered gray lines from the countless times Delia Lawson had paced the kitchen listening to bad news.

The conversation didn’t last long. Delia hung up the phone. The loud click echoed up to the rafters. Maggie knew every sound the old house made. She had spent a lifetime studying its moods. Even from her room, she could follow her mother’s movements through the kitchen: The refrigerator door opening and closing. A cabinet banging shut. Eggs being cracked into a bowl. Thumb flicking her Bic to light a cigarette.

Maggie knew how this would go. Delia had been playing Bad-News Blackjack for as long as Maggie could remember. She would hold for a while, but then tonight, tomorrow, or maybe even a week from now, Delia would pick a fight with Maggie and the minute Maggie opened her mouth to respond, her mother would lay down her cards: the electric bill was past due, her shifts at the diner had been cut, the car needed a new transmission, and here Maggie was making things worse by talking back and for the love of God, couldn’t she give her mother a break?

Busted. Dealer wins.

Maggie screeched the ironing board closed. She stepped carefully around folded stacks of laundry. She’d been up since five that morning doing the family’s ironing. She was Sisyphus in a bathrobe. They all had uniforms of one kind or another. Lilly wore green-and-blue-checkered skirts and yellow button-down tops to school. Jimmy and Maggie had their dark blue pants and long-sleeved shirts from the Atlanta Police Department. Delia had her green polyester smocks from the diner. And then they all came home and changed into regular clothes, which meant that every day, Maggie was washing and ironing for eight people instead of four.

She only complained when no one could hear her.

There was a scratching sound from Lilly’s room as she dropped the needle on a record. Maggie gritted her teeth. Tapestry. Lilly played the album incessantly.

Not too long ago, Maggie helped Lilly get dressed for school every morning. At night, they would page through Brides magazine and clip out pictures for their dream weddings. That was all before Lilly turned thirteen years old and her life, much like Carole King’s, became an everlasting vision of the ever-changing hue.

She waited for Jimmy to bang on the wall and tell Lilly to turn that crap off, but then she remembered her brother had picked up a night shift. Maggie looked out the window. Jimmy’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Unusually, the neighbor’s work van was gone. She wondered if he was working the night shift, too. And then she chastened herself for wondering, because it was none of her business what her neighbor was doing.

Now seemed as good a time as any to go down for breakfast. Maggie pulled the foam rollers from her hair as she walked down the stairs. She stopped exactly in the middle. The acoustic sweet spot. Tapestry disappeared. There were no sounds from the kitchen. If Maggie timed it right, she could sometimes grab a full minute of silence standing on the stairs. There wouldn’t be another time during her day when she felt so completely alone.

She took a deep breath, then slowly let it out before continuing down.

The old Victorian had been grand at one point, though the house retained no evidence of its former glory. Pieces of siding were gone. Rotted wood hung like bats from the gables. The windows rattled with the slightest breeze. Rain shot a creek through the basement. There was no outlet in the house that didn’t have a black tattoo ghosted around it from bad fuses and shoddy workmanship.

Even though it was winter, the kitchen was humid. No matter the time of year, it always smelled of fried bacon and cigarette smoke. The source of both stood at the stove. Delia’s back was bent as she filled the percolator. When Maggie thought of her mother, she thought of this kitchen—the faded avocado-green appliances, the cracked yellow linoleum on the floor, the burned, black ridges on the laminate countertop where her father rested his cigarettes.

As usual, Delia had been up since before Maggie. No one knew what Delia did in the morning hours. Probably curse God that she’d woken up in the same house with the same problems. There was an unwritten rule that you didn’t go downstairs until you heard eggs being whisked in a bowl. Delia always cooked a big breakfast, a holdover from her Depression childhood, when breakfast might be the only meal of the day.

“Lilly up?” Delia hadn’t turned around, but she knew Maggie was there.

“For now.” Maggie made the same offer she did every morning. “Can I do anything?”

“No.” Delia jabbed the bacon with a fork. “Driveway’s empty next door.”

Maggie glanced out the window, pretending she didn’t already know Lee Grant’s van was not parked in its usual spot.

Delia said, “All we need is for girls to start going in and out of that house at all hours. Again.”

Maggie leaned against the counter. Delia looked exhausted. Even her stringy brown hair couldn’t be bothered to stay pinned on the top of her head. They’d all been picking up extra shifts to pay for Lilly to go to a private school. None of them wanted to see her bussed across town to the ghetto. They had four more years of tuition and textbooks and uniforms before Lilly graduated. Maggie wasn’t sure her mother would last that long.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2014

    WOW!!!

    I have been reading Ms. Slaughter's works for years. I have fallen hard for all of the characters in the Grant County/Will Trent series. She has such a talent for developing characters. I was curious to see how well that would work in a stand-alone book.

    I could not have been happier with this book. What a ride! The characters are amazingly developed. Ms. Slaughter has given us much more than a great mystery/thriller (though it is truely that also). She has really given us a peek into what life was like in the 70's in Atlanta. Racial tensions were high and some people were full of so much hate for ANYONE different (i.e. homosexuals, jewish people, blacks, etc.). There were police who abused their power for what they believed to be the Greater Good. Women were treated horibly on the job. Slaughter has captured this atmosphere thoroughly, and given us characters that we simultaneously like and dislike. Even the good guys have flaws.

    If you have never read any of Ms. Slaughter's work, this is a great place to start. I must warn you though, you will be hooked. If by chance you are and wish to read any more from her, I might suggest you start with the Grant County series and then on to the Will Trent Series, as she finds a way to weave the two story lines together that is beautiful.

    To the most wonderful Karin Slaughter: Thank you, thank you for another sleepless night. Another I could not put down. LOVED IT! Please keep them coming, for as long as you are writing, I will be buying!

    -- SPeeD

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    Karin Slaughter always delivers suspenseful and creative novels.

    Karin Slaughter always delivers suspenseful and creative novels. Cop Town is no exception.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

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    Very thought-provoking and suspenseful. I was on the edge of my

    Very thought-provoking and suspenseful. I was on the edge of my seat.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    I think this book is one of Karin Slaughter's best.  We all know

    I think this book is one of Karin Slaughter's best.  We all know that thriller writers have different skill levels.  Some are good at plotting and some are good at characters, but it's very rare to have an author where both are at 100%.   I have read every one of Slaughter's books and I every time I finish one I always say the same thing: this is the best one yet.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    I always tell my friends that they need to start reading Karin S

    I always tell my friends that they need to start reading Karin Slaughter's books.  Cop Town happens to not be part of her series, so it's a great place to jump in if you're still on the sidelines.  All of her books are fantastic..

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    Great!

    Loved it

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    love her

    loved your last book,read it in one day could not put it down!!!!! please write more of your cop town.Also could you write them faster thank you in advance Thomas yakemovic

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    It's rare to be transported so completely and immediately into a

    It's rare to be transported so completely and immediately into a story. Must read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2014

    Cop Town takes place in the 1970s, a familiar territory for thos

    Cop Town takes place in the 1970s, a familiar territory for those who read Slaughter's Criminal.  While that book was in the Will Trent series and featured familiar characters, Cop Town is a standalone novel and has Kate Murphy, a rookie cop on her first day, and Maggie Lawson, a woman from a family of cops (who think she should be a waitress and get married instead of being a cop)  I was really struck by how fast this book goes.  I was so immersed in the story that I didn't notice how many hours had passed, but it's time I would give up again and again.  I hope this isn't the last we see of these amazing women (and men!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2014

    Donna

    worst book of hers I've ever read and I've read them all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2014

    Not quite there

    This one was extremely dark and not the really good novel that I expected, sadly. Oh well, you cannot hit a home run every time you come to bat! There's always the next time.

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  • Posted July 6, 2014

    Cop Town is the first full-length stand-alone novel by popular A

    Cop Town is the first full-length stand-alone novel by popular American author, Karin Slaughter. Despite some changes in laws, policies and attitudes, the Atlanta Police Force in 1974 was still overwhelmingly rife with racism and sexism. It is against this background that young police patrolwoman Maggie Lawson and new recruit Kate Murphy, excluded by the boys, launch their own investigation into the murder of an Atlanta patrolman, Don Wesley. The fact that he was partnered with her brother Jimmy, at the time, gives Maggie some intriguing clues about the case, but also complicates matters. Remarkably Kate, too, stumbles on a source of information about the shooting. As they try to determine if this incident is part of the recent spate of cop killings by The Shooter, they find themselves venturing into Colored Town and visiting a very different type of club; they encounter hookers and pimps, gays and transvestites. The Shooter calls himself Fox, and it seems Fox is stalking Kate, but just who is Fox? The events of this fast-moving, action-packed novel take place over just a few days. Slaughter’s totally credible plot has quite a few twists and a heart-stopping climax. Her two main characters are multi-dimensional and engaging: Maggie tries to be a tough gal but cannot ignore her feelings for her brother; Kate turns out to be a surprisingly gutsy woman possessing hidden steel within. Slaughter’s extensive research is apparent on every page and the attitudes and values of the times are expertly depicted. As well as exploring racism and sexism, Slaughter touches on the Holocaust, the Vietnam War, the emergence of the gay culture, sexual harassment, rape and the independence of women. As Maggie succinctly sums up: “The entire world gave men the responsibility for everything in it except for their dicks”. Slaughter’s sizeable Dutch fanbase will appreciate the inclusion of some delightful Dutch characters and dialogue. Readers should be prepared for quite a bit of violence, but also lots of snappy dialogue, plenty of laugh-out-loud moments and even a bit of hot sex. Fans will, no doubt, be hoping for more of Maggie and Kate (and perhaps Gail and Jimmy and Rick too). Once again, Slaughter does not disappoint: this is a brilliant read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2014

    Unbelievable....

    Every time I read a Karin Slaughter book I am blown away. It always amazes me that one person can be so inbcredibly talened. This book is amazing, truly.

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  • Posted June 27, 2014

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    Everyone has that handful of authors ... the ones that are a sur

    Everyone has that handful of authors ... the ones that are a sure thing. You know if you pick up one of their novels that you're in for a great read and you don't give it a second thought. Karin Slaughter is one of those authors for me. My mom branched out one time and read one of her novels and then when she suggested it to me, I was hooked. I used to be one of those readers who stuck to the basics: James Patterson, Nicholas Sparks, John Grisham, and Stephen King. These four authors were in my circle of trust and I NEVER read outside the circle. I was too afraid that if I picked up another author, I will have wasted my time on a bad book. I was foolish. All of those reading years, wasted on safe authors!! Well, Slaughter was really my first time betraying my circle. It was so worth it. Karin Slaughter is amazing. Her Grant County series is one of my all-time favorites. She has such a way with words and it completely draws you in. I have re-read that series alone probably ten times and I enjoyed what I've read of the Will Trent series also.

    Which makes what I'm about to say so much more difficult. I didn't like this one at all. I tried connecting with Cop Town and it just didn't happen. It was well written, don't get me wrong. But it failed to grab me like all of her other novels. Maybe it was because it was set in the 70's and that decade is just completely foreign to me. That sounds weird since I was born in 1980 but I've had similar issues with reading other novels from that time period.

    First of all, it wasn't a bad book. It was just as well written as her previous novels. It was just as well edited, thought out and researched. I found it kind entirely too easy to put down. Cop Town just didn't blow my skirt up. And I wanted to love this book. Who am I kidding, when I saw that Slaughter had a new novel out, it was like my unborn child ... I loved it before I had seen it. But the stork dropped this baby in an ugly tree before it reached its destination.

    Remember, this is just my take on it ... you'll probably love it like most of the people who have read it so far. It's highly rated and a ton of authors that I love have really enjoyed it. So I'm probably out of my mind and temporarily delusional ... so give it a shot and prove me wrong!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2014

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    Bold, Gritty

    In true solid mystery/thriller form, Cop Town by Karin Slaughter proves this author is still at the top of her game! A killer is on the loose and his targets are police officers. Want to feel like you are on the payroll, on the case and part of this manhunt, sit back, let go of reality and enter into the dark world of Atlanta’s finest, circa 1970, while they track the monster that is tracking some of their own. Two female officers, as different as night and day feel the urgency to find this monster before he strikes down another valuable officer. Is he zeroing in on female officers? Hasn’t their journey to the force been filled with enough potholes to trip them up? What will Maggie and Kate uncover? Will it prevent another murder?

    Karin Slaughter probably knows police work as well as the most seasoned officer through her due diligence when creating another gripping and gritty novel. Building up to the race to the finish, Ms. Slaughter skillfully sets the stage, gives her characters complete authenticity and even shows a glimpse into main character, Maggie’s family life. Once the world is colored in, and feels vivid and alive, the pace ramps up several notches and the twists and turns begin. Not afraid to write with strong, bold strokes, Ms. Slaughter has done it, again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    I am a staunch Will Trent fan but I have to say I'm loving Phili

    I am a staunch Will Trent fan but I have to say I'm loving Philip Van Zandt.  Karin has a knack for writing about men that women can fall in love with.  Not to leave out Kate and Maggie!  They are all great characters.  The contrast between Kate and Maggie's life, and the upper and lower classes, and the social and political issues, are all bound together in a great read.  Well done!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2014

    disappointed

    not the best of her books. was okay, would be good to read from the library or for free. disappointed i paid for it.

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  • Posted October 27, 2014

    ~~~RECEIVED FOR HONEST REVIEW~~~ Fast paced thrill. What one

    ~~~RECEIVED FOR HONEST REVIEW~~~


    Fast paced thrill. What one couldn't think possible. Killer on the lose. One who will step out and put it all on the line just to track the one they all are looking for. Well written and will keep you glued from start to finish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2014

    Great read

    Hard to put cop town down

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  • Posted October 3, 2014

    Good Story

    I have loved all of Karin's books and was hooked from the start. This book, however, I didn't feel was as interesting as her former books. That may have been because of the era it was written in. Don't get me wrong, it's still a good book with an amazing story...I just didn't find it as good as her previous books.

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