Fuzzy Navel (Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels Series #5)

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Overview

Anthony and Macavity Award finalist J.A. Konrath returns with the latest gripping--and hilarious--Jack Daniels mystery.

Things are going well for Lieutenant Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels of the Chicago Police Department. She has solved some of the city's toughest and most high-profile homicides. Her personal life is finally in order. Her friends and family are safe and happy. And she just got a call that eased her mind like nothing else could: Alex Kork, one of the most dangerous criminals Jack ever arrested, killed herself while in jail.

But things sour quickly when a group of vigilantes on a murderous spree decide to take down a cop and the people she cares about ... and they turn downright awful when Jack discovers that Kork may not be dead after all.

The next eight hours will be the worst of Jack's life. And that's saying something.

Fuzzy Navel is perfect for readers who like their mysteries with a shot of humor.

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Publishers Weekly

Lt. Jack Daniels of the Chicago PD has been in tight spots before, but she's never been in a bloodbath like the one in her over-the-top fifth outing (after 2007's Dirty Martini). Pitted against one of her deadliest enemies plus three vigilante snipers armed with top-flight equipment, Daniels faces a prolonged fight for survival in which everyone on her side is disabled in significant ways and her opponents are out to slaughter everyone dear to her. The simple, brutal plot line tests Daniels's ingenuity, resolve and strength, not to mention readers' credulity. Konrath mutes the humor that leavened earlier entries in the series, while the constantly shifting points of view do little to aid the story's flow. Fans, however, won't want to miss this book because of some surprising developments in Daniels's personal life and an ending that promises more shocks in the next installment. (July)

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Jack is back but unfortunately for the Chicago police lieutenant and everyone dear to her, so is psychopath Alexis Kork. As if that weren't enough, there is a trio of sniper wannabes who have Jack in their sights as well. Most of Konrath's latest novel (after Dirty Martini) takes place at night in and around the house that Jack shares with her mother. Alex is inside, as are Jack; her mother; her beau, Latham; her current partner, Herb; and her erstwhile partner-turned-private eye, Harry. Alex has the upper hand, and she gleefully doles out the duct tape and the pain until the snipers hunting Jack surround the house and Jack's friend, small-time hood Phin, arrives to join the party. This gripping novel is an adrenaline rush in print with plenty of nonstop action. Konrath's humor is less evident, but the author still manages to sketch some interesting characters, villains as much as heroes. Don't be surprised if this one hits the big screen. For all mystery collections.
—Eric Norton

Kirkus Reviews
Suddenly it seems as if all of Chicago wants a shot at Jack Daniels (Dirty Martini, 2007, etc.). In the beginning were the three murderous members of The Urban Hunting Club: Swanson, Munchel and Pessolano. Conceived by Swanson in righteous anger, TUHC has taken it upon itself to kill perverts. Rob Siders, who attacked Swanson's beloved wife Jen, has been treated by the authorities with what Swanson finds unforgivable restraint. Munchel and Pessolano, bored and biddable, are quickly recruited for the pervert hunt. Though certifiably dim-witted, all three are heavily armed with high-powered rifles with telescopic sights. Taking out Siders proves so easy that the boys get carried away. Before the smoke clears, ten cops are dead and Lt. Jack (for Jacqueline) Daniels has come under extremely unfriendly fire. The plot thickens when Jack gets what she at first construes as good news. Alex Kork, the wickedest female since Snow White's stepmother, has supposedly committed suicide in prison. The bad news is that she hasn't; she's committed murder and escaped. Soon Jack, her mother, her boyfriend Latham, plus a couple of more or less innocent bystanders-one of whom turns out to be, remarkably enough, Jack's long-lost half brother-are targeted by Kork, who's intent on slow, sadistic bodily harm. The return of the three homicidal stooges promises much sound and fury, signifying mostly a failure of imagination. Wait for the next round. Agent: Jane Dystel/Dystel & Goderich Literary Management
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401302801
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 7/8/2008
  • Series: Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels Series , #5
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

J.A. Konrath is the author of the Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels series that includes “Whiskey Sour,” “Bloody Mary,” “Rusty Nail,” “Dirty Martini,” “Fuzzy Navel” and “Cherry Bomb.”

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FUZZY NAVEL
A Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels Mystery

By J.A. KONRATH
Hyperion
Copyright © 2008

Joe Konrath
All right reserved.


ISBN: 978-1-4013-0280-1



Chapter One 4:38 P.M.

KORK

IT'S QUIET IN THE SUBURBS. The only sound is from the cab that has dropped me off, making a U-turn at the dead end, then heading back down the quiet, winding road. Its taillights quickly disappear, swallowed up by the multitude of trees.

I walk up the driveway and look at the house. It's a ranch, laid out in the shape of an L, occupying half an acre of green lawn speckled with fallen leaves. There's a double-car garage, the door closed. I see Mom through the front bay window. She's sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book-how much more stereotypical elderly can you get? I check the front door, and as expected it is locked.

I walk around the side of the house, running my hand along the brown brick, passing windows that should probably be washed. This is a big departure from the Chicago apartment. A lot more space. A lot more privacy. I've discovered that privacy is important. No neighbors for more than a quarter mile is a good thing. With all of the tree coverage, it's like being in the middle of the woods, rather than only five miles away from O'Hare Airport.

I stop at the back porch-a slab of concrete with the obligatory lawn chairs, a wrought iron sun table, and a veranda-and I close my eyes, breathing in the cool autumn air. Somewhere, someone is burning leaves. I haven't smelled that since my youth. I fill my lungs with the scent and smile. It smells like freedom.

The sliding glass patio door is open, and I decide to give Mom a lecture about that. Just because the suburbs are safer than the city doesn't mean that all of the doors shouldn't be locked.

I walk into the kitchen, catch the odor of home cooking. A pot is on the stove. I check the contents. Stew. I pick up the spoon, give it a stir, take a little bite of potato. Delicious.

Mom yells, "Jacqueline?"

I consider answering her, but decide a surprise is in order instead. I take out my gun and tiptoe into the hallway.

"Jacqueline? Is that you?"

I look left, then right, scanning for the psychotic cat that lives here. He isn't around.

"Jacqueline, you're frightening me."

That's the point, Mom.

I peek around the corner and see that Mom is standing up. She's in her seventies, short hair more gray than brown, her back bent with age. She's wearing a housedress, something plaid and shapeless. Mom's eyes dart this way and that way. They settle on me, and she gasps.

"Oh my God," she says.

"Did I scare you? You shouldn't leave the back door open, Mom. God only knows what kind of weirdos can get in."

Mom's chest flutters, and she says in a small voice, "I know who you are. My daughter told me all about you."

She reaches for the phone, but I'm on her in three steps, giving her a firm slap across her wrinkled face.

"I'm going to ask you this one time, and one time only. And then I'm going to start hurting you."

I smile, knowing how it makes the scar tissue covering most of my face turn bright pink, knowing how horrifying it looks.

"Where's Jack?"

Chapter Two 4:57 P.M.

MUNCHEL

THE TARGET IS two hundred and eighty-three yards away. James Michael Munchel knows all about mil dots, and how to calculate distance with the reticle, but he's using a laser measuring unit instead. This isn't cheating. A sniper can and should use every bit of technology available to him in the field, whether he's on a roof in Dhi Qar, Iraq, or crouching behind some shrubs in the Chicago neighborhood of Ravenswood.

Munchel is sitting on the lawn, legs crossed, the tip of his Unique Alpine TPG-1 rifle peeking out through the leafy green dogwood. He arrived here two hours ago, but had selected this spot three weeks earlier. The house is unoccupied, and Munchel has pulled the For Sale sign out of the lawn and set it facedown. Realtors probably won't stop by this late. If one does ... well, too bad for her.

Munchel is wearing a camouflage jacket, leggings, and black steel-toed boots he bought at the army/navy surplus store on Lincoln Avenue. He can't be seen from the sidewalk fifteen feet away. Munchel knows this for a fact, because he's done several dry runs prior to today. He's practically invisible, even if someone is staring right at him.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Munchel didn't walk here in full camo. He came in street clothes-jeans and a blue shirt-and awkwardly changed while crouching behind the dogwood, putting his civvies in the black two-wheeled suitcase he towed along.

Munchel scratches his stubble, then peers through the Leupold scope, which has been zeroed out at two hundred yards. The crosshair is slightly above and to the right of the target's head, to adjust for the wind and the bullet drop. He'll never admit it, but he doesn't understand how to determine MOA-minute-of-angle. He can fake it online, while posting on the sniper message boards, but he doesn't really know how to calculate the actual degrees. In the forest preserve near his house, Munchel can hit a target from five hundred yards and keep the grouping within a four-inch radius. Who cares what the MOA is? It's good shooting no matter how you calculate it.

The target has his back to Munchel. He's in his living room, on the first floor of the two-flat, sitting at the computer. Just like he is every day at this time.

Predictability is a killer.

The blinds hanging in the large, three-section bay window are open, and Munchel can see straight down the hallway, all the way to the back of the house. He nudges the rifle slightly, to check what the target is surfing.

Pornography. Some weird shit with chicks wearing rubber aprons and wielding whips.

Freak, Munchel thinks. Deserves everything he's about to get.

Munchel glances at his watch, a Luminox 3007, the same kind that Navy SEALs use. Less than a minute left. Munchel's hands start to shake, and he realizes he's breathing heavy. Not from fear. From excitement. All the training, all the planning, it all comes down to this moment.

The butt plate is snug against his armpit, his face is tight against the cheek pad, the safety is off. The aluminum gun chassis is on the concrete planter behind the dogwood, a hard surface that ensures the gun will stay steady. Munchel takes a deep breath, lets it out through his teeth. His ears tell him there is no traffic coming, which is essential because he's shooting across the street-it would be bad if a car entered his line of fire at the moment of truth.

The target stands up, walks toward the window, seems to look right at him. Impossible, of course. He's much too far away, too well hidden. But it's still unnerving. Munchel chews his lower lip, begins the countdown.

The target turns. Munchel completely empties his lungs and waits ... waits ... waits ... then squeezes the trigger with the ball of his finger, trying to time it between heartbeats like he's read about online.

There's a loud CRACK. The target's head explodes, and he pitches forward.

Munchel sucks in some air and lets it out as a laugh. How ridiculously easy. He checks to see if anyone around him noticed the gunfire. The sidewalks are clear. No one opens a door and sticks their head out. Everything is completely normal, just an average fall day in the city.

He reaches for his canteen-also an army/navy store purchase-and slurps down some purple Gatorade. His untraceable prepaid cell phone vibrates, and he stares at the number. It's Swanson. Anxious to see how it went, to meet at the rendezvous point and brag over beer and chicken wings.

Munchel ignores the call. He has other ideas of how to celebrate.

A streetlight comes on, its sensor activated by a timer. Munchel loads a round, aims, and takes it out. That's two shots now. Still, no one seems to notice. How disappointing.

He takes out his phone and dials 911.

"I was walking down Leavitt and heard someone shooting. I think my neighbor has been killed."

"What is your name, sir?"

"He's at forty-six fifty-two. I think someone shot him."

"Can you giver me your name?"

Munchel hangs up, sips more Gatorade, and hunkers down to wait for the police to arrive.

Chapter Three 5:32 P.M.

JACK

MY PARTNER, Sergeant Herb Benedict, crams the last mini chocolate donut into his mouth, wipes a hand across his gray mustache, and then tries to heave his bulk out of the less-than-comfortable confines of my 1984 Chevy Nova. He has to rock, twice, before he gets enough momentum to break the tug of gravity between his ass and the seat.

"Thanks for not judging me," he says as we approach the yellow police tape.

"Because you ate two packages of donuts even though your doctor put you on a high-fiber diet?"

Herb nods. "Man cannot live on bran alone, Jack. Every day, as a snack, my wife mixes me a high-fiber sugar-free weight loss shake. Then she adds even more fiber."

"Sounds healthy."

"You want some? I got a zipper bag in my pocket full of the stuff. It's like drinking a stalk of wheat."

Dried leaves in shades of gold, red, and brown blanket the sidewalks. The cool air carries a crisp, woodsy scent. Spring and summer smell like garbage and sewage. Winter, like car exhaust. Fall is the only time of year Chicago smells nice.

The setting sun casts long shadows on the street, and ours walk ahead of us. I like September because the climate is moderate, and because I have brown hair and brown eyes, and 85 percent of my clothing matches this particular season.

"Does your wife know you're snacking between nutritious meals?" I ask.

Herb's basset hound jowls are turned down: his serious face. "She suspects. Last night she found some powdered sugar on my tie. I spent twenty minutes trying to convince her it was heroin."

A rookie guards the crime scene, keeping away reporters and gawkers. Young, curly hair, eyes intent. I don't recognize him, and he doesn't recognize us, asking for ID. This is perfectly acceptable. I'm wearing a pumpkin-colored Anne Klein jacket with a red chevron pattern, taupe Armani pants, and rust Gucci pumps. He probably thinks I'm a waif runway model looking for my photo shoot. Well, a retired one, maybe. There aren't too many fashionistas in their late forties.

I open my clutch-a Wal-Mart purchase, but hey, it matches the outfit-and remove my star, flashing it at the noob.

"Lieutenant Jack Daniels, Homicide. This is Sergeant Benedict."

The rookie-his name tag reads Sakey-doesn't seem impressed with either my rank or my outfit, but he lets us pass. We walk into the first floor of a two-flat vintage brownstone, the space already crawling with cops: uniforms, plainclothes, and techies taking pictures and video. I feel my stomach go sour, something that has been happening more and more whenever I visit a crime scene. Without letting Herb see, I remove a roll of antacids out of my jacket pocket and pop three. Not that I fear showing weakness in front of my partner. My concern centers around the fact that my antacids are mint flavored, and Herb likes mint. I haven't discovered a flavor that Herb doesn't like, even though I've looked. I only have a few tablets left, and I don't want to share.

"She's just trying to look out for you, Herb," I say.

"I know. But I have a feeling that the extra years this high-fiber diet may allow me to live will get cancelled out by the amount of time I spend on the john."

Herb and I each take some plastic booties out of the box by the door and slip them over our shoes. There are gloves as well, and I snap one on.

The house isn't very well lit, one thrift shop floor lamp and a living room chandelier with two bulbs not working. The CSU has brought in a portable halogen light, which illuminates the space to operating room brightness. There's a computer desk, empty pop cans, fast-food wrappers, and CDs randomly strewn over the top. The monitor is a flat screen, and there are speakers screwed into the walls. A red beanbag chair which doesn't match the red shade of the sofa which doesn't match the red shade of the drapes. The TV is an older model, sitting on a cheap pressboard cabinet. The walls are bare except for a poster of a topless Jenna Jameson.

The victim is a male Caucasian, average build, sprawled out facedown on the floor. He's wearing jeans and nothing else. His blond hair is matted with blood, and a halo of red has soaked the beige carpeting around his head. I've seen enough gunshot wounds in my day to recognize the cause of death.

I crouch down, squint at his right hand. In the webbing between his thumb and index finger there is a black tattoo of a tombstone. Written on its face is a number five with angel wings on it.

A bulge in the back of the vic's pocket appears wallet shaped, and I tug it out with a gloved hand. Driver's license shows me a picture of a man named Robert Siders who resides at this address. The hair seems the same. I pass the wallet to Herb, bend down, and gently turn the deceased's head to the side. No one looks like their driver's license picture, but in this case I can't even make a comparison-the victim's face has been blown off.

The wallet holds thirty-three dollars, a check stub from a local oil and lube place, and a wrinkled time card signed by the manager of same garage. No credit cards.

Without prompting, Herb yanks out his cell, calling Dispatch. I stand up, take a few steps away from the body, and let my eyes sweep the room while Herb speaks into the phone.

Sakey-the curly-haired rookie who carded me earlier-walks up next to me and peers down at the body.

"Roommate got angry," he ventures.

"One-bedroom apartment," I say. "No roommate."

"Girlfriend, then."

"No girlfriend. The house is messy, badly furnished, and there's a poster of a porn star on the wall. No woman would live here."

Sakey folds his arms and puts a hand on his chin. I watch the wheels spin. "Okay, drug deal gone bad. Dealer shot him in the face."

"No drugs. He's got ink on his hand. Prison tattoo. Did five years, got paroled. There's a signed time card in his wallet-he needs to turn it in to his PO, which means he's getting random drug tests. If he's holding down a job, he's keeping clean."

He nods. "Fine, we check for former associates. One of them must have came in and-"

"No one came in," I say.

Sakey raises an eyebrow. "Then who shot him in the face?"

"No one shot him in the face. They shot him in the back of the head."

"I've seen GSWs. He clearly was shot-"

"By a high-velocity rifle in the back of the head," Herb finishes for him, snapping his cell phone closed. "Higher velocity causes a shock wave in tissue, which makes big exit wounds."

"Record?" I ask Herb.

"In for ten and out in five. One count unlawful restraint. One count deviate sexual assault. One count aggravated criminal sexual abuse."

"Our vic is a rapist," I say, staring down at the body. "Herb, get the information on the woman he assaulted, and her family."

"You think they hired a hitter?" Sakey asks.

It's the first assumption he may have gotten right, but he says it to my back-I'm already at the window facing the street, letting my eyes roam back and forth, up and down. I find it at nose level.

The bullet punched through neatly, leaving a hole the size of a dime. No cracked pane or shattered glass-another indicator of a very fast round. I stand in front of it and face the apartment, looking from the window to the victim, and then down the hallway. I follow the path, scrutinizing the far wall, and locate the bullet's final resting place; another small hole, this one ringed with specks of blood.

I scan the CSU officers in the room and see one that I know, Dan Rogers. I call him over.

"Bullet wound up over here," I tell him. "But before you dig it out, I need to borrow your laser pointer."

I have no idea if he actually has a laser pointer in his box full of stuff, but he does, one of those thin models the size of a AA battery. I jam it into the depression in the wall, have Herb stand next to the window, and spend a minute lining up the holes.

"Who was first on the scene?" I ask Sakey.

"Beat cop named Rory. Out in back losing his lunch."

"Do you know when the call came?"

"A minute or two after five. Multiple 911s."

I nod, then throw him a bone. "Want to help find the hide?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

I point to Jenna. "That poster still has the cardboard backing, so it should be stiff. Take it off the wall and meet us outside."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted August 2, 2010

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    Absurd Nonstop Nonsense

    This is the fifth book in Konrath's Jack Daniels series. I loved the first four. This one, however, was a huge disappointment for me. Halfway through, I gave up and skipped ahead to the last few pages just to see how it ended. It didn't, really.

    Lots of "action", that was more gratuitous violence than anything else. Most of it made no sense. Lots of shooting. I mean lots! Houses being ripped apart by high-powered bullets. Yet the people inside are discussing birthmarks and Jack Daniels is holding a frozen bag of peas to her sore jaw, as if it's just another day at the office. Coincidences bordered on the ridiculous. Jack Daniels' life has become a violent comic strip, with her as the heroine pursued by a constant onslaught of madmen and women that no one but her can stop. This was more of a satirical spin on suspense than a book I could take seriously, even for a moment.

    Konrath has proven himself a brilliant writer with prior books in this series, which is the only reason I bumped this one from 1 star to 2.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    All I can say is I love "Jack", and her stories, especially when "Harry" is involved.

    I wish there was more interaction between Jack and Harry, because when they are together, I literally laugh out loud. I enjoy the different stories, and as always, can't wait for the next one to come out. This is a home library keeper.

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  • Posted September 21, 2009

    Another fun read in this great series!

    If you want a detective story that has fun with interesting characters and keeps you on the edge of your seat - you need to read this series. I can't wait for the next one!

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  • Posted June 11, 2009

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    Konrath does it again.

    The thrills keep coming with each Jacqueline Daniels book. "Who dies" is the big question. He is giving nothing away before Cherry Bomb gets here and that isn't soon enough. His books are keepers for personal mystery libraries.

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  • Posted March 31, 2009

    Fuzzy Navel not up to Konrath's usual standard

    After reading all of Konrath's other Jack Daniels novels, this was a disappointment. The humor and suspense are still there, but the violence and gore make this less than a page turner. I hung in there to the end, then threw the book into the garbage.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

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    Reviewed for Midwest Book Review

    Chicago PD Lieutenant Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels is going through a good period in her life. She's engaged to Latham, a guy she's crazy about, is living with her mom in a house outside the city, and has just received word her archenemy Alex Kork is dead. Jack and her partner Herb Benedict are called to the scene of a murder, where a sex offender has been killed by a sniper. But the sniper isn't finished and keeps taking potshots at Jack and the police officers investigating the crime scene. Jack manages to get the officers out of danger, attracting the attention of the sniper, and learns that two other snipers have murdered sex offenders in other parts of Chicago. In the midst of all this, Jack gets a call from her mother telling her she needs to come home. Jack, feeling something isn't right, rushes home, where she finds her mother and Latham held prisoner by Kork. From that point on, Jack is engaged in a battle to save her own life, as well as her mom's and Latham's, and even that of her ex-partner Harry McGlade when he shows up. And not just from Kork, but from the snipers, who have tracked Jack down and want in on the fun.

    Take a deep breath before beginning this book because there's nonstop action and nail-biting suspense from the first page. Jack Daniels is a tough cop but Kork proves herself to be more than a worthy adversary and is as relentless as the Energizer bunny. The book moves along at a fast pace, with plenty of dark humor and witticisms thrown around, and a quirky surprise involving the obnoxious McGlade. Some readers may feel cheated by the ending, which leaves a question unanswered.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

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    J. A. Konrath has done it again!

    J.A. Konrath has done it again. He has written a book that is action packed and hilarious. How Jack Daniels gets herself in and out of these situations makes for a fun ride. Lt. Daniels is trapped in her own home with those she loves and with a psycho bent on killing them all, and with a band of crazed snipers outside wanting the same. It is quick and enjoyable read. Only problem; it has a cliffhanger ending and I now have to wait until the next book comes out. And believe yous me, I will be reading that one also!

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  • Posted January 18, 2009

    Waiting for Cherry Bomb is going to be hard

    Just finised reading Fuzzy Navel. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and could not put it down. No housework today!!! I work in a Library and we ordered all of your Jack Daniels books. They were being checked out at such a rate. My co-worker and I decided to read them and let me tell you, we were almost fighting over who got the next book when it came back in. We figured it all out and we have read all of them. We are going to flip for who gets Cherry Bomb first. Mr. Konrath, thank you so much for such an enjoyable series. Keep up the good work.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2008

    Totally boring and tired

    I loved all the other Jack Daniels novels- very funny, absorbing characters and solid relationships made this humorous series work. These books had great elements of crime, but their humor really made them work. This entry however just did NOT work, Konrath, keeps bringing back serial killers of past works, and my interest in them had long gone. It is as if Konrath is fearful of introducing new characters into his formula. Gone are the rich relationships between partners and especially between Jack and her mom. I felt as if the author wrote this book on a dare, without the reader in mind. Hopefully, if he chooses to continue this series, he will use his creative juices and bring us some characters we can embrace. This book is a total failure.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2008

    Holy Cow!

    Git on wit yo bad self, J.A. Konrath! Those who loved the previous books in the Jack Daniels series won't be disappointed with FUZZY NAVEL. From the first sniper's shot, this book is slam bam in your face. Jack Daniel's day has been pretty bad, but no one can imagine what's still in store for the detective when she heads home to check on her mom in the burbs. But when she gets there and finds that everyone is all tied up-literally, she isn't quite ready to give up. Not yet, anyway. Jack's past has come back with a vengeance and this time, it's looking like no one is getting out alive. Worse than discovering her home has been invaded, her work has followed her home. Konrath has a take no prisoners writing style that seeps into every pore, leaving the reader breathless and exhausted. FUZZY NAVEL is an action-packed must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2008

    Konrath Keeps Getting Better & Better!

    Pour yourself a tall beverage, park yourself in a comfy chair, and get ready for the ride of your life!  Once you start you won't stop until THE END. J.A. takes it up a notch with Fuzzy Navel and the action never stops.  As with the previous novels Jack Daniel's is at her best, and just when you think you've figured it out, something new and unexpected happens.  A total thrill ride.  Can't wait for Cherry Bomb to see what happens next!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2008

    Simply Awesome

    I've read all of the Jack Daniels series and this one was by far the best. It was like a speeding train turning the pages to get to the next and the next. I couldn't stop reading. The comical interaction between Harry and everybody was great. And the piece of resistance...the ending. What can I say, simply awesome.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2008

    I have to wait another year?

    Fuzzy Navel was EXCELLENT! The end leaves you guessing and yearning for more. I can't wait another year for the next in the series, Cherry Bomb. JA Konrath hasn't let me down yet and probably never will. Great work.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    FAST PACED AND FUNNY

    The pairing of Susie Breck and Dick Hill is a brilliant move by Brilliance Audio. Of course, it's also pretty good pairing in real life as they are husband and wife. Ever so often they'll do a two voice narration, which is topnotch listening from these two Audie Award winners. If you're an audio book fan, don't miss this one! Fast-paced and funny aptly describes the Lieutenant Jacqueline 'Jack' Daniels stories so well crafted by J. A. Konrath and so well read by Breck and Hill. With this, the fifth in the series following Dirty Martini, Konrath ups both suspense and danger. What begins has an investigation of sniper shootings ends in the worst nightmare Daniels could imagine. Earlier, she received word that her psychopathic enemy Alex Kork has committed suicide. It's a relief to have such an amoral, pitiless person gone forever. Not so. As Jack is pondering the shootings, the work of some weirdo vigilantes who loathe sex offenders and cops, she receives a call from her mother asking her to come home. Jack knows something isn't right and she races home after telling her partner that she'll be back in a few hours. Home isn't what it once was - she finds her mother and Latham, her fiancé, held prisoner by Kork, quite alive and deadlier than ever. As Jack is largely responsible for Kork's imprisonment, the demented diva is set on revenge in spades. Further the wacky snipers have managed to track Jack's car and they want to join the fun of offing Jack. How she can combat the bloodthirsty Kork and the snipers is the key question. Author Konrath has been quoted as saying he wanted to create a series with 'laugh out loud humor and enough chills to make the reader lock all the doors.' He certainly has! - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2008

    Great Book!!

    The is the best one yet. Konrath is the best author, step a side Stephen King there is a new sheriff in town!

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    FAST PACED AND FUNNY

    Fast-paced and funny aptly describes the Lieutenant Jacqueline 'Jack' Daniels stories so well crafted by J. A. Konrath. With this, the fifth in the series following Dirty Martini, he ups both suspense and danger. What begins has an investigation of sniper shootings ends in the worst nightmare Daniels could imagine. Earlier, she received word that her psychopathic enemy Alex Kork has committed suicide. It's a relief to have such an amoral, pitiless person gone forever. Not so. As Jack is pondering the shootings, the work of some weirdo vigilantes who loathe sex offenders and cops, she receives a call from her mother asking her to come home. Jack knows something isn't right and she races home after telling her partner that she'll be back in a few hours. Home isn't what it once was - she finds her mother and Latham, her fiancé, held prisoner by Kork, quite alive and deadlier than ever. As Jack is largely responsible for Kork's imprisonment, the demented diva is set on revenge in spades. Further the wacky snipers have managed to track Jack's car and they want to join the fun of offing Jack. How she can combat the bloodthirsty Kork and the snipers is the key question. Author Konrath has been quoted as saying he wanted to create a series with 'laugh out loud humor and enough chills to make the reader lock all the doors.' He certainly has! - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2008

    A reviewer

    The fifth novel in the Jacqueline ¿Jack¿ Daniels series is released in hardcover on July 8th, and it continues author J.A. Konrath¿s pleasing mix of mayhem and mirth. If you aren¿t familiar with Jack, she¿s a forty-something divorced Chicago cop who has been to hell and back both physically and emotionally in the past four books. She has solved some of the most heinous crimes in recent Chicago history, but she, along with her over-eating partner Herb, often pay a high price for their involvement. Alex Kork, the sadistic mutilator and murderer from RUSTY NAIL, is dead. Her body was found severely torched in her holding cell at the maximum-security psych facility where she has been staying since the events of the third book. Or was it? Before she can even think twice about it, Jack has to deal with a lunatic 'or more' on a rampage through her precinct territory who is killing people with incredibly accurate, long-distance firepower. She later discovers this is the supposedly heroic act of a group of vigilantes who call themselves The Urban Hunting Club 'TUHC'. They claim they just want to take out the trash that the cops haven¿t been able to handle. But what started as desire for justice, albeit a twisted one, quickly degenerates into madness as one particularly insane member of TUHC also takes out a large number of cops investigating one of his kills. Among those investigating are Jack and Herb. Do they make it out alive? I don¿t want to reveal too much, so I will just say this: Early on, the lives of Jack, her mother, and Jack¿s fiancé, Latham, are hanging in the balance. Throughout the novel, this situation intertwines with Harry McGlade 'about whom a startling secret is revealed', Herb, Phin Trout ¿ and the three members of TUHC. Maybe even someone else as well. Personally, I found this to be the best Jack Daniels novel to date. It has a tight time focus ¿ 4:38 PM to 12:23 AM ¿ for the main events. It has a large amount of action, almost non-stop for long periods. It also has the trademark sense of humor right alongside the pain and the terror. It¿s less in the forefront this time around, making it even better. For me, the groan-worthy puns in some of the previous books are actually a delight. That¿s my kind of humor, too, but I can see where the lighter touch, the more direct mix with the action, will appeal to a wider audience. I also enjoyed the challenge of several style choices Konrath made in the writing process. There are two characters that speak in the first person. All chapters are labeled with a name and a time instead of chapter numbers, and paying attention to these gives you a signpost. Follow them, and you will have no confusion. Also, the book is written entirely in present tense, which adds to the sense of urgency and provides a deeper feeling of immersion into the action. It¿s not a verb tense I usually prefer, but Konrath employs it so deftly that I didn¿t even notice it until I was halfway through the book. FUZZY NAVEL has it all. Konrath¿s series just keeps getting better. I often found myself unable to pry away from the book, needing to know what was going to happen next. I¿m already impatient for CHERRY BOMB, the sixth volume in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2008

    Nonstop Thrills and chills!

    Fuzzy Navel starts with action and never lets up. Terms like 'tension' and 'suspense' just aren't strong enough to capture the insane, non-stop action feel of this book. In the first chapter the reader sees a threat (which will wear a familiar face for regular readers) return to Jack's life. But while a psychopath holds her mother and fiance hostage in their home Jack's on a case, facing down a series of sniper shootings and at least one killer who isn't done after shooting his target. Like the other Jack Daniels novels Fuzzy Navel is brutal, unrelenting in it's violence and blood shed, full of action, and horrifyingly bad jokes that are only funny when the reader, like the characters are stuck in the middle of a situation they shouldn't survive. Fuzzy Navel stands out in the Jack Daniel series because of the genuine, word stealing wickedness infused into it. It's not about an intensity of action or violence, it's about the reader staring, gaping, at the book because the bad guys are right. They might be torturing the good guy and her innocent friends, but behind the psychosis this time is a measure of honesty and purity of purpose, something that has been lacking in the 'crazy multiple murderer' subgenre in recent years. What I enjoy most about the Jack Daniels series is how JA Konrath uses the unspoken but recognizable rules of the mystery genre as a launching point for his stories rather than as the end point. In past books readers have seen obsessed serial killers that completely defy psychology rather than being textbook, killers caught halfway through the book without the tension letting up and situations where figuring out whodunnit was only the first step to solving the mystery. Fuzzy Navel is a stunning display of suspense and drama, the best book of the series so far, which will have readers eagerly awaiting more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2008

    One word...AWESOME!

    I have enjoyed each and every book in J.A Konrath's phenomenal Jacqueline 'Jack' Daniels mystery/suspense series. Each book seems to out do the previous one, which is a very hard thing to do, since each one is WONDERFUL. I was lucky enough to get an advanced readers copy of Fuzzy Navel, and it comes to no surprise that it was the best one yet! This book has everything you could ask for, from gut wrenching suspense, to belly aching humor, wonderful characters, and a nail biting cliff hanger. Do yourself a favor and give this series a try...but be warned, you WILL be hooked! Happy Reading!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent

    Not long after learning that the most dangerous maniacal criminal Alex Kork committed suicide, that same crazy female arrives at Jacqueline 'Jack' Daniels¿ house she shares with her mom in the Chicago burbs. The maniac quickly take control tying up with duct tale the homicide cop, her boyfriend Latham, her mom, her police partner Herb and her wannabe partner Harry. She euphorically begins torturing her prisoners. --- Everything abruptly changes for the worse when Jack¿s latest enemies, a gang of vigilante snipers, surround the house with the intent of killing everyone inside the abode so they can claim the scalp of a cop or two. At about the same time petty thief Phin joins the festivities by entering Jack¿s dwelling. However, Alex and the snipers don¿t know Jack if you think she is going to sit idly by taped. --- The action is non-stop when someone entering the back of Jack¿s house and fails to answer her mom¿s question is that you Jack and instead asks where is Jack as the torture begins. The key to the tale is the underlying humor throughout in spite of the growing tension and seriousness of the situation one more person after another enters the fiasco sort of like the classic Groucho cabin scene on the ship in A Night at the Opera. Yet make no mistake humorous to a degree, FUZZY NAVEL is a serious taut thriller starring a strong cast of fully developed people including that ¿Korker¿ of a psychopath. --- Harriet Klausner

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