Ann Dávila Cardinal's Five Midnights is a “wickedly thrilling” (William Alexander) and “flat-out unputdownable” (Paul Tremblay) novel based on the el Cuco myth set against the backdrop of modern day Puerto Rico.
2019 Digital Book World Award Winner for best Suspense/Horror Book
Five friends cursed. Five deadly fates. Five nights of retribución.
If Lupe Dávila and Javier Utierre can survive each other’s company, together they can solve a series of grisly murders sweeping though Puerto Rico. But the clues lead them out of the real world and into the realm of myths and legends. And if they want to catch the killer, they'll have to step into the shadows to see what's lurking there—murderer, or monster?
“A frightening, fast-paced thriller.” —Julianna Baggott, Alex Award-winning author of Pure
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About the Author
Ann Dávila Cardinal is a novelist and Director of Recruitment for Vermont College of Fine Arts (VCFA) where she also earned her MFA in Writing. She comes from a long line of Puerto Rican writers, including poets Virgilio and José Antonio Dávila, and her cousin, award-winning fiction writer Tere Dávila. Ann lives in Vermont with her husband Doug where she needle felts small reading creatures, and bikes four seasons a year. Five Midnights is her first solo novel.
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July 4, 11:30 P.M.
VICO WOKE UP with a start, his body bathed in sweat, his heart beating faster than it did when he was high. While he slept the darkness had returned, a feeling that had followed him like a shadow for years, disappearing whenever he whipped around to see what was there. He pulled on a shirt and his shoes, grabbed the backpack from under his bed, and headed out into the night.
A chill moved through his body as he drove down the dark, narrow cobblestone streets of Old San Juan, his SUV barely squeezing by the parked cars that lined either side. He looked over at the backpack in the passenger seat. To all appearances it was a worthless, beat-up school pack. No one would guess the fortune of cocaína it held inside. He patted it as if it were a dog. He had to clear his head. This deal was too important to blow. He drove up Calle Norzagaray, the street that ran along the edges of El Rubí, the barrio where the deal would go down. His car buzzed by the restored Spanish villas on the left, where wealthy young families tucked their children into bed, their homes snuggled among the sixteenth-century fortifications that surrounded the island's tip. On the right-hand side, over the waist-high wall, and down a fifty-foot drop lay El Rubí, where children went to bed with hand-me-down clothes and short futures.
He parked his car a few blocks away from the wall, his electronic lock beeping farewell at his back. His ride was too good to park close to El Rubí. He'd worked hard to build up his reputation and his bank account. He was the youngest player in the city, bought his first Cadillac Escalade at sixteen, his own condo in the Condado at seventeen. Now, on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, he was about to make the biggest deal of his life. His lieutenant, Keno, should have been with him, but at the last minute he got a call from Vico's sister, Marisol, Keno's on-and-off girlfriend, and backed out. Vico chuckled. Cabrón let himself be led around by his nose like a castrated bull.
He slung the backpack on one shoulder and lit a cigarette in front of the pink house that stood across from the entrance to El Rubí. The moon was rising high over the surf beyond El Morro as he crossed the street, the inky sky pushing it up over the buildings behind him. The dark night made it hard to see the crumbling stone steps, but he could've run them blindfolded. Vico had been going to El Rubíhis whole life, since when he was little to visit his grandmother, but after he turned thirteen, to buy drogas with his friend Izzy, and now to sell them. Pana had to earn a living in the tanking economy.
He loved the way the decaying cement and wooden shacks were painted in bright colors. And the smell: salty ocean with notes of frying plantain, beer, garbage, and urine. Life. To him El Rubí was teeming with it, unlike his old neighborhood, where families stayed locked up in their gated homes, pretending everything was fine. Pretending fathers weren't laid off, mothers didn't die, and kids came right home to do their homework. In El Rubí everything was out in the open: fights, love, drugs ... no worries about what the neighbors might think.
By the time he reached the bottom step, the moon was completely cut off by the buildings above, the only light the warm glow of his cigarette floating in front of him in the dark, and from the shadow under the stairs came a scraping sound. He turned around and peered through the dark. Nothing. He shrugged and threw what was left of his cigarette on the ground. I'm just jumpy, he assured himself. Half a mil riding on this deal. That'd make any pana nervous, verdad? He chuckled and turned back. With the money from this score he was going to throw one hell of an eighteenth birthday party tomorrow. Just then he heard a rumbling sound and a stone flew past his foot as if kicked. His chest filled with heat, his hand automatically reached in his pocket, the yellow skulls on his switchblade glowing even in the dark.
"¿Quién está ahí? Show yourself, pendejo, and maybe I won't cut your heart from your chest!" Vico's voice sounded more secure than he felt. Damn Keno! He should be here. Not that he couldn't handle himself, he'd proven that again and again, but there was something about the sound that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He squinted into the dark and saw the glow of two yellow eyes. Vico stumbled backward, his pulse pounding behind his face. But just as quick they were gone. He shuddered. He must have imagined them. They'd been so strange and yet ... familiar. He forced himself to turn around and continue walking, blade out just in case.
He hadn't taken more than a step when a growl came from behind him. He wheeled around as a street dog with one ear and matted fur streaked out from the shadow beneath the stairs and took off down a side street, tail between his legs, ears pinned to his head. He let out a deep breath and chuckled. "A stupid sato. Scared of a mutt, ay Vico? I need a vacation, man," he said as he folded his blade closed and tucked it away. He grabbed another cigarette from his shirt pocket. Maybe he would take a vacation after this. Head to Miami for a few weeks, lay low.
His lighter flared to life just before something big hit him like a linebacker from behind, knocking the air from his lungs. The backpack with all those neatly wrapped bricks of white powder slipped from his shoulder. He tried to reach for it but he was pinned upright. His left hand held the still flaming lighter, and he ran his right over his chest. When he pulled it away it felt sticky, wet. He looked down and, in the glow of the flame, he saw red on his palm and watched his shirt grow dark. Another shove hit him from the back. A long serrated claw emerged from his chest, as if it had pushed through from his nightmare. He was numb, his eyes wide, his mouth open in a silent scream as he realized his feet were leaving the ground, his sneakers dangling as he hung as if mounted on the claw. The lights of El Rubí faded as he was dragged backward. Ludovico tried to scream as he heard the sound of jaws snapping behind him. Then everything went dark.CHAPTER 2
July 6, 12:50 P.M.
"BUT TÍO, I can take a cab. I'll go straight to your place, promise." First her father had waited until they were at the airport to tell her he wasn't going with her on their annual trip to Puerto Rico to see his family, and now that she'd landed, her uncle was suggesting further humiliation.
"Absolutamente no. I'm sending a squad car. It's not safe for a young woman to travel around the city by herself."
Lupe harrumphed. He'd made up his mind, so there was no arguing with him. The man hadn't become police chief by being a pushover. "Fine." She hit End and waited for the other passengers to move so she could exit the plane. At least without her father along she didn't need to hide a dozen tiny empty Bacardi bottles that he'd scatter around their seats like insect husks.
The clunk of her Doc Martens echoed in the airport's linoleum-lined artery, suitcase rolling obediently behind. She'd never come to Puerto Rico without her father, never walked to baggage claim without struggling to keep up with his long impatient stride. She smiled. This was her first trip as an adult. Okay, so sixteen wasn't adult, but she was off leash. She swallowed down a momentary feeling of panic as strangers rushed by her on either side. It wasn't like she was in a totally new place. She took a deep breath and felt the press of familiar ground against her feet. It was a teeter-totter feeling of familiarity and not belonging. But she was used to that. Lupe held her head a little straighter, walked a little taller.
She could handle this.
When she pushed open the glass doors to the loading area, the hot, humid air hit her. Year after year, she was shocked when she walked into the heat from the air-conditioned airport. Particularly compared to the still cool, early July morning breezes back in Vermont, the sultry temperatures held trouble in the moist air.
Waiting in the cabs-only section of the pick-up zone was a police officer in full midnight blue, handgun on his hip, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, holding a sign that read SEÑORITA LUPE DÁVILA.
Lupe ducked her head. She considered walking by the policeman and calling Uber on her father's dime. Her father had given her the keys to her uncle's house; she could just let herself in. Yeah, it'd be rude and her uncle would be pissed but, as her father liked to say, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Instead she pulled on her own sunglasses, walked up to him, and whispered, "I'm Lupe Dávila."
"Bienvenidos, Señorita Dávila. I'm Officer Ramirez," he said in a way-too-loud voice. She followed him to the double-parked cruiser and felt the heat of stares from the other travelers.
So much for being off leash.
After popping the squad car's trunk, Ramirez tried to wrestle her suitcase from her.
She swung it into the carpeted trunk. "I'm pretty used to taking care of myself." He looked almost dejected that she hadn't let him help her. "So, my uncle dragged you away from some important police work to chauffeur me around, huh?"
He slammed the trunk, the midday sun glinting off the shiny black paint. "Your tío asked me to bring you to his house. He can't get away and your aunt is in Humacao today. And I hear your father couldn't get away from work either."
Lupe snorted. "Yeah, that's what he told me, too." He stood holding open the door to the backseat, but Lupe edged around him, opened the front passenger door, and slid in. No way she was riding in the back like some kind of perp. Though it was probably against the rules, this experience was already humiliating enough. In the side-view mirror she watched him pause for a moment, then close the door and walk around the car with a defeated look. She smiled. Lupe often reduced adults to this look of defeat. But humiliation or not, she was glad she wasn't driving. She couldn't wait to use her newly minted driver's license at home, but driving on the island was another story: it was beyond aggressive. Her father liked to joke that this was where they trained New York City cab drivers.
As they made their way along Highway 26 she was struck as she always was by the billboards. They were illegal in Vermont, so she was unaccustomed to the barrage of colors and pithy messages. Thirty-foot-high women in tight dresses begged her to drink Medalla beer with open crimson lips; handsome unshaven men held minuscule cell phones to their story-high ears.
"So where's tío that he couldn't pick me up?"
"He's at a crime scene in El Rubí."
She perked up at this. "You mean the drug dealer who was eviscerated on the fifth?"
Ramirez looked at her with one substantial eyebrow raised.
"I mean, I saw it on El Nuevo Dia online."
He nodded. "Yes, a terrible thing." He made a quick sign of the cross, kissing his thumb at the end.
Lupe had always wanted to see her uncle on the job. And to visit her uncle on the job. Her father had shipped her off to the island, so why shouldn't she finally do what she wanted to do? She usually dreaded coming down and being dragged from relative's house to relative's house, heat and clouds of mosquitoes surrounding her like a gang. Maybe this trip she'd have a chance to see the real Puerto Rico. As she watched the bright green palm trees file by, she formulated a plan.
"Oh, no!" She put her hand to her mouth in faux surprise.
"What's the matter, Señorita Dávila?"
"Lupe. Call me Lupe, please. It's just ... the keys to Tío Esteban's house, my father was supposed to give them to me this morning, but I guess he forgot." She put on a concerned face as she lay her palm over the outside pocket of her backpack as if he could see the keys hidden in its depths.
Ramirez grimaced. "Ay, we'll have to call your uncle then. I'm not sure what he would have me do." He pulled over to the highway's shoulder and put on the flashing lights.
She had to admit. She loved the lights.
He pushed a speed-dial button and Lupe could hear her uncle's booming voice on the other end, barking in rapid Spanish. Ramirez listened, nodding as if the chief could see him. "Bueno. Sí, jefe."
Lupe watched him tuck the phone away in his shirt pocket. "Well? What'd he say?"
Ramirez pulled back into traffic and flipped off the lights. "He wants me to bring you to the crime scene. Your aunt is two hours away."
It worked! Lupe had to restrain herself from pumping her fist in victory. She'd seen thousands of crime scenes on television, had talked to her uncle about them since she was twelve, and now she was going to a real one? Not your typical tourist attraction and that was perfect. If her father didn't like it, too bad. If he'd been with her this never would've happened.
"So, m'ija —"
Lupe loved the way adults addressed her on the island: m'ija, as if she were this hardened police officer's daughter as well. Considering her challenged luck in the parental lottery she'd take any decent parental-type figures she could get.
"— are you excited to be back in Puerto Rico?"
She shrugged. "I guess." She thought about the crime scene they were about to visit. "I mean, Vermont's pretty boring."
They chatted about the difference in weather, driving conditions, usual small talk, then Lupe decided to see if she could get some information about the case, especially since now she was going to the scene of the murder.
"So this murder, it's interesting, huh?"
The smile bled off of Ramirez's face. "Interesting, yes."
Lupe glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as he drove, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. But he didn't say anything more. She was going to have to work a bit harder.
"Do you have any leads as to who the murderer is?"
"No," he said, and made the sign of the cross again.
Lupe watched him through narrowing eyes. All the signs of the cross, avoiding the conversation, even the news article was spotty ... something was up with this murder, and she was going to find out what.
Seemed like the summer wasn't going to be a total loss after all.
They drove the rest of the way in silence, passing her favorite fort, San Cristóbal, then uphill along the sea wall. It wasn't hard to find the spot; dozens of emergency vehicles crowded the narrow street, the red and blue lights flashing against the sides of the buildings like some kind of goth disco. The colonial stone buildings ran the gamut from abandoned and graffiti-covered to pristine and elegantly appointed, all in one city block. Ramirez parked in front of a pink house from the latter category and they made their way to the steps down to El Rubí.
Lupe was beyond excited: she'd always wanted to visit El Rubí. The neighborhood was famous and infamous. She read about it, watched videos of raids online and music videos that were shot on the neighborhood's streets.
Until today Lupe thought she would have to be satisfied with viewing its color-wheel buildings and gritty streets from the safety of the battlements or on Google Earth, but here she was, walking down the crumbling staircase. She followed Officer Ramirez down the last few steps and her uncle came into view. He stood among broken glass and what looked like brown paint but must have been dried blood.
"Lupe! Over here, sobrina."
She thanked Officer Ramirez and made her way to her uncle, skirting the police tape and picking her way around milling uniforms.
Her uncle kissed her on the cheek and gave her one of his typical bear hugs. Esteban held her at arm's length and smiled into her face, his dark mustache accentuating his wide grin. "Ay, m'ija, you're getting so grownup."
Lupe smiled back into her uncle's face. New gray streaks had appeared at his temples. It seemed like he'd aged five years in the year since she'd last seen him. "You look tired, tío." She didn't like seeing him so worn-out. He was the Dávila rock, the human equivalent of a building's foundation. Her father seriously depended on him.
He sighed. "We have spent thirty-six hours here trying to figure out what happened to this young man."
She looked around and compared the crime scene to the ones she'd seen on DOA Newark. But this wasn't a television show. These were no perfectly made-up pretty actors in tight pants and high heels. No rule-breaking female lead. The police officers' faces were ordinary and tired, washed gray above the blue of their uniforms and contrasting with the electric blue of the cloudless sky and the brightly painted buildings that surrounded them. And there was trash heaped up against the walls; the salt air was heavy with the smell of urine. It didn't bother her though. It felt even more real. It was on her skin, in her nostrils, not trapped in a flat screen. She rubbed her hands together. "What do you have already? I mean, clue-wise?"
Someone appeared at his left elbow and asked a question in rapid-fire Spanish, and Esteban answered with a raised finger that bought them a minute. "Phone conversations about my cases when you're tucked away safe in Vermont are one thing, but this?" He gestured around to the hive of activity that surrounded them. "I'm sorry you have to see this, Lupe. I shouldn't be surprised that your father forgot to give you the keys, but he always disappoints me."(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
July 4, 11:30 P.M.,
July 6, 12:50 P.M.,
July 6, 4:15 P.M.,
July 6, 4:45 P.M.,
July 6, 6:36 P.M.,
July 6, 11:36 P.M.,
July 7, 2:04 A.M.,
July 7, 3:40 A.M.,
July 7, 4:00 A.M.,
July 7, 1:00 P.M.,
July 7, 1:50 P.M.,
July 7, 2:05 P.M.,
July 7, 2:15 P.M.,
July 7, 4:15 P.M.,
July 7, 4:28 P.M.,
July 8, 10:00 A.M.,
July 8, 11:48 A.M.,
July 8, 1:26 P.M.,
July 8, 1:53 P.M.,
July 8, 4:31 P.M.,
July 8, 4:48 P.M.,
July 8, 8:23 P.M.,
July 8, 10:54 P.M.,
July 8, 11:54 P.M.,
July 9, 1:16 A.M.,
July 9, 8:58 A.M.,
July 9, 9:42 A.M.,
July 9, 11:40 A.M.,
July 9, 4:15 P.M.,
July 9, 6:42 P.M.,
July 9, 9:15 P.M.,
July 9, 10:15 P.M.,
July 10, 12:15 A.M.,
July 10, 10:55 P.M.,
About the Author,
This is a story you’ll savor, one you’ll get lost in. The detail and depth of not only the horror story but the realistic and richness of the culture really resonated with me. The story is very atmospheric; like a sunny day on the beach drinking your Madella and eating your empanadillas, to a gray darkness overtaking your vision. The story slowly builds from happy summer days to horrors of lives choices. A story of redemption and growth from childhood into adulthood. The characters are real, people you know and love. They are built with real characteristics, real personalities and real thoughts and emotions. Not one word of this story felt untrue, altered or unrealistic; there is beauty on every page. I loved the way the author blended the cultures history with present issues to create this authentic story. It's a brilliant way to celebrate a culture and it's peoples in an entertaining and mysterious way. **I think it's also important to acknowledge how this author wrote about the island, the culture, it's people and beliefs. She celebrated the Puerto Rican culture without ignoring the grittier aspects. I had the pleasure of an extended holiday vacation to Puerto Rico a few years ago and this book brought back every wonderful moment of my trip. The sights and sounds, the smells and foods, the amazing people and rich culture. If you have ever wanted to visit start with this story, you will experience a part of Puerto Rico within the pages. This book is now a part of my life, my heart. It's pure perfection. 10 stars.
I was so excited to get ARC of this book, I mean a story based on Puerto Rican folklore about "El Cuco" (boogeyman) that is something I'm familiar with so when I got this in the mail I just jumped right in. Now, let me say the 3 stars rating is a very strong rating, it's not like I didn't enjoy the book because I did, the writing is great and the descriptions and places named made me want to hop on a plane and visit some family. I will get into this review without giving too much away. The book follows Lupe and Javier, the story changes to different POVs besides Lupe and Javier but we mostly get Lupe's and Javier's side of the events. Lupe travels to Puerto Rico to visit her uncle and to spend time with family. This time around there's a series of unsolved murders that her uncle is investigating and that's when Javier's story along with the gang by the name of Cangrejos come into play. The cangrejos are a gang of five childhood friends, that are all getting murder by someone or something on their eighteen birthdays and their birthdays are only a few weeks apart. I will have to say some of my favorite things were the way the author made you feel like if you were there in the island, I like how the similarities of some of the towns reminded me of the actual town in Puerto Rico, I mean I can't say I'm 100% sure that when the author spoke about El Rubi she was referring to La Perla. I also, liked how closed she was with her uncle and how he wanted to be a parent figured for Lupe since her father was an addict and wasn't really there for her. Another thing we get in this book besides a bit of horror is how it touches on the effect of drugs and being an addict, and how one bad decision can lead you to many others. Now to some of the things I didn't really like about the book and the reasons why I couldn't fully give this book a 5 stars rating. First I will have to say, the Spanglish here was real! I understand that a lot of Spanish do that but I personally hate it when I'm talking to someone in English and they start dropping Spanish words in between, I absolutely hate it. I have gotten better with it but I would like for someone to stick to a language if possible and if you don't' know the word just ask, and I know that's a personal thing but I dislike it a lot. Another thing that bothers me was one of the side characters Marisol, she was very aggressive towards Lupe and even Lupe herself at times was really too much for me as a character, she got offended and wanted to argue and fight almost everyone that didn't agree with her. Even thought the writing was great the pace at times especially at the beginning was very slow, it actually took me a bit more than 50% of the story to really get exciting. Overall, I did enjoy this book and will definitely will be picking up another book by Ann Davila Cardinal. I love the writing and how she made you feel like you were right there with the characters. Thank you to the author and publisher for providing me with an ARC
I had fun reading this YA horror story set in Puerto Rico! I loved the setting and the inclusion of a supernatural monster from local folklore lurking in the shadows, hunting characters down. The story primarily follows two main characters, Lupe Davila and Javier Utierre. Lupe is half Puerto-Rican, born and raised in the States, but she travels to Puerto Rico every summer to visit her extended family, including her uncle who happens to be the police chief. Javier is a recovering drug addict who has grown up in a Puerto Rico that is becoming increasing dark and difficult for teenagers in his neighborhood. When Lupe arrives for the summer, she finds out from her uncle that a series of horrific murders have been occurring and seem to be centered on a group of Javier’s old friends. The two characters pair up in an attempt to figure out where and who the monster will attack next. I loved that this was an easy, quick read while also tackling a lot of really difficult topics. We get commentary on the degradation of neighborhoods in Puerto Rico, due to the influx of drugs, violence and gangs and why this result stems from outsider influence. We also see the struggle that Javier goes through with his drug addiction and how that relates to his friends relations with local gang influence and drugs as well. There were so many important themes in this story and I love that the author was able to bring all of these topics into a monster story! I also really loved the inclusion of the “El Cuco” monster, essentially a bogeyman-style creature who comes for kids when they misbehave and how this tied into the reality of the dark elements that were influencing teenagers in this Puerto Rican neighborhood. The only reason this didn’t end up ultimately being a four or five star read for me was because I struggled a bit with the two main characters, Lupe more so than Javier. While both characters had good inner dialogue and development, whenever they interacted with others or each other, it just seemed to fall flat for me. Their responses were a little too one-dimensional and cliche for me to really get invested in them. Despite the fact that I struggled a bit with the characters of this story, overall I really enjoyed this read and loved that it was a Puerto Rican horror story, set in Puerto Rico, with a Puerto Rican folklore monster! We need more horror stories like this! Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for providing me with an early copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!
I was pretty impressed with this novel! I thought that this book sounded interesting when I saw it on a blog a few months ago so I was really excited when I got my hands on an early copy. Once I started reading, I knew that I was in for a treat because I was hooked right away. I thought that this book was a really entertained read. I am ashamed to say that I haven't read too many books set in Puerto Rico so I really liked the fact that this book not only was set there but was based on folklore from the island. I really felt like the setting played a big part in the story and was really well done. Puerto Rico really came alive in this book. Everything from the relationships between the characters, the crime, and general attitudes were vividly described. This story is told from multiple points of view. Some points of view are used very rarely while others carry the bulk of the story. I thought that each point of view was distinctive and I really grew to like the main characters. Lupe was a really interesting character. I liked the fact that she had Puerto Rican roots but was really more of an outsider. It was nice seeing things from her perspective. Javier's character was equally important. He was really in the center of the story and I liked that he had worked so hard to make his life better. They worked really well together as a team. I thought that the mystery in this story was really well done. I loved the fact that there was a bit of horror and some supernatural elements worked into the story. I wasn't exactly sure what was causing everything and enjoyed watching Lupe and Javier work to figure it out. There were some pretty exciting moments in the story and quite a few surprises. I found this to be quite the page-turner. I would recommend this book to others. I thought that this book was really well written with a fantastic premise and wonderful characters. I will definitely be looking out for future books written by this talented author. I received a review copy of this book from Tor Teen.
Los cangrejos, or the crabs, are five young men who were born within a two week time span in the month of July. They grew up together and always celebrated their birthdays together until they became teenagers and they started down different paths. Now, on the eve of their eighteenth birthdays, someone or something is killing them off one by one. This story really grabbed my interest. I’m not usually a fan or horror, but I do like mythology and a good murder mystery. This book has all that and more. It has good characters, a fascinating setting, great pacing and a riveting plot. It even has a few surprises for the reader. It centers around family and friendship with a budding romance as well. All in all a great read!
I've never been to Puerto Rico, but the author provides such vivid, immersive descriptions, I feel like I have. And the food! I drooled over several pages. The author gives a balanced picture of Puerto Rico. While showing the horrors of drugs and addiction, and impoverished neighborhoods, she also demonstrates the deep love of culture and community, and supportive, loyal families and friends willing to do anything to protect their loved ones. And can I mention the food again? One of my favorite things about this book is the relationships. With little parental support at home, Lupe's relationship with her aunt and uncle is a positive influence, and portrayed so well. Javier hasn't made good choices in his past, and battles his addiction every day with the help of Father Sebastian. Javier's relationship with childhood friend Carlos is more of brother than friend, even though Carlos's music career has made him an international sensation. Mention urban legends in a book description, and I'll show up, and El Cuco is the stuff of children's nightmares. The opening scene is a perfect way to set up the supernatural suspense. When Javier makes the connection and realizes he's living on borrowed time, I couldn't read fast enough. As a main character, Lupe is feisty, loyal, and determined - all good things. But her default mode is set to combative, and I felt it got in the way of the story. The final showdown is tense and exciting, but because it's seen through several POVs, it stretches on for pages, when it actually lasts the length of a song. Five Midnights is a briskly paced, dark, YA supernatural mystery that I enjoyed from the first page, and would recommend to fans of urban legends who enjoy a touch of the paranormal. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.