In This Fallen Prey, the next installment of New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong’s thriller series, Casey Duncan is about to face her toughest job as police detective in Rockton yet.
When Casey first arrived at the off-the-grid town, an isolated community built as a haven for people running from their pasts, she had no idea what to expect, with no cell phones, no internet, no mail, and no way of getting in or out without the town council’s approval. She certainly didn’t expect to be the homicide detective on two separate cases or to begin a romantic relationship with her boss. But the very last thing she expected was for the council to drop a dangerous criminal into their midst without a plan to keep him imprisoned, and to keep others safe.
Of course Oliver Brady claims he's being set up. But the longer Brady stays in town, the more things start to go wrong. When evidence comes to light that someone inside Rockton might be working as his accomplice, helping him to escape, Casey races to figure out who exactly Brady is and what crimes he’s truly responsible for committing.
In the next page-turning entry in Kelley Armstrong’s gripping series, life in Rockton is about to get even more dangerous.
About the Author
KELLEY ARMSTRONG graduated with a degree in psychology and then studied computer programming. Now she is a full-time writer and parent, and she lives with her husband and three children in rural Ontario, Canada. She is the author of City of the Lost, the first book in the Casey Duncan mystery series.
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The season may have officially started two months ago, but it isn't truly spring in Rockton until we bury our winter dead.
Dalton and Anders are digging the shallow grave. I'm wandering, trying to calm Storm. As a future tracking dog, she needs to know the smell of death. I've read books that say cadaver dogs can't do the job for long because every "success" leads to a dead body. I dismissed that as anthropomorphism until I showed Storm the corpses ... and she promptly set about trying to wake the dead.
We're walking in ever-growing circles around the grave. Dalton's occasional "Casey?" warns me to stay close, while Storm's insistent tugs beg me to let her explore and forget what she's seen. The tugs of an eight-month-old Newfoundland are not insubstantial.
"Switch?" Anders walks over and holds out a hand.
Storm isn't the only one who needs a break from this task. Every year, Dalton orders his deputy to stay behind. Every year Anders ignores him. As a former soldier, Anders might not need to see more death, but being a former soldier also means he refuses to grant himself that reprieve.
I give his hand a quick squeeze as I pass over the leash. "Remember, you gotta show her who's boss."
"Oh, she knows who's boss." The dog yanks, nearly toppling Anders. "And it's not me." He plants his feet. "Fortunately, I'm still a whole lot bigger. Go help Eric. We'll be fine."
I walk along a narrow caribou trail bounded by towering spruce. Green shoots have snuck up in patches of sunlight, and the air smells of a light shower, the rain already evaporating. I see no sign of Dalton. The forest here is too thick. Endless forest, the quiet broken by the scolding of a red squirrel as I pass.
I stay on the trail until I find Dalton standing beside one hole dug down to the permafrost. Three bodies lie beside it. Two are long dead, partly mummified from having been stashed in a cave by their killer. The third looks as if she could be sleeping. Sharon was the oldest resident in Rockton until we found her dead of a heart attack this morning, prompting Dalton to declare the ground soft enough to bury our winter dead.
A shallow grave. Unmarked. As a homicide detective, I should be finding these, not creating them. But this is Rockton.
These three women came here in secrecy, fleeing threats from elsewhere. They came to the Yukon to be safe. And we failed them. One can argue it wasn't our fault. Yet we accept responsibility. To say "We did our best" is a slippery slope in Rockton.
We lay the corpses in the hole. There's no graveside service. I wasn't brought up in any religion, and our sheriff was raised right here, in this forest. I'm sure, if pressed, we could find a few lines of half-remembered poetry for the dead. But that isn't our way. We stand there, and we remember, and we regret.
Then we fill in the hole.
When we're done, Dalton rubs his face. He looks at his hands, as if thinking about what they just handled. I reach into my pocket and pass him a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer. He snorts at that and takes it, and when he's done, I lean against his side for a moment as he puts his arm around my shoulders. Then we both straighten, job done, moment passed, time to get back to work.
"Will?" Dalton calls. There's exactly one heartbeat of silence, and Dalton's face tightens as he shouts, "Will?"
"Over here," Anders calls back. "Pup found herself a rabbit hole and —" A grunt of exertion. "And she really wants bunny for dinner."
We walk over to find him only lightly tugging on the leash, his big biceps barely twitching. I sigh and yank the lead with a "Hut!" Storm gives me a look, not unlike a sullen teen, and walks over to brush against Dalton.
Anders chuckles. "If Mommy gives you shit, suck up to Dad. Nice try, pup, but —"
He stops as we all hear the whine of a small plane engine.
Dalton shields his gaze to look up.
"Does that sound way too close to Rockton?" Anders says.
"Fuck," Dalton mutters.
"That'd be yes. Come on, pup. Time for a run."
We kick it into high gear. Dalton scans the sky as he tracks the sound. It's not a supply delivery — it's exceedingly rare for anyone other than Dalton to handle those, and he's scheduled to head out later today, releasing a few residents. But from the sound, that plane is heading straight to our airstrip.
The pilot shouldn't be able to see our airstrip. No more than he should be able to see our town. Structural and technological camouflage means that unless the plane skims Rockton, we should remain invisible.
I look up to see a small plane on a perfect trajectory with our landing strip.
Dalton curses again.
"Has anyone ever found the airstrip before?" I ask.
"Ten years ago. Guy was lost. Rookie pilot. I fixed his nav, gave him fuel, and pointed him to Dawson City. He was too shaken up to question. I just told him it was an airstrip for miners."
Having anyone stumble over Rockton even by land is rare, but we have a pocketful of cover stories. Today, Dalton decides "military training base" will work. We're all physically fit. Anders keeps his hair stubble-short, and Dalton recently reverted to his summer look — his hair buzzed, his beard down to a few days' growth. Suitable for a backwoods military camp.
Anders pushes his short sleeves onto his shoulders, US Army tattoo more prominently displayed. Dalton snaps his shades in place. I put on my ball cap, ponytail tugged through. And we have our guns in hand.
We arrive just as the propellers creak to a stop. The pilot's door opens. A woman gets out. When I see her, I slow, the guys doing the same. We've donned our best quickie military costuming; hers looks like the real thing. Beige cargo shorts. Olive tank top. Dark aviator shades. Boots. Dark ponytail. Thigh holster. Arms that make mine look scrawny.
She doesn't even glance our way, just rolls her shoulders and acts like she has no idea three armed strangers are bearing down on her. She knows, though. She waits until we're ten feet away. Then she turns and says, "Sheriff Dalton?"
Her gaze crosses all three of us. She rejects the woman. Rejects the black guy. Settles on the white one as she says "Sheriff?" again. I could bristle at that, but she's right in this case, and the certainty on her face tells me she's been given a physical description.
Without waiting for confirmation, she steps forward and extends her hand. "I have a delivery for you, sir."
Dalton takes her hand. While he's doing a good job of hiding his confusion, I see the tightness in his face. He might rule in Rockton, but he's only thirty-one, two months younger than me, and new situations throw him off balance.
"We weren't informed of any deliveries," I say.
She hands me an envelope from her pocket. "The details are in here, ma'am. I'm just the courier."
Dalton walks over to the plane. When a hand smacks against the glass, Storm and I both jump. Anders says, "Shit!" Dalton just peers inside. A man's face appears. A man wearing a gag.
Dalton turns to the pilot. "What the hell is this?"
"Your delivery, sir."
She opens the cargo door and disappears inside, with Dalton following. Anders and I wait. A moment later, Dalton comes out, pushing the man ahead of him. He's blond, younger than us, wearing a wrinkled linen shirt, trousers, and expensive loafers. He looks like he's been pulled off Bay Street midway through his stockbroker shift. He's gagged with his hands tied in front of him; a cable binds his legs so he can't do more than shuffle.
"I was told not to remove the cuffs," the woman says as she follows them out. "I was also told to leave the gag on. I made the mistake of removing it. That lasted about sixty seconds. I have no idea what he's in for, but he's a nasty son of a bitch."
"In for?" I say.
"Yes, ma'am." She looks around. "There is a detention facility out here, isn't there? Some kind of ultra-maximum security?"
"Privileged information," Anders says. "Sorry, ma'am. You know how it is. Same in the air force, I'll wager."
The woman smiles. "It was. And it's no different in private security." She nods at his tat. "Cross-border job shopping?"
"Something like that. I appreciate you bringing the prisoner. We weren't expecting anyone new, so we're a bit surprised." Anders peeks into the cargo hold. "You wouldn't happen to have any beer in there, would you?"
"No, sir." She reaches in and pulls out a duffel. When she opens the zipper, it's full of coffee bags.
"Just this," she says.
"Even better," Anders says. "Thank you."
I look at the prisoner. He's just standing there, with Dalton behind him, monitoring his body language as Anders chats with the pilot.
"Thank you for bringing him," I say. "If you're flying back to Dawson City, skip the casino and check out the Downtown Hotel bar. Ask for the sour toe cocktail."
"There's an actual toe involved, isn't there?"
"It's the Yukon."
She grins. "I'll have to try that. Thank you, ma'am." She tips her hat and then motions to ask if she can pat Storm. I nod, and Storm sits as she sees the hand reach for her head.
"Well trained," she says.
"At her size, she needs to be. She's still a pup."
"Nice." She gives Storm a final pat. "I'll head on out. You folks have a good day. And remember, keep that gag on for as long as you can."
The bush plane has left, and we're standing by the hangar. I've opened the letter, and Dalton is reading it over my shoulder while Anders guards the prisoner. Storm lies at my feet, her wary gaze on the stranger.
As usual, Dalton reads faster than me, and I've barely finished the opening paragraph when he says, "Fuck, no. Fucking hell, no."
Anders leans over to see the letter — and the prisoner lunges.
Anders yanks him back, saying, "Yeah, it's not that easy, asshole," and the guy turns to see both Dalton and me with our weapons trained on him, Storm on her feet, growling.
"If you're waiting for us to get distracted and let you run, you'll be waiting a long time," Anders says.
"It wouldn't help anyway," I say. "You're hundreds of miles from the nearest community. Gagged. Bound. Your legs chained." I turn to the guys. "Can we let him go? Please? Lay bets on how far he gets?" "Nah," Anders says. "Lay bets on what kills him. I vote grizzly."
"Cougar," I say.
"Exposure," Dalton says.
I look at Dalton. "Boring."
"But the rabbits haven't killed anyone."
The prisoner watches us, his eyes narrowing, offended that we find his predicament so entertaining.
"On the ground," Dalton says.
The guy lifts his bound hands and extends both middle fingers. My foot shoots out and snags his leg. He drops to his knees.
"Boss wants you on the ground, you get on the ground," I say. "Practice your yoga. Downward dog. All fours. Ass in the air."
When he doesn't move fast enough, Dalton says, "Do you really think this is the time to challenge us? I just read that letter."
The guy assumes an awkward downward-dog pose.
Dalton holds the letter out for me to finish. I don't need to — my gaze snags on a few key words, and I skim the rest to be sure I'm not misreading. Then I look at Dalton.
"Fuck, no," I say.
* * *
We've left our prisoner with Anders and returned to Rockton. As we enter town, I imagine bringing him back. Imagine how we might explain Rockton, how we'd pass it off. Wild West theme town would be our best bet. Seriously. That's what it would look like to an outsider — a place where rich people pay serious cash to pretend they live in a rougher, heartier time. Wooden buildings, all in perfect condition, each adorned with very modern, oversize quad-paned windows. Dirt roads swept smooth, not a scrap of litter or whiff of horse dung. People milling about in modern dress, because we wouldn't want to take the fantasy that far. Living without electricity, cell service, and Wi-Fi is primitive enough, thank you very much.
We drop Storm off at the general store, where Petra will dog-sit. Then we head to Val's house, which seems like old times, going to her and demanding to speak to the council. For my first four months in Rockton, I never set foot in Val's house except on business. And I swear she never set foot outside it unless she had to.
Since then, Val has come to realize the council set her up, that they wanted their local representative isolated. She's finally begun changing that, which means that when I say there was an unscheduled plane arrival, she doesn't hesitate to make the call. Phil answers right away, as if he's waiting.
"A serial killer?" Dalton says. "You sent us a goddamn serial killer."
"For six months," Phil says. "Not as a resident, but as your prisoner. You are free to impose any restrictions on him. We will not question your judgment. In fact, under the circumstances, we don't want Mr. Brady to enjoy his stay in Rockton. That is the point."
"The point?" I say.
"Yes, hello, Detective." There's relief in Phil's voice as he realizes I'm there. I am the reasonable one. Classic good cop, bad cop: the hotheaded, profane sheriff and the educated, professional detective. It's a useful fiction.
As Phil continues, his defensive edge fades. "Mr. Brady is in Rockton because he has refused other options."
"Like jail?" Dalton says. "Lethal injection? Because he's sure as hell earned those."
"Possibly, but Mr. Brady's father believes society is better served by saving the expense of a trial while removing him as a danger to the public. He wants to keep Mr. Brady in what we would consider luxurious isolation, on an island, with caretakers and guards. Mr. Brady has refused. Which is why he is temporarily yours."
"So he'll come to see the appeal of a permanent Caribbean vacation," I say.
"Yes, and while we can argue that he deserves worse punishment, that isn't our concern."
"Your concern is how much you make from this arrangement," Dalton says.
"No, how much you make. For your town, Sheriff."
Phil proceeds to remind us how expensive it is to run Rockton, how the five-grand fee from residents hardly covers the expenses incurred during their two-to-five-year stays. How even the hundred grand they get from white-collar criminals barely keeps the town running.
Some white-collar criminals pay a lot more than a hundred grand, though, as do worse offenders. Rockton just never sees that money. The council keeps it. But with Oliver Brady ...
"One million dollars," Phil says. "To be used at your discretion, Eric. And twenty percent of that is yours to keep personally as payment for the extra work."
Dalton glowers at the radio. "Fuck. You."
"Detective?" Phil says. "I trust you will speak to your ... boss on this. Explain to him the benefits of a nest egg, should he ever decide to leave Rockton."
Explain it to my lover — that's what he means. Convince Dalton he should have money set aside in case he ever wants to leave Rockton with me. This is a threat, too. A reminder that they can kick him out.
I clear my throat. "I believe Sheriff Dalton sees that two hundred thousand as a bribe for endangering his town. While we could use extra money for Rockton, I think I can speak for both of us when I say we don't want it at the expense of endangering residents."
"People don't come here for feather pillows and fancy clothes," Dalton says. "They come for security. That cash isn't going to buy us a doctor, is it? Or radios that actually work?"
"We could certainly invest in better radios," Phil says. "Though I'm not sure that would be a wise use of the money."
The problem with the radio reception is interference. The same thing that keeps us safe and isolated also keeps us isolated from one another when we're in the forest.
Phil continues, "I'm sure if you asked the residents, there are things they'd like to use the money for."
"Yeah," Dalton says. "Booze. And more booze. Oh, and a hot tub. That was their request last year. A fucking hot tub."
"We could actually do that, Sheriff," Phil says. "It wouldn't be a Jacuzzi-style with jets, but a deep communal tub with fire-heated water and —"
Dalton cuts him off with expletives. Many expletives.
"There are always things we could use," I say. "And if we went to the residents and asked, they might take this offer. That's because they trust us to protect them from someone like Oliver Brady. But we are not equipped for this, Phil. We have one jail cell. It's intended as a temporary punishment. It's not even big enough for a bed. We can't confine Brady to it for six days, let alone six months. If you wanted to send him here, you should have warned us and provided supplies to construct a proper containment facility."
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Ahoy there me mateys! I received this thriller eARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. If ye haven’t read the first book in this series, city of the lost, then ye might want to skip this post and go read the first book. Worth the read. If ye keep reading this log then ye have been forewarned and continue at yer own peril . . . I love Kelley Armstrong! I discovered her through her young adult book, sea of shadows, and she became me most read author of 2016. I have read the first two books of this series and was excited to continue me foray into Rockton. This novel continues the adventures of Rockton's detective, Casey Duncan. For those who be adventurous and are readin' this post having not read the previous books, Rockton is an off-the-grid town in the Yukon. People pay a council to spend time in this town to hide from their pasts. Some flee domestic abuse. Some flee other more unsavory problems. Suffice to say, the town is not an idyllic wonderland. Casey has survived a lot of hard times in her short period in Rockton and yet has transitioned rather well overall. The town has settled down, to the best of its ability, and Casey's content to live in the moment and enjoy her newfound solace. But then the council drops an unannounced problem into town in the form of an accused serial killer, bound and gagged. The council decrees that Casey and Sheriff Dalton must ensure this man's survival for 6 months until other arrangements can be made. That is not a request. His going to prison is not an option. And with this unexpected arrival, Casey's yet again in a world of trouble. I found this setup to be rather ingenious. There are a lot of known dangers in Rockton and tons of less than stellar inhabitants. I wondered how the author was goin' to up the ante in this installment. Throw a supposed serial killer in the pot, stir, and shake up. I loved that the town is so not prepared to contain an actual known menace. I love the citizens' take on the situation. I loved Casey's ambivalence about their charge. Is this man an actual killer or is someone taking advantage of the council and thus Casey? The first third of the book was an absolute delight. Then me enjoyment began to wane. This for me was the weakest of the three novels so far. While the setup was fabulous, the execution was a bit silly, to be honest. Too much of the novel was wandering in the forest and making small but seemingly pointless forays back to Rockton. What action did happen in the forest was a bit too comical. I mean, how many fierce, dangerous (and usually shy) animals can try to kill Casey in a sequence? Too many. How many bullets can fly and magically not kill the strategic characters. Too many. How many awesome residents of Rockton were seemingly brought in to help the situation and then weren't actually utilized? Too many. I didn't hate the novel and certainly loved certain elements of it. But the first book was great and the second book took elements of the town and flipped them upside down – to great effect. The stories also were concluded satisfactorily even if elements from book one popped into book two. Book three ends on a rather unsatisfying cliffhanger. I did like revisiting Rockton and Casey and there are some new people that I want more information about. I shall still read the next one in the series. I just hope it turns out as well as books one and two did.
Waiting on the next installment
The author seems to have lost her prose whilst her characters trasp through the woods Unfortunately this resulted in a loss of character and plot development. Although if you enjoy reading about a never ending hike, you'll be thrilled. I usually love her books, but rather than riveted, I was bored ridgid.
Way to leave us wanting more! Love Kelley Armstrong's books no matter the genre. You read one and think "This is the best one ever!" Untill you read the next book. And realise you where wrong.
I received a digital ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. There will be some basic spoilers about the general plot, but no big secrets revealed. Where better to relocate a suspected serial killer than the lost city of Rockton? In this third installment, Armstrong rejoins Casey, Eric, and Anders roughly five months after the conclusion of A Darkness Absolute. The gang is very quickly thrown into an "untenable" situation along with my new favorite, Storm (remember Casey's "work dog"?). In their greed for any source of income, the Council has decided that Rockton will play host to a troublesome and potentially dangerous guest. One big problem: he claims he's innocent. This unwelcome guest sets off the first falling domino as Rockton's finest are pulled into many tough situations. Armstrong definitely was not concerned about giving them any time to breath, and sometimes it felt like too much was being thrown in at a time. Overall, the resolution of Oliver Brady (unwelcome guest)'s situation felt a bit drawn out. At times I was honestly more interested in some of the new drama she'd created than Oliver's storyline which I felt was really supposed to take the spotlight. In terms of character development, we do get to see more insider glimpses into Eric and Casey's relationship and how they continue to get to know each other as significant others, delving into the parts of their histories and personalities that they usually hide from the world. There's a particularly sentimental declaration towards the end that will appease the fans who need a little more romance. The more I get to know the characters' histories, the easier it is to separate them from Armstrong's other casts of characters, but I still can't wipe Casey's connections to Olivia, Chloe, and Nadia out of my mind. As I've written in some of my other reviews, readers who are very familiar with Armstrong's other series will definitely recognize some of the quirks and insecurities that she has been into her Rockton cast. Regardless of any other reminders, overall, TFP was an enjoyable read. Although a bit overly complicated at times, Armstrong gets the ball rolling on at least three additional conflicts and curiosities that will hopefully crop back up in the next installment.
I enjoyed this book, now have to wait to see what happens.... sigh....
We return to Rockton to find a nasty surprise being sprung on Eric and Casey. It seems the counsel has agreed to let a serial killer stay in Rockton for six months. Oliver Brady is a rich kid that has killed five people. His step father decided to ship him off to an isolated Alaska prison, aka Rockton, for six months. He is trying to protect Brady’s mother. Of course Brady is crying innocence and saying how his step father is the true killer. Eric and Casey have a mess on their hands. Rockton is not setup to deal with Brady and the residents know enough to either try and free Brady or lynch him. While trying to find out if Brady is really a killer or not he manages to escape and take one of the women as a hostage and disappears into the forest. As Casey and Eric track Brady, bodies start piling up, they have to face the First Settlers, and then try and find Eric’s brother since Brady things he will get to civilization with him. I enjoyed this book although there were a couple parts that did drag down the story. The main thing is Casey’s bull headed leap before you look behavior. She sees a body in a deep ravine with straight up and down sides. What does she do? Goes right over the edge and nearly kills herself trying to get to the dead body. She has a giant puppy in the woods and no lease. So the dog goes after a cougar. What does she do? Goes crashing through the woods after the dog, gets very lost, almost gets killed by the cougar, etc. I know that I’m just whining, that’s Casey’s behavior but it does get old. Now, having said that I did enjoy this book and was surprised by Brady and who the sniper was. I do have to say that Theresa Plummer does an amazing job narrating this story. I am disappointed to learn that I missed a book in this series. Now I’m off to catch up. I received a complimentary copy of this book. I voluntarily chose to read and post an honest review.
Another excellent addition to the Casey Duncan series. This book was sometimes a frustrating read -unfortunately I can not tell you why it was frustrating because it would give too much of the plot away. If you have read the first two books then you know the basics behind this one -Casey has left behind all she knew as a cop and come to this "town" with a friend who is running. This compound (an off the grid hidden place -and I mean REALLY off the grid) if for people who need to disappear; both criminal and the innocent. In this book, the town is forced into taking someone who is being accused of multiple murders. His step-father is paying to have him 'incarcerated' here instead of put to the death penalty. Let's just say that things don't go smoothly; but did we really expect them to? Action, kick a$$ing, searches galore, a loss of some residents and a ton of shooting of both the innocent ( someone we liked) and the evil. Unfortunately this book kind of ends on what I would consider a cliffhanger. We are never really sure what happens to one of the 'bad-guys...unless there is going to be a follow-up. The town does gain a new resident though - and if you have read the first two books you are going to either applaud or groan with who it is! *ARC supplied by the publisher.
This Fallen Prey is book 3 in the Rockton series. I haven't read the other books in this series but didn't have an issue following the novel. It's kind of like a cross between a mystery and a thriller and I was drawn into the story fast. This story is set in Rockton, it's an off-the-grid town with some rather interesting towns people you do not want to cross. There's none of the normal amenities we're used to there like electricity, cell phones or wifi and absolutely no contact with the outside. Casey Duncan is our leading lady and is running point as a detective in our small town. A plane lands unexpectedly and drops off a criminal to be housed there for several months, paid for by his rich step father. They aren't quite sure if Oliver Brady's allegations of being a serial killer are legitimate or not but they have to play it safe just in case. Casey and Eric try their best to build a secure place for Oliver for his stay but it seems that someone in town is trying to get him out while the other townspeople are trying to kill him. Casey and the gang have to figure out who's helping him while also trying to track him down after he escapes. There's more than meets the eye to the story and I loved that I didn't see the plot twists coming. This Fallen Prey is a great read that makes me want to binge the series. I haven't read a KArmstrong book in awhile and I'm so glad I got to try this one! Her writing style is an attention grabber, so much so that you get sucked into the story quickly. I'm wanting to find out more about these townspeople so I know I'll be backtracking to book one soon. All in all, if you like a mystery with tons of action you'll love this book!
Yes!!! Another chapter in the Rockton saga. I love these Casey Duncan books. I somehow stumbled on them right at the beginning and have enjoyed them all. I did not realize that the author was the one and same Kelley Armstrong who did all those paranormal books. I finally put 2 and 2 together! SMH The town of Rockton is somewhere up in Northwest Canada. The reader isn't really given a lot of detail and neither are the residents. Rockton is about 15 square miles (I think?) and is surrounded by forests and mountains in which a lot of bad things, animals and people reside. Rockton is a town of victims. Each resident has paid a huge sum of money to disappear off the grid. The books have many attributes in that they are mysteries, action thrillers, family life, survival and together with a little romance (no sex scenes). This series became one of my favorites with book number 1! Thanks to St. Martin's Press and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
I am upset that I'll have to wait so long to read the next adventure this series is my favorite by Kelley
So far Armstrong's Casey Duncan series as been very solid. This Fallen Prey is an interesting read that kept me guessing about who it was safe to trust in the book. There were elements that I didn't love. At some points I felt like people were just running around aimlessly and characters were popping up and disappearing all over the place. Also, the story is open ended. I wouldn't call it a cliffhanger exactly, but it was clear that another Case Duncan book was on the way. (At least there BETTER be!) I did really like the relationship that Casey and Eric have built over the three books. I feel like they really work well together both professionally and personally. I also liked learning more about Eric's past and how it has shaped him. I also liked getting more Mathias, Jacob and Ty. They are interesting characters and I hope Armstrong goes into more detail about them in the next book. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Suspense, Mystery and Romance mixed with murder and mayhem. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Been reading Kelley Armstrong for years and she never fails to bring unique characters, plot, and a have to have more from her disease! Casey Duncan is a Detective with a blotchy past that has only molded her into a women with a quick wit and a talent to navigate this crime drama. Would be best to read the prior novels in this series to get the background and history of Rockton where this story takes place. Constant misdirection and twists drive this page turner along with characters that are usually not who they seem. Kelly always comes up with characters and locals that are unique. "A copy of this book was provided by Minotaur Books via Netgalley with no requirement for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion."
This series just keeps getting better. Rockton is supposed to be a safe haven but now the council wants to make it a prison. Oops they forgot to tell the sheriff. Eric and Casey have to figure out how to keep a serial killer prisoner for six months without riling the town and without releasing him to do more harm. This story is a frenetically paced thriller that answers some secrets and reveals new ones. Eric and Casey can count on no one but themselves. I stayed up way past my bedtime reading this and don’t regret a second of lost sleep. I look forward to the next installment.