The Burial Hour by Jeffery Deaver
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Going into this book, I kinda expected it to be extra-sinister because it's the thirteenth in the Lincoln Rhyme series. Maybe not, but it's pretty special compared to its predecessors because while Rhyme very rarely leaves New York, due to his reclusive nature (as well as his disability), The Burial Hour takes Rhyme, Sachs, Thom, and the reader to Naples, Italy. As a result, this thirteenth Rhyme book feels a little like an extended episode of Beyond Borders, but far better researched, I think. (It's Deaver, after all.) While I'm not entirely sure Deaver was right to have the Neapolitan cast of characters speaking standard (Tuscan) Italian more often than their own regional dialect, it doesn't distract too much from a pretty compelling story about a musically-inclined serial killer, the ongoing Middle Eastern refugee crisis (emphasizing not so much Syrians as Libyans displaced by that country's own civil war, even if it was half a decade ago), and an American or two who may have been wrongly accused of a serious crime.
As usual, Deaver delivers.
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