If John Sandford wrote this book, I’ll eat my hat. The Virgil Flowers we know and love was notably absent from this book. While this was a decent police procedural, pseudo-Flowers lacks the irreverent flair that makes the real Virgil a sexy, successful detective who mostly avoids law enforcement bureaucracy unless it can work to his advantage. The story was far from compelling in spite of its viable plot concept. Holy Ghost did introduce Skinner, a young man who has the makings of a promising character in future books; sadly for us readers, Virgil Flowers appears to have wandered off into domesticated bliss.