Don’t Let the Devil Ride, Ace Atkins

My first book with Ace Atkins… and my last. Perhaps it was because the book I read before this was a profound, well-devised, and extremely well-written memoir. I know this is just a summer read, but it was like a sixth-grade language reading class. Simple, predictable, mindless. Yes, yes, there is a time for that. But what I am finding to be more and more prevalent in my life, is that there is no time for that in my life. I was ready to put the book down soon after beginning, but my idiotic mind of “finish what you started” took over. A well-to-do family isn’t what it seems (the husband is an arms dealer and his wife has been completely clueless about it all along). Right there should be enough for you. A private detective is on the case, wiser than most, and starts to put the pieces together. A few more ancillary characters that don’t matter, with a few evil Russians thrown in the mix. In the end, everyone gets what they deserve. The detective, Porter Hayes, saves the woman (Addison McKellar), and the evil husband is shot. Now, I can finally take away my barf bag from beside my rocker and move on to something more meaningful. I can’t believe this guy is a best-selling author.. or perhaps that places a lot of other things in order of the ways of the world as we know it today.