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The good old days are long gone, but only now finally knocks the relentless change of Jack McEvoy door. The old-school journalist with the handsome salary and may be fired as a humiliating Comforter in the next two weeks - on full pay - to incorporate his young successor. Not a nice departure for McEvoy, who decides to bockbeinig to land, forced the reverse side of a stately-1 lead story. And - lucky - the story he sailed almost to the desktop: A young drug dealer is one of his clients sexually abused, tortured and murdered. The initial research suggest, however, to another suspect, who murders in series. McEvoy sets out on the track and will prompt even the sensational story.
With much nostalgia recalls Michael Connelly, himself for many years worked as a police reporter at a time when journalism was an honorable task still grim, and writes the swan song for the print media that are run down by pure greed. It Connelly sets do not necessarily value to (linguistic) originality, he focuses instead on the tension between everyday life and proves once again as a reliable craftsmen. Film's structure is "His last job" cleverly constructed a straight line. The sexually motivated murders of the 'scarecrow' (Thus the title) while feeding the familiar thrill of tearing. Nevertheless, Connelly writes beautifully continues on the somewhat excessive, but always crowd-pulling sex serial killer-rail his LA-cosmos. No large nerve Close flutter, but a clever plot, which one verschmökert only too happy over a weekend.
Michael Connelly: His last job. (The Scarecrow, 2009). Novel. German Sepp Leeb. Munich: Heyne 2011th 496 pages. € 19.99.
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