Cape Diamond A Frank Yakabuski mystery

Corbett follows up his series debut, Ragged Lake, with an equally gritty and tough tangle of cases set in Det. Frank Yakabuski's home city near Ontario's Northern Divide watershed. Yakabuski investigates the gruesome murder of the region's most feared gang leader, who was found strung up on a fence with his eyes cut out and a huge raw diamond placed in his mouth. His gang, the Shiners, retaliate, warring against their secretive and elusive rivals, the Travellers. Yakabuski has a lot on his plate with a revenge killing of a prominent Traveller and a kidnapping, a town gripped in fear, and a paid Mexican assassin headed north to kill him and leaving a path of dead bodies in his wake. Setting Yakabuski on home ground reveals more layers of his character, depicted by his relationships with his ex-cop dad and his sister, whose husband has strong Shiner ties. Like the first book, the writing in this one is sparse and lean, echoing the harshness and isolation of the land, but with literally less ground to cover within the city's borders, this entry is even tighter. The protagonist evolves, and Corbett lays a strong foundation for what promises to be a truly captivating series. Agent: Robert Lecker, Robert Lecker Agency (Canada). (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

A second case for Frank Yakabuski, senior detective with Canada's Springfield Regional Police Force, entangles him in gang warfare, kidnapping, murder, and theft on a grand scale.Even in death, Augustus Morrissey, King of the Shiners, is just one surprise after another. Most gang leaders, no matter how many enemies they make, don't get beaten and stabbed to death, have their eyes cut outa technique long associated with the rival Travellers, led by Gabriel Dumontand get tied to a fence in full view of a housing project in which nobody bothers to call the police. And of course very few corpses have a diamond worth over $1 million shoved down their throats. There's every indication that the diamond in question came from the De Kirk Mines even though De Kirk general manager Peter Merkel smugly maintains that his security measures put theft out of the question. When Yakabuski (Ragged Lake, 2017) tracks down long-missing Terry Maguire and offers to get his grandson, teenage meth head Jimmy O'Driscoll, into a top rehab program and shield him from the Popeyes motorcycle gang, who want him to pay what he owes them or else, Maguire indicates that he does indeed know who killed Augustus Morrissey but that he won't tell. Instead, he assures Yakabuski that he'll find all the answers he needs if he can only locate Katherine Morrissey, the mother of Sean Morrissey, the King's son and heir apparent. Katherine Morrissey proves even more elusive than Maguire, who was declared dead 14 years ago. And that's tough on everyone, because an all-out gang war between the Shiners and the Travellers erupts while Yakabuski is still looking for her.Frigid North Shore landscapes, kitchen-sink plotting, and a dogged investigator who doesn't know when or how to quit. Even though this is only his second outing, somebody definitely owes Corbett's hero a vacation. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Chapter One The first ones to cross Filion's Field that Monday morning were shift workers heading to the O'Hearn sawmill on Sleigh Bay. The field was on the west end of an escarpment that soared high above the Springfield River, and each worker would have left a high-rise apartment, lunch pail and coffee thermos in hand, then taken the shortcut across the sports field to be standing at the Sleigh Bay bus stop by 5:45 a.m. The sun appeared that morning at 6:41, and so the men walked in the dark. Likely they walked with their heads down and eyes to the ground, in no hurry to greet the day, as they were shift workers heading to the O'Hearn sawmill on Sleigh Bay. They could have missed it. When the workers were tracked down by police later that day -- there were nine in total, all men -- not one was interviewed for more than five minutes. Next to cross the field were early-morning workers on their way to the city of Springfield: file clerks and security guards, dishwashers and parking lot attendants, construction labourers and split-shift bus drivers. By the time these workers crossed, the sun was in the sky, a winter sun that would have been more white than yellow, that would have shone through the birch and spruce at the edge of the escarpment and the canyon openings between the high-rise apartment buildings, casting shadows that would have lain directly in their path. Police were able to track down twenty-two of these workers. Each was interviewed at length. No one remembered seeing anything unusual about the east-side fence of Filion's Field that morning. The last to cross were children, taking another shortcut, this one leading to a cut-opening in the fence and beyond that a trail through the woods that brought them to Northwood Elementary School. It was hard to get an accurate number for the children. Police estimated there could have been as many as thirty. During first recess, a half-dozen boys returned to Filion's Field and that was when a police officer spotted them, throwing rocks at something tied to the fence, a target of some sort. The rocks arced in the air. The boys laughed. By then, the sun had risen high enough to be shining directly through the chain-link fence that surrounded the field, casting geometric shadows on the soccer pitch that replicated the metal mesh. The cop's name was Donna Griffin, a young cop who had come to the North Shore projects to serve a family court warrant. She watched the boys, trying to figure out what game they were playing. Eventually, she started walking toward them. When she was spotted, the boys turned as one, like a herd of deer spotting a hunter. Then they took off as one, heading toward the hole in the fence and the path beyond. The cop knew better than to give chase, as there was no way she was going to catch those boys. A couple of them had looked fast enough to make All City. She watched them disappear into the woods, and before the last child's back vanished, she realized no boy had turned to yell at her. Not one jeer or taunt when it was obvious she was not giving chase. A half-dozen boys. From the North Shore projects. She kept walking. Was halfway across the pitch when the object tethered to the fence began to take shape, began to occupy time and space and become a thing defined. She stopped fifteen feet short of the object. The shadows fell across her, not in the pattern of chain-link, but as two large intersecting lines. She stared up at the fence and found herself wishing she had chased those boys. Excerpted from Cape Diamond by Ron Corbett All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.