The Next One Will Kill You by Neil S. Plakcy

The Next One Will Kill You by Neil S. Plakcy

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Blurb

If newly-minted special agent Angus Green is going to make it to a second case, he’s going to need to survive the first one. 

Angus wants a job with adventure, so after graduating with his master’s degree in accounting he completes the FBI’s academy at Quantico and is assigned to the Miami field office, where the caseload includes smugglers, drug runners, and gangs, but he starts out stuck behind a desk, an accountant with a badge and gun. 

Eager to raise some extra money for his college student brother, he enters a strip trivia contest at a gay bar in Fort Lauderdale. But when he’s caught with his pants down by a couple of fellow agents, he worries that his career is about to crash. Instead, as the office’s only openly gay agent, he’s recruited to find a missing informant with a reputation as “gay for pay.” 

It’s his first real case, and it takes him from the glitter of South Beach to the morgue on a desperate chase to catch a gang of criminals with their tentacles in everything from medical fraud to pill mills to jewel theft. As every twist in the case leads to more mayhem, the street quickly teaches him that the only way to face a challenge is to assume that he’ll survive this one–that it’ll be the next one that will kill him.

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Review

This is everything I want in a book.

It had murder – and an amazing FBI agent who legitimately cared about the deceased, despite the undocumented status of said deceased person. It had a sexy badass accountant – not to say we’re not all badasses and sexy, but you know what I mean. No one ever – *ever* – writes books about how sexy us accountant types are.

The plot was exciting from beginning to end, so exciting that it kept me awake long past my bedtime. I did not care. The plot included potential terrorist threats, a heist, a stoner roommate, a younger brother in trouble, two big burly “mentor” agents, and a sweet older guy from Boston who kind of goes along for the ride.

(If I had to pick at one thing from the story to complain about, and it’s a minor thing, it’s that no one in Boston is as nice as Tom and is that sober. Not to strangers, and certainly not to law enforcement. Even if they’re wearing Thin Blue Line gear. But like I said, that’s only if I have to pick something to complain about. I loved this book so much it’s hard to think of anything.)

The one thing this book is not is a romance. There are a couple of romantic hints to it, but Angus’ thing with Lester isn’t a main component of the plot or even a significant subplot. Nor should it be – while I liked them together, I felt like trying to squeeze a proper romance into this much book would have been too much. Angus and Lester were exactly what they should have been.

Buy this book. I’m going to go off and buy the rest of the series, and then I’m going to find a way to kill time between now and when it’s considered seemly to review the next book.