In Bite Me, wise cracking, back slapping, wrong thinking PI Dev Haskell has just landed his dream job, providing security for people who don’t need it in the first place. That all changes once someone shoots at them in broad daylight. Things quickly fly out of control and Dev suddenly finds himself under the police microscope, literally tied up in a relationship and dodging a growing pile of bodies that all seem to be linked to him.
Review: This book starts out with the main character (I hesitate to call him a hero – he’s pretty smarmy) attempting to evade the swings of a knife. A large knife. In the back of my mind, I’m hoping the knife wielder is a woman. Why? Merely because I’m a woman who’s wanted to swing a knife or two in my lifetime. I was only halfway rewarded. The wielder was, in fact, a woman but she also turned out to be a little… well, not quite sane.
Devlin Haskell does turn out to be a hero, of sorts, but he’s a sort of hero who’s just out to save his own skin. He’s what you might call a good-guy-slash-con-artist-slash-BS-artist. Lies spill out of his mouth smooth as melted butter. He’s a private investigator who pays no attention to the facts of the case he’s being given, and that gets him charged with murder. Which he then has to investigate himself since everyone else wants to put him away – no matter the charges.
This is the sort of book you read when you feel like the world is against you and you need to know it’s not. It’s good for more than a few chuckles and a lot of “oh-no-he-di-uhnt”s.