Life is never easy for Jack Daniels and in this second book in the series, it just gets a little weirder.
I like this series. It's hard to describe why. It's much bloodier than a cozy, which is what I usually read and yet, it's light. It is somewhat reminiscent of Stephanie Plum and yet quite different. It's a police procedural with humour. It's a bit of a whodunit but this particular book tells you whodunit about halfway through. Jack's personal life plays in very heavily. Even writing about it sounds like a jumble of discordant elements and yet, for me, it works really well. I should just stop trying to compartmentalize it.
Jack is once again on the track of a killer that seems to be taunting her personally. When her handcuffs turn up on a victim, it's definitely personal. But as in the first book, Whisky Sour, it's not just her professional life that's giving her fits. Her personal life has taken a strange turn. Jack finds out that her mother is sick and brings her to Chicago so she can keep an eye on her. Her mother's name happens to be Mary and she happens to be an ex-cop. I think any time you put an adult character's mother into the mix, you're going to come out with something interesting.
Just two books in and I'm already feel like I know Jack well. Even though it's bloodier than I care for, I'll be starting the next one in the series right away.