Summary (from Goodreads):
“Brady Hartsfield, perpetrator of the Mercedes Massacre, where eight people were killed and many more were badly injured, has been in the Traumatic Brain Injury Clinic for five years, in a vegetative state. According to his doctors, anything approaching a complete recovery is unlikely. But behind the drool and stare, Brady is awake, and in possession of deadly new powers that allow him to wreak unimaginable havoc without ever leaving his hospital room.
Retired police detective Bill Hodges, the unlikely hero of Mr. Mercedes and Finders Keepers, now runs an investigation agency with his partner, Holly Gibney, who delivered the blow to Hartsfield’s head that put him on the brain injury ward. Brady also remembers that. When Bill and Holly are called to a murder-suicide with ties to the Mercedes Massacre, they find themselves pulled into their most dangerous case yet, one that will put not only their lives at risk, but those of Hodges’s friend Jerome Robinson and his teenage sister, Barbara. Because Brady Hartsfield is back, and planning revenge not just on Bill Hodges and his friends, but on an entire city.
In End of Watch, Stephen King brings the Hodges trilogy to a sublimely terrifying conclusion, combining the detective fiction of Mr. Mercedes and Finders Keepers with the supernatural suspense that has been his trademark. The result is an unnerving look at human vulnerability and up-all-night entertainment.”
There are seriously no words for how excited I was for this book. I loved the first two books and was very excited (and terrified) to see how Brady Hartsfield’s story would play out. (Yes, it’s just as much Bill Hodges’ story, but I was more interested in Brady because best/worst villain EVER.)
Unlike Finders Keepers (the second book), this one centered around Bill and Brady. (I loved Finders Keepers; in many ways, it was my favorite of the trilogy, but I was happy to get back to the main characters from Mr. Mercedes.)
I very much enjoyed this book. As with any of Stephen King’s books, there were a lot of chills and a not-small amount of laughs. (More chills than laughs, though, which suits me fine.)
You already know if you want to read this; you’ve hopefully already read it.