Summary (from Goodreads):
“Three generations torn apart–by bullets fired fifty years ago.
Philadelphia, 1965: Two street cops–one black, one white–are gunned down in a corner bar. One of the fallen officers, Stan Walczak, leaves behind a 12-year-old boy, Jimmy.
Philadelphia, 1995: Homicide detective Jim Walczak learns that his father’s alleged killer, Terrill Lee Stanton, has been sprung from prison. Jim stalks the ex-con, hoping to finally learn the truth.
Philadelphia, 2015: Jim’s daughter Audrey, a forensic science student, re-opens her grandfather’s murder for a research paper. But as Audrey digs deeper, she comes to realize that Stanton probably didn’t pull the trigger–and her father may have made a horrible mistake…”
This is the 150th book I’ve read this year, and it is by far the best I’ve read this year. I’ve read a lot of fantastic books, but if you’re only going to read one, it should be this one.
As further backstory, I’ve loved Duane Swierczynski’s books for years and every time I get a chance to read a new one, I am very excited. He’s one of the authors where I know that a five star read is guaranteed. This is his best book yet.
This story covers three generations of the same family, and spans from the 1960s through today (well, technically last year). There are a lot of parallels between the 1960s segments and now—riots and racial unrest—but even beyond that, this novel is…there are actually no words to do it justice. “Gripping” doesn’t even come close.
To put it simply, if you like novels about family secrets, police investigations, racial unrest, deeply flawed people or even just amazing books, this is for you.