Ah, gentle reader, although this is a signed copy of James R. Wilder’s latest novel from last year, I did not get it personally inscribed at his book signing as I had something else going on at the time. Which is just as well, and probably for the better. When I attended the book signing for Death in Dittmer, I brought my beautiful wife along and then proceeded to spend an hour and a half standing there and talking with the author as the poor girl starved–I failed to see her behind the author table making time to go gestures, and she then sat in the car for a bit and was about to walk to a restaurant herself when I finally emerged from the book store. Well, I certainly avoided that this time. Although I do not see a Good Book Hunting report that mentions this book–my purchases at ABC Books have been very intermittent and small in scope of late–I am pretty sure I bought this about Christmas time last year. And it took me almost half a year to read it mostly because it was lost in the stacks until I gathered books by the handful from one particular shelf for vacation this year and it was there by chance.
Unlike the previous books, this book does not pick up the moment after the last ended, which is for the better for readers who get them out of order.
In it, the Chief of Police from Hillsboro, with whom Chet Harbison (of the “A Harbison Mystery” Harbisons) has butt heads in past books, is found dead under a covered bridge, mangled almost beyond recognition. His sergeant the bully expects to be made the chief of police instead. The Hillsboro sergeant friend of Chet, recently busted to corporal, are injured in a botched bank robbery, and the bully sergeant appears to beat Chet’s deputy friend Pete who has just taken down the inside man on the bank job. As Chet investigates, he finds that the police chief was not the war hero he portrayed himself as and is living a double life with a second wife. Meanwhile, the first wife and her cousin (some saphostry involved) are eager to get the insurance money and pressure the sheriff to find them innocent of suspicion. And as Chet (and crew) investigate, they find that someone in town was involved in planning the bank robbery, someone who knew the police chief often spent Wednesday nights away from Hillsboro with his second wife. Suspicion on the murder falls upon the brother of a local butcher, a ne’er-do-well who has disappeared with the brother’s truck. The ending resolves with a not unexpected twist and ultimate justice implied in an epilogue.
A pleasant read, but not without typos. I offered to proofread for him in 2023, but he thought I was offering expensive professional services. I should reach out to him and tell him I’ll do it for an advance copy of the book and maybe a retconned mention in the book.
Of course, I enjoy these books a little more because I lived in northwestern Jefferson County from seventh grade through high school and a little beyond, so I’m familiar with towns he mentions. In this book, for instance, he mentions that Chet meets Hillsboro town officials at the Russell House. Ah, gentle reader, I “just” ate at the Russell House myself (wherein “just” means in 2021 as part of our Desoto vacation). So little tidbits like that are especially meaningful and part of the reason I enjoy these books maybe more than comparable works.
