Robert Crais is my favorite author these days. His Elvis Cole and Joe Pike novels read like nine-hour action movies. I usually listen to them on audiobook, but I’ll occasionally read them the old fashion way as well. In Indigo Slam, Elvis Cole, the self-proclaimed world’s greatest detective, is hired by three young kids to find their missing father. At first Elvis considers calling Social Services and having the state take care of the kids, but then Elvis discovers that the kids are in a whole hurt of trouble with the Russian mob and that they’re father isn’t what he appears. Meanwhile, Elvis’s girlfriend Lucy is making arrangements to take a job in LA to be close to Elvis, but Lucy’s ex-husband is playing hardball. This novel was written before The Last Detective, which deals more with Lucy’s husband and the lengths he’ll go to to maintain control over his wife and son. So if you haven’t read either, read Indigo Slam first.
What I respect most about Crais is how much research he does for each of his novels. In Indigo, Crais delves deep into the particulars of a certain type of crime (one I won’t divulge here) and the federal agency responsible for stopping it. It’s fascinating. That’s what’s great about Crais. You can be entertained and educated at the same time. Granted, it’s always crime education, how bad people do what they do. But hey, it’s learning.
