Looks like I picked
the wrong week to quit smoking.
—Steve McCroskey, Airplane!
After a particularly bad murder investigation (alluded to
but never out-and-out spoiled), investigator-turned-prison-chaplain John Jordan
goes to a secluded retreat centre, St. Ann’s Abbey, in the town of Bridgeport.
His previous adventures have left him shaken, his marriage is a shambles, and
he now wishes nothing more than to regain his inner peace of mind. He sure
picked a wrong week to try, as he finds himself in the thick of a murder
investigation in Michael Lister’s Blood
Sacrifice.
This is my first encounter with author Michael Lister, but I
don’t think this is a series that needs to be read in order. There were
allusions to things that happened in other cases, and although I would probably
appreciate these allusions more if I knew what they were alluding to, it isn’t a vital part of the book,
nor was it spoiler-happy about previous entries in the series. And, as
mysteries go, Blood Sacrifice has got
one or two really good ideas at its core.
