A SUPERB CRIME NOVEL. GRIPPING FROM START TO FINISH.
'And so proceeds Enrique's THE BLUE CRIMES and the manner in which he places Ethan Bush and team in the resolution of crime is tense, suspenseful, and at all times involving. This is quality mystery writing by a voice new to most of us - a welcome addition to the thriller genre'
Grady Harp, TOP-100 Reviewer/ Hall of Fame/ Vine Voice
Two bodies found in a lagoon. A promising FBI special agent. A crime that occurred almost twenty years ago. A convoluted mystery novel that grabs you.
If you enjoyed novels like 'The Silence of the Lambs' or TV series as 'Twin Peaks' or 'True Detective'... this is the story that you have been waiting for.
FROM CHAPTER I
I had a new challenge to face and there was a lot at stake. My first case had been closed with a thunderous triumph: I'd been able to profile a serial murderer that was tormenting the citizens of the decadent city of Detroit for months. Initially, the detectives on the different cases had not been able to make the links between them and the records sat among hundreds of swollen archives in the city with the highest crime rate in the United States. And it was to here, that my new boss, Peter Wharton, Director of the Unit of Analysis of Conduct from the FBI headquarters in Quantico, had sent me. He trusted me mainly for two reasons: my impeccable academic record, including being top of my class in Psychology at Stanford University; and my remarkable deductive ability, tested dozens of times by himself personally during my training using detailed cases based on real events. I didn't let him down. After several weeks of hard work, I not only managed to create a criminal profile with a 92% match, but also to define his operating areas and pinpoint where he most likely lived. In three months we'd managed to catch a monster that had swept away no less than 21 innocent souls. On my return to Washington, not only many of my colleagues welcomed me as a hero, but Peter also started to see me as confirmation of the new generation of special Deputies emerging from Quantico. My success, undeniably, was due in large part to him and therefore it also belonged to him. Only six months has passed since then. Half a year of resting on my laurels, enjoying the heaven earned, observing the action from the sidelines, extending my training and evaluating cases, the solution to which I already knew beforehand in the majority of cases; a comfortable and easy life. But nothing is forever. The comfortable jet was taking me over 600 miles per hour and at more than 40,000 feet in altitude, closer to an uncertain fate that would mark my future: a new success would open the doors to the fastest elevators in the FBI; a failure would cause doubts in my abilities and until another new challenge, nobody would be certain whether I, Ethan Bush, was a genius who had a forgivable lapse or, whether I was a complete waste of space who got lucky once.
