In Let It Burn, the 10th book in Steve Hamilton’s fine crime-novel series, McKnight returns to the once-great, now- dying metropolis, propelled by a nagging fear that in his last case there might have been a colossal mistake.
The action begins when McKnight’s old sergeant calls to give him a heads up that Darryl King, a young man they put away years ago for stabbing a woman to death, was about to be released.
McKnight decides to drive south to reconnect with his old buddies, including Arnie Bateman, the retired homicide detective who had been the lead investigator on the case.
At first, Bateman pooh-poohs McKnight’s misgivings about the King case, but unlike the stereotypical TV cops who always bridle at the suggestion that they could have been wrong about something, McKnight’s old mentor actually listens.
Soon, they both start nosing around.
McKnight drops in on King’s mother, who, instead of berating him for locking her son up, serves him chocolate cake. He enlists the help of old friend Janet Long, an FBI agent he’s still carrying a torch for. And eventually, he even meets up with Darryl.
But someone out there doesn’t like what Alex is doing, and before long, more people turn up dead.
Hamilton interrupts the narrative with occasional flashbacks about the original investigation, giving us a chance to see McKnight as a young husband and policeman, and to see Detroit when it was already in decline but before it turned into a wasteland.
The author’s depiction of the Detroit that McKnight now sees outside his car window, and of the way this makes him feel, is vivid and poignant.
McKnight eventually uncovers the terrible truth about the King case, of course, but only at an enormous cost to himself and several people he cares about. As the tense story unfolds, the action builds to a violent climax.
This beautifully crafted novel lives up to the standard fans have come to expect from one of the few writers to have ever been honored with two Edgar awards.