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Burke returns to Louisiana’s New Iberia Parish and the late 1990s for a tangled tale that confronts private eye Clete Purcel with monsters in the present and spirits from the past. If only Clete hadn’t taken his Cadillac Eldorado to his old friend Eddy Durbin’s car wash, things would have been fine, or at least no worse than usual. Instead, he looks out his window and sees a trio of lowlifes who’ve broken into the car, dismantling its doors, clearly in a futile search for drugs they think have been stashed there under the aegis of Andy Durbin, Eddy’s kid brother. As Clete worries about the return of the wrecking crew, and especially of sneering antisemite Baylor Hemmings, a rising star in the New Rising militia, other complications pop up. Clara Bow, Clete’s neighbor, wants him to dig up evidence that will undermine her estranged husband Lauren Bow’s lawsuit against her over the Ponzi scheme they ran, then launches a production of the film Flags on the Bayou, which will sound awfully familiar to Burke’s fans. Winston “Sperm-O” Sellers, the Biloxi bondsman whom pole dancer Gracie Lamar kicked in the mouth when he grabbed at her ankle, is killed. So are ex-KKK auto mechanic Hap Armstrong and Eddy Durbin. Clete’s fight to the death with a heavily tattooed member of the wrecking crew climaxes with his vision of Joan of Arc, who seems to have killed Ink Man with a sniper rifle. The continuing presence of Joan deepens and blurs Clete’s hard-headed first-person voice, making it more and more like the ruminative voice of his old friend Dave Robicheaux, the franchise lead who gracefully settles into a supporting role here. Devils and saints wrestle in the mud of bayou country. Copyright © Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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