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Book Review: Bad Doctor

    Hey, everyone. Tonight I finished an interesting novel. It is titled Bad Doctor and it is written by John Locke. The title is a bit of a misnomer because Doctor Gideon Box is a very good doctor. He is, however, a very bad person. To start with, Doctor Box kills people. That is, if you enter his hospital, after incurring his wrath, you won't leave there alive. He doesn't get even, he gets more than even.
    Secondly, he is the greatest heart surgeon in the world. He operates on the most hopeless cases and the stress makes him do really odd things. By thrill-seeking he relieves his stress. He breaks in strangers' houses and assumes their identities. He goes to clubs and does odd things. He operates on people wherever he takes the notion, like a parking lot, for instance. He lies, a lot. He pays people off, is blackmailed and does numerous other things too rough to mention on a 'G' rated blog.
    In this book, Gideon steals the identity of a man and goes to a club where he becomes involved with a worker. Actually, two women. He pays them a lot of money, then robs them at gunpoint. Then, when he decides to give the money back, he is captured, beaten and kidnapped by the boyfriend of one of the ladies, a girl known as Willow Breeland.
     He is locked in the trunk of his rental car and driven to a farm to be killed. The two girls have a falling out with the psycho, drug addict boyfriend. Doctor Box survives the encounter but people are shot, one girl dies after Gideon operates on her, in the yard, no less. To make matters even more severe, Gideon has a chance to be named for the murder of a young woman he has never seen. The home he had broken into earlier is broken into again by men who have been hired to kill the lady of the house. This is particularly disturbing since Gideon's prints are on certain items. The nightclub lady named Willow decides to run a con on the good doctor concerning all this.
     Don't worry about the fact that I have revealed so much of the plot because there are many more twists. Let me warn you that there is adult language and situations in this book and that there are some parts that are rather gross. I will say that the book is a very good one. It leaves you with a bit of a mystery about Dr. Box's new nurse. Who in the heck is this lady and what sort of child is she intending to raise? How did she know, years before the child was even conceived, that it would require a dangerous operation?
     John Locke is a free-wheeling, bizarre plot-weilding guy. He rocks, he rolls, he writes. Grab this one for $2.99, if you like.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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