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Book Review: I, Michael Bennett

    Hey, everyone. I have been reading a good book by James Patterson. Patterson is always on the bestseller lists, it seems, but somehow I have never read one of his books until now. I have watched two movies about his character, Alex Cross. After reading I, Michael Bennett, I may go back and read all his stuff. Let me give you the recipe for this novel.
     Michael Bennett is a New York Police Detective. His wife is deceased but he has a lot of kids. He has a live-in nanny by the name of Mary Catherine. He also has a live-in Catholic priest called Shamus.
    As our story opens, Mike is part of a task force that is trying to put a Mexican drug lord in jail. The dude's name is Perrine and he is a rough hombre. He has a very dangerous woman working for him. Her name is Marietta and she is a stone killer. During the arrest of Perrine, Marietta kills Bennett's friend, Hughie McDonough. She is a lethal, long, tall drink of tequila.
    While arresting Perrine, Mike has the opportunity to kill the drug lord, but doesn't. He will have cause to regret that decision, when Perrine commissions a hit on the detective's two oldest sons. Perrine is especially sore at Mike because A) Mike arrested him and B) Mike broke his nose.
     Even from his jail cell, Perrine is manipulating everybody. He offers Mike $250,000,000 to help him escape. No dice, says the detective. So, Perrine has his underlings start killing two cops every day until such a time as he is released. It is war between the drug lord and the N.Y.P.D.
     This book starts out a little slow, but if you hang in there with it, I believe you will agree with me that it is a 4 stars out of 5, and maybe a little better than that. If crime novels are your thing, you won't be disappointed.
    I'm CE Wills.
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