
Broken Prey is another novel in the Lucas Devenport series by prolific thriller writer, John Sandford, and is pretty compelling in spite of this being one of the more gruesome entries into the canon.
I do not usually listen to audiobooks, but I made an exception here. Richard Perrone is the reader for this one and is does pretty well.
Lucas Davenport gets called out to a case where a young woman was scourged, raped, and killed. A few weeks later, a man is found in much the same condition with his young son also murdered. A suspect is identified early, and clues lead Davenport and his team to mental health prison where a very unusually grotesque trio of killers may have an important link to these murders. As Davenport delves deeper into the hunt, he finds that this hunt may have more red herrings and complications than even he can anticipate. He has to determine if a psychotic named Charlie Pope is more devious than thought or if there is another more malevolent mind behind the terror.
The plot twists are actually pretty clever in this one, but the violence and foul language was almost more than I can tolerate at times, and I have a pretty high threshold for that sort of thing in my taste of literature. I have not read much of Sandford’s works, but with what I have consumed so far, it seems that Davenport sure gets injured more seriously than many of the other series protagonists that I follow. Davenport does come off as a bit cleverer and more formidable in this one than I have noticed in the few I have read before. He does display an admirable amount of grit in spite of taking some pretty serious knocks.
Ferrone is an interesting enough reader. There is nothing too extraordinary about his contribution, but he gets the job done. His efforts to emulate female characters is a little amusing as well as distracting, but he can’t really help that.
If one can stomach the gratuitous gore and sexual depravity of the killer, it’s actually a pretty compelling plot.
There are some moments of humor involving Davenport’s sudden interest in compiling his list of greatest rock songs that sort of pop up from nowhere. That helped ease the tension of the horrific scenes at times.
Anyway, it is an intriguing story, and Davenport manages to grab my interest a bit more than in previous forays into this series. It did keep my interest for the most part, even if I had to suffer through some pretty graphic descriptions of complete depravity. Ferrone was a solid choice as narrator.
This isn’t the most noteworthy of literary efforts, but it may just be better than previous samples of Sandford’s works.








