Dirty

For a state to function properly, you need a certain kind of ethics. A code of what is proper, acceptable, and what is not. The police corps will uphold that code. But what do you do when police officers are not upholding these ethics. What if they do everything the code forbids just in order to make some more money, have some more power. What if they don't give a sh*t about whose hurt in the process, even if that includes their own colleagues?

That is the interesting line J.D. Robb took in the latest book I read about Eve Dallas called "Treachery in death". This time it is not about murdering rich boys or jealous partners, no, this time it is about cops on the wrong side of the line. And of course our Eve is furious about it. Because they go against everything that she stands for: honour, dignity, protection of the innocent and your word. So when Peabody comes to her with a report on crooked cops, she takes it very serious. And heads on a collision course to bring them down.
Of course in the end she succeeds. That is hardly out of the question. How tough it may seem, our Eve always, and I mean always, saves the day. There isn't a case she does not close. At least, that is what Robb wants us to believe. And Eve is good at what she does. Luckily, she also runs a good squad, has the ear of the commander and married a loaded billionaire who can get things done on the shadier sides of the law. Little things that make life a whole lot easier.

So does this count for me as a very good book? No, probably not. It is fun to read, the plot is convincing and the time spent is relaxing. But good? No, this is not a Nobel prize winning book. Not that this would stop me from reading any of Eve Dallas' adventures. I tried "Wolf hall" by Hilary Mantel last year. It won the 2009 Man Booker prize. Although it won prizes, and a lot of people praise it and it sets in one of my favourite historic times – Tudor England – it could not gripe me. In fact, I didn't like it at all. I haven't even finished it and it just stands on my bookshelf. Luckily I bought it at an Oxfam bookstore for just ₤3 so not much is lost. And maybe I give it another try sometimes. So, wining prices is – in my book – not synonym with a good book. And if I want something with a nice plot, a couple of nice characters and some entertaining, I just read about Eve Dallas.

As finish, I would like to give you this quote. Or as Eve would say 'some very creative and varied use of the word fuck.' So remember, these are not my words, and the bad guy was apprehended:
    
'Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.'

And with that nice bombshell, I will leave you. Bye bye.