A researcher for a medical company called
Bioflux calls a journalist friend to tell him of an important
story and shortly afterwards is killed in a car crash in an
isolated spot near Seattle. The reporter visits the scientists
widow in equally remote Pryor, Colorado. The reporter and the
widow go way back - Lucy was Kevins girl until she went off
with scientist Carl. Plainly there is a secret involving Bioflux,
a secret which was being uncovered by Carl. Now its the duty
of Kevin and Lucy to finish the job. Into the mix is thrown the
corrupt warden of a penitentiary, in which TB tests - and worse -
have been conducted on the unwitting inmates; a female ex-con
desperate to ensure that her younger sister comes out of the
wardens pen relatively undamaged; hired assassins posing as
the FBI; the impact of Gulf War Syndrome; an elite conspiracy
which extends all the way to the vice-president (not Dick Cheney).
This may sound like a paranoid
bio-thriller - and to an extent Shot is just that - but
Jenny Silers third novel is grounded in the everyday and the
closely observed in a way which male thriller writers rarely
manage. In fact, the thriller apparatus of masked intruders, the
breaking-and-entering of hi-tech facilities, and sinister hit-men,
sometimes sits at a slightly uncomfortable angle to Silers
eye for the bleak landscape of the mid-west and her skill in
creating character. Not that she doesnt deliver the thrills.
But she is as interested in the flawed background to her central
trio: Kevin the reporter who lost his job after faking a story
about Mexican illegals; Lucy, whose marriage foundered following
the death of her baby (a death connected to Carls secret
work); and Darcy Williams, the tomboyish ex-con whose vulnerable
spot is her devotion to her sister Angie. In the end, though
justice is done and secrets come out, there is perhaps a slightly
perfunctory feel to the resolution to Shot. Overall this
is a satisfying and thoughtful read, illuminating rather more of
whats referred to the menace of the American dream
than we usually get in a conspiracy thriller.
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