Sacred audiobook

For most people getting hired by a billionaire and paid a huge sum of money to do a job that includes going to sunny Florida via private jet would be a career highlight. Of course, Patrick Kenzie and Angie Gennaro aren’t most people so readers of this series know things will go badly. Hell, I’m surprised their plane didn't crash.Patrick and Angie are still recovering from the events in the previous book. Their detective agency is closed for business, and they’re spending most of their time ‘going to movies, talking in circles, and drinking’. That changes when a dying billionaire insists on hiring them to find his missing daughter.Trevor Stone’s wife was killed in a botched car jacking, he was crippled in the attack and then found out that he had a terminal cancer. His daughter, Desiree, had already been grieving because of the drowning death of an old boy friend. She was deeply depressed by all the tragedies around her before she vanished, and he’s offering a small fortune to have her found before he dies.The money is nice, but Patrick and Angie have another reason for taking the job. Another detective, Jay Becker, had worked the case, but he also disappeared. Jay is a friend of theirs, and he's also the guy who trained Patrick on detective work. The trail leads to a shady grief counseling group linked to a religious cult, and then to Florida, but things are never what they seem while looking for Desiree and Jay. Lehane had really figured it all out by this third book. In the first book, he let the smart-ass private eye-schtick get a little out of control, but in the second book the dark violence got the upper hand. By Sacred, Lehane has a firm grip on the wheel and a light touch on the accelerator. The book is serious and the violence is grim, but it doesn’t overwhelm the story. There’s a lot of humor, but it never seems out of place or ruins the tension. The central plot is puzzling, but not frustrating. He also deepens the relationship between Patrick and Angie.Plus, we get a scene with Bubba Rogowski and a blow torch. Who wouldn’t want to read that?

Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.Everyone is suspect. Everyone is suspect. It was starting to become my mantra. It goes without saying that I'm a picky little shit. I have rules upon rules, and I turn down rec after rec from friends because I am just that critical. It's not because I don't trust my friends...it's more than that. Imagine knowing precisely what you want. And when you find it, your eyes light up and your heart goes into overdrive, and you feel lighter than air-You know that, without a doubt, this book will be perfect for you. And, I'll tell ya, it's a long, drawn out process for me. It is. So, when my friend said I'd love this, I tried it...but didn't particularly fall for the first book. Once again, my perspective of prior events was reshaping, transmogrifying, reinventing itself until I felt increasingly stupid for ever trusting my initial instincts.This case, I swear. It was good, sure. I loved the main characters, of course. But the story itself? I found it lacking-Not because it wasn't well-written...it was. But, the things they had to investigate bored me a tad and I wasn't fully engrossed in the story-I didn't get the obsession, is my point. It was a typical first book with intros type deal. So, without further adieu (Meaning I asked first if the second was better, shut up) I tried the second book. "Mr. Stone, you said you'd heard we had the two qualities you were looking for most.""Yes.""One was honesty. What's the other?""I heard you were relentless," he said as he stepped into the study. "Utterly relentless." A stalker/serial-killer story, deep, meaningful relationships between Patrick, Angie, and their friends growing, and the atmosphere becoming darker, eerier, creepier...I was like a moth to a flame. So, it goes without saying that I was super excited for book three. But, and don't judge me, I am seriously addicted to the serial killer books and was a little put out that wasn't in this story. I know, admit me to a hospital now. But it really and truly says something when the story isn't centered around what I want...but becomes everything I could ever need. I turned to Angie. "How you doing?""My wrists hurt and so does my head.""Otherwise?""I'm generally in a foul mood."I looked back into the light. "We're in a foul mood.""I'd assume so.""Fuck you," I said. Plot: While not as cutthroat as book two, I was still 100% satisfied. Angie and Patrick don't want to take any cases-they are laying low following the devastating events following the serial killer's reign of terror. The darkness was eating at them, so they decided it was time to figure out what was important. And that's all fine and good...until someone approaches them in a way they can't refuse. Now, even though this case seemed mild, it became almost my favorite. Now, no, wait up, not over my serial killer fetish-Don't fret. This case allowed for Angie and Patrick to explore their relationship and dig deeper and focus on, yes I know I've said it, what's important. I just think that the details of this case helped to highlight the best parts of what make Angie and Patrick, well...Angie and Patrick. I got to see why everyone loved them not only separately, but together, and I loved it. There isn't much I can say that I disliked about this story. "I'd say that's a clue," I said."Big or small?""Depends whether you measure by width or length."I got a good dope-slap for that on the way out the door. The Mystery: I touched base on it above, but I just wanted to zero in on the fact that it wasn't as simple or mundane as I had first imagined. It was underhanded, crazy, and wholly addicting...I couldn't put this book down to save my life...and this shocked me. When the door closed behind them, I said, "Heel, Walter. Roll over, Walter.""Poor Walter," Angie said as we reached the elevator bank."Poor Walter. Please. Could you have been any more breathy by the way?""Breathy?""'Sex months,'" I said in my best Marilyn Monroe voice."I didn't say 'sex.' I said 'six.' And I wasn't that breathy.""Whatever you say, Norma Jean." The Characters: I adored Patrick before, but I fell even harder for him in this one-his humor, his wit, his personality...He was absolutely intoxicating. And, even more than that, I fell in love with Angie in this one, too. She hasn't been a favorite of mine just yet, but I always liked her. But, in this one, she shined just like Patrick. Each page put a smile on my face (Well, except for the murder investigation, hmm?) and a ray of sunshine through my heart. Even Bubba had me smiling ear-to-ear, and Nelson, no matter how small their part. Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended. Overall? This is a definite contender for favorite of the series. It's hard to explain, but I loved books two and three for totally different reasons. And, if I had to choose, yeah, I guess I would read this one more on an 'over and over' basis, if only to smile from ear to ear at Patrick and Angie's antics. While 2 is probably my favorite for the plot (darkness, helplessness, never quite putting my finger on whodunnit, and the bone-chilling revelations that made me shiver long after each eerie scene), book three is my favorite for the characters. They shine and they do what they do best, and not once was I bored. That's saying something for such long books. "It bugs you.""A bit. It doesn't feel right."She leaned back in her chair. "We in the trade call that feeling a 'hunch.'"I bent over my notes, pen in hand. "How do you spell that? With an 'h,' right?" So, you know, shocking right? I am in love with yet another series. And damn it all to hell, I'm not finding anything else I want to read in-between. Ain't that just the bitch of it? So, anyway, whenever I move onto book four, I will put my big girl pants on...because from what I hear? Shit's about to get real messy...and sad. Very, very sad. I'm ready, book! I looked up at the sky, such a rich dark shade of blue it seemed artificial. That was something else I'd been noticing down here: This state-so ripe and lush and colorful-seemed fake in comparison with its uglier counterparts up north.There's something ugly about the flawless. For more of my reviews, please visit: *************************Well...no sense lying about it...I've officially went into fangirl mode. Alert the media.Review to come.

Patrick and Angie discover that they are being followed, but they underestimate their stalkers and they get kidnapped. "Luckily" for them, it's just a dying billionaire that wants to hire them to find his daughter before he dies. And they feel for him, especially Angie and agree to take the case. What could go wrong, it's just a missing person case? Of course, nothing is as it seems and this missing case turned out to be a much bigger case than they had bargained for and as usual, they just can't seem to catch a break and this case just like the last one will take a toll on them.This book was not as intense as the last one, still good, but just not exceptionally good. But the final confrontation and Patrick and Angie's way of delivering justice were great. There are twists and turns in the story and that is as always great, I love reading books where nothing is as it seems.

The writing flows fast with thrilling scenes and narrative.

Sacred is the 3rd entry in the Kenzie/Gennaro series, and the tone was lighter and more mild than in Darkness Take My Hand, didn't feel as dark or gritty, still wildly entertaining however!This time Kenzie and Gennaro, (who are still recovering from their horrifying ordeal at the conclusion of Darkness Take My Hand) are approached by millionaire businessman Trevor Stone who is dying of cancer, and he hires them to track down his missing daughter, who has disappeared without a trace, not only that, but the previous detective that Stone hired to find her, has disappeared as well. Kenzie and Gennaro search through not only Boston, but take to the sunny state of Florida, where she and the detective were last heard from. But as Kenzie and Gennaro move deeper into the investigation, it appears things aren't as they seem, and not knowing who they can trust, they are drawn into something far more deadly and personal than a missing person's case.A great addition to the series, Kenzie and Gennaro become more romantically involved with each other in this one, and though 2 half's of the story take place in Boston like all of Lehane's books, 1 half takes place in Florida which I thought was pretty cool! A great mystery from beginning to end!

There’s something ugly about the flawless..Following the events of Darkness, Take My Hand, Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro have shuttered their agency and have begun to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. A year has passed when they’re approached (and by approached, I mean drugged and tossed in the back of a van) by an ailing man desperate to find his missing daughter. The pair are hesitant to accept but when enticed by a hefty sum of cash, it becomes an offer they cannot refuse.Sacred takes Kenzie and Gennaro down the coastline to sunny, balmy Florida as they investigate a case with more twists and turns than a tangled slinky. Seriously, this one is all over the place. I’ve seen a few folks mention that Lehane plays on Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep with regards to the plot and I can absolutely see that. Like Marlowe, Patrick and Angie more or less fall into things as time progresses, playing their cards close to the chest and not having to do a whole lot of detective work outside of putting boots on the ground and knocking on doors.During the first two novels, Kenzie and Gennaro certainly took their lumps and Sacred is no different. The duo are beaten and roughed up badly during the story, to the point where a doctor advises Patrick that he start having kids now as he shouldn’t expect a long life. Can’t say I blame the doctor though. Hard to anticipate your golden years when you’re constantly avoiding bullets and breaking bones on a regular basis.It’s going to be tough to top Darkness, Take My Hand and although I found Sacred to be not as strong as its predecessor, I still tore through it relatively quickly. Unfortunately, there are only six novels in the whole series, so this series is going to be over a hell of a lot sooner than I’d like.

A great series to star from the beginning - and then just keep on going ! The 3rd in the series and I enjoyed it very much!

I read a lot in the mystery genre, and I have learned to appreciate most of the formulas that go into building a decent thriller. The problem, though, with formula is that it makes for a generally predictable storyline. In a run-of-the-mill thriller, you can often spot who the femme fatale character is, or who among the list of suspects is the next to be "unexpectedly" murdered, or (in some cases) even who the killer is from the beginning. Dennis Lehane doesn't write run-of-the-mill thrillers. Lehane writes suspenseful novels in which the formula for a good mystery is so well-hidden, it's almost like he's not using a formula. Of course, he is, but he is one of those rare mystery writers who has the literary flair for constructing a plot so well that it seems to have an organic flow, as if Lehane is just following his characters along for the ride, waiting to see where they end up. "Sacred" is one of the books in his series featuring the private eye team of Patrick Kenzie and Angie Gennaro. I'm not sure where it falls in the timeline. I know it takes place after "Gone Baby Gone" (adapted into an exceptionally well-done movie starring Casey Affleck, Ed Harris, and Morgan Freeman). Not that it matters, as they all work as stand-alone novels. In this one, Kenzie and Gennaro are hired by a mysterious rich man who wants them to find his missing daughter and the other private investigator he hired to find her. Both mysteriously disappeared, seemingly out of the blue. Kenzie and Gennaro soon realize that nothing about this case is as it seems. From page one, this book will suck you in, and you won't be able to put it down. You also probably won't piece together what the hell is going on until the last chapter. If you've never read Lehane, it doesn't matter where you start. Pick up any one of his novels, and you'll see what great mystery writing is all about.

Why couldn't have they made this into a movie?For the record, I've not watched Gone, Baby, Gone but I do plan to after I read the book version first. But reading and finishing this book, there were a ton of twists that actually felt organic, to the point where I could almost see this as an old-school Batman mystery story doing the exact same thing (and if anybody reading this as a representative of Mr. Lehane, at least let him know that I'd be willing to buy a Dennis Lehane Batman story from my book store if he wrote one.)Now for my argument of why this should have been a movie, it shows the dark side of a family that's also clever enough to deceive people, and they were even smart enough to almost deceive Kenzie and Gennaro. But the one thing that prevented them from being deceived was Kenzie's unrequited love for Gennaro.I don't know when I'm going to get into Gone, Baby, Gone on account of me being very busy lately, but I do know that I am going to enter the dark tunnel of the roller coaster and I'm gonna make sure my seatbelt is tight enough for the ride.

Angie and Patrick have more or less given up detective work after a shootout that left them physically and mentally scarred when they are kidnapped by Trevor Stone, an immensely wealthy man, dying of cancer, who wants them to find his daughter Desiree who has disappeared along with Patrick’s mentor, Jay Becker, another Boston detective.As with most good stories, the ostensible is rarely part of the outcome. This one truly has a plot built on shifting sands. Take nothing for granted.I liked the sarcasm and occasional wit. I’m always far more impressed with authors whose characters work out a solution that doesn’t involve knocking someone on the head. Show me some intelligence and cleverness and I’ll be a fan. This third in the series has some typical over-the-top violence, but I liked the nifty cerebral elements, particularly the way they solved the dilemma in the end.