Oh my God, not another family of pestilence pots!
And, yes, they’re barreling right toward you, without a thought of social distancing.
They put everybody at risk, by wrongly thinking they are immune, and not worrying that their children may be carriers (or become infected themselves).
Perhaps a restriction on “family hours” would help. Meanwhile, we can’t give them the peace sign, because they’re ignoring the health of the citizens of Planet Earth.
V.I. Warshawski is a Chicago lawyer-turned-P.I., with a social conscience as well as detective skills. She embarks on chilling adventures as she investigates violent crimes that are often linked to corporate corruption. V.I. is far from ladylike: she goes running with her two big dogs, which she shares with her 90-year-old neighbor, is an amateur climber, and seems to know everything about street fighting and guns. Paretsky’s descriptions of V.I’s legwork, risky interventions, and investigations of the rich and powerful will transport you completely into this well-plotted mystery.
In the opening chapter, V.I. and her goddaughter, Bernie, a university soccer star, encounter a homeless woman who is playing a haunting song on a toy piano. Bernie recognizes this woman as Lydia Zamir, a classically-trained musician whose songs about social issues were very popular wth the young, until Lydia disappeared four years ago after her Latino husband was killed in a mass massacre at a music festival in Kansas.
V.I. connects Lydia’s plight to two murders and the redevelopment of a park on the South side of Chicago. V.I. also takes a dangerous trip to Kansas, Lydia’s birthplace, after Lydia disappears a second time. Plain, brisk writing, and an unputdownable plot.
If you have other P.I. novels to recommend, I want to know!