Some collect rare books, some collect souvenirs of their victims, I collect model cars (my model car collecting blog)
Whether they realized it or not, everyone was a collector of some sort. A lot of people migrated to the ordinary end of the spectrum, collecting stamps, coins and books. Then there were those who accumulated broken hearts or sexual conquests. … at the far end of the continuum, Roger Seagraves collected personal items from people he’d murdered…
This is the second novel about the Camel Club, I haven’t read the first and though it may flesh out the characters more, it is not necessary to read the previous book to enjoy this one. The Camel Club is a group of four civilian sleuthing misfits led by “Oliver Stone” a former CIA assassin.
The story starts with the death of a librarian in the Rare Books Room of the Library of Congress, seemingly the victim of a heart attack, his colleague Caleb of the Camel Club isn’t so sure. The US Speaker of the House is assassinated and the Camel Club think there could be a connection.
As the body count rises (I didn’t keep a tally, Emma!) the team are joined by Annabelle Conroy, a con artist fresh from an ingenious con in Atlantic City, who brings a charismatic new dimension to the team.
The book is a page turner, I haven’t read the first book of the series but I’ll be looking out for the third (“Stone Cold”).