Book Review: A Particular Darkness (Katrina Williams #2) By Robert E. Dunn

Title: A Particular Darkness (Katrina Williams #2)

Author: Robert E. Dunn

Stars: 4 out of 5

Review:
This is not a stand Alone Novel. You will need to read the first one in the series to really understand the reasons for why the characters act and communicate the way they do.
Robert Dunn creates a world where people are flawed as normal humans. They are hurtful, angry and want to get back at the people who hurt them the most.
 Katrina is a very flawed characters who works hard to put the past behind her without working though the issues. answers she seeks.  The author paints Katrina PTSD and her use of  alcohol to deal with her demons. The PTSD is very vivid and readers will find themselves growing to care of Katrina and her future. 
The story starts off with a dead body which will hook readers though the twist and turns the story takes them though.
Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher Lyrical Underground Kensington Books for the advance copy

Synopsis:
DREDGING UP THE TRUTH

Still recovering from tragedy and grieving a devastating loss, Iraq war veteran and sheriff's detective Katrina Williams copes the only way she knows how—by immersing herself in work. A body's just been pulled from the lake with a fish haul, but what seems like a straightforward murder case over the poaching of paddlefish for domestic caviar quickly becomes murkier than the depths of the lake.

Soon a second body is found—an illegal Peruvian refugee woman linked to a charismatic tent revival preacher. But as Katrina tries to investigate the enigmatic evangelist, she is blocked by antagonistic FBI agents and Army CID personnel. When more young female refugees disappear, she must partner with deputy Billy Blevins, who stirs mixed feelings in her, to connect the lake murder to the refugees. Katrina is no stranger to darkness, but cold-blooded conspirators plan to make sure she'll never again see the light of day .

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Expected publication: September 12th 2017 by Lyrical Underground Kensington Books

About The Author: 

I wasn't born in a log cabin but the station wagon did have wood on the side. It was broken down on the approach road into Ft. Rucker, Alabama in the kind of rain that would have made a Biblical author jealous. You never saw a tornado in the Old Testament did you? As omens of a coming life go, mine was full of portent if not exactly glad tidings.

From there things got interesting. Life on a series of Army bases encouraged my retreat into a fantasy world. Life in a series of public school environments provided ample nourishment to my developing love of violence. Often heard in my home was the singular phrase, "I blame the schools." We all blamed the schools.

Both my fantasy and my academic worlds left marks and the amalgam proved useful the three times in my life I had guns pointed in my face. Despite those loving encounters the only real scars left on my body were inflicted by a six foot, seven inch tall drag queen. She didn't like the way I was admiring the play of three a.m. Waffle House fluorescent light over the high spandex sheen of her stockings.

After a series of low paying jobs that took me places no one dreams of going. I learned one thing. Nothing vomits quite so brutally as jail food. That's not the one thing I learned; it's an important thing to know, though. The one thing I learned is a secret. My secret. A terrible and dark thing I nurture in my nightmares. You learn your own lessons.

Eventually I began writing stories. Mostly I was just spilling out the, basically, true narratives of the creatures that lounge about my brain, laughing and whispering sweet, sweet things to say to women. Women see through me but enjoy the monsters in my head. They say, sometimes, that the things I say and write are lies or, "damn, filthy lies, slander of the worst kind, and the demented, perverted, wishful stories of a wasted mind." To which I always answer, I tell only the truth. I just tell a livelier truth than most people.