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Way back in March, I reviewed The Guilty Ones by Joy Ellis. Joy is a pretty brilliant writer and when the invite for the blog tour of her new instalment in the Jackman and Evans series arrived in my inbox, I jumped at the chance.
The Stolen Boys is the fifth in the series but I still haven’t read books 1-3.
About The Stolen Boys
A crime wave has hit town. The target is a highly sought-after brand of streetwear called Hybird X, clothing that costs a fortune and resells for unbelievable prices. Houses are burgled, kids mugged on the streets . . . and finally a young man dies, all for the sake of his shoes.
Then another boy’s body is found in a pile of rubbish. Meanwhile illegal steroids are flooding the streets. And there are dark movements on the marshes.
CLOTHES THAT PEOPLE WILL KILL TO OWN
A shadowy figure called Darke and his teams of young criminals seem to be behind it all.
Detectives Jackman and Evans must take on a fiendish criminal, while still haunted by Alistair Ashcroft, the serial killer they never caught.
WHO IS DARKE AND WHAT DOES HE REALLY WANT? My Review
I was expecting great things from this book given its predecessor… and it didn’t disappoint. Joy’s unique writing style, and rather loveable protagonists, makes sure that it is a real page turner.
The storyline, designer gear and drugs, is relevant given the times we live in and does indeed show the depths that some will travel to get their hands on the latest things.
Jackman and Evans are a formidable team, though not without their flaws (pretty much the same as all good detectives).
Overall, I loved reading The Stolen Boys, and cannot wait for the next Jackman and Evans adventure.
(Affiliate Link) About Joy Ellis
UK #1 Best Seller
1 million books sold and rising!
“I was born in Kent but spent most of my working life in London and Surrey. I was an apprentice florist to Constance Spry Ltd, a prestigious Mayfair shop that throughout the sixties and seventies teemed with both royalty and ‘real’ celebrities. What an eye-opener for a working-class kid from the Garden of England! I swore then, probably whilst I was scrubbing the floor or making the tea, that I would have a shop of my own one day. It took until the early eighties, but I did it. Sadly the recession wiped us out, and I embarked on a series of weird and wonderful jobs; the last one being a bookshop manager. Surrounded by books all day, getting to order whatever you liked, and being paid for it! Oh bliss!
And now I live in a