My Review:Nora Trier catches thieves. As a forensic accountant and partner in her downtown Minneapolis firm, she’s unearthed millions in every corner of the world. She prides herself on her independence, the most essential currency of accounting, until her firm is hired by Strike.
An anti-corporate, feminist athletic empire, Strike is owned by Logan Russo, a brash and legendary kickboxer, and her marketing genius husband, Gregg Abbott. They’re about to host a major kickboxing tournament with twenty million dollars in prize money, and the chance for the champion to become the new face of the company. Gregg suspects his wife already has a new face in mind—a young trainer named Aaden, for whom Logan feels an unexpected connection.
Days before the tournament begins, it’s discovered that the prize money is missing. Gregg hires Nora’s firm to find both the thief and the money but Nora has a secret connection to Strike that threatens her independence. Her partner pressures her into taking the case anyway, hinting he has information about Strike that could change the course of the investigation in a shocking and deadly way.
A tense and unpredictable thriller that will keep you guessing until the very last page, Strike Me Down reveals the remarkable power of Mindy Mejia’s writing which “crosses back and forth between exquisite literary descriptions and thrilleresque escapes and acts of violence” (New York Journal of Books).
I've loved books by this author in the past but this one definitely felt lackluster to me. It was a bit boring and this is from someone who has actually engaged a forensic accountant before for my job. I found myself not caring too much and not liking any of the characters, even though this book was well written. Hopefully you have better luck with this one.
One of the first things Jim Parrish had taught her, after he'd recruited Nora outside the courthouse all those years ago, was that a good investigator was unpredictable. They exploited overlooked data, showed up at unexpected times, changed focus quickly. They created no patterns, worked to no discernible rhythm. In certain cases, a good investigator could look, to the untrained eye, like a very bad investigator.