Everyone takes things that don’t belong to them.
From Medusa, it was her reputation. From Poseidon, it was his freedom.
When Poseidon is released from prison, after years of being locked away, the bodies start piling up, and all fingers point to Medusa. Agent Kyrie Alcide of the Perseus Initiative is tasked with investigating the case, and keeping tabs on Medusa. But Kyrie is about to find out that everything in the legend of the infamous gorgon might not be as it seems.
Now, if Kyrie can’t discover who the real murderer is Medusa could find herself their next victim.
Everyone takes things that don’t belong to them. A dollar on the street. A pen at the bank. Another person’s order at the coffee shop. From Medusa, they took her reputation. From Poseidon, they took his freedom. And from this man… From this man, they took his life.
This is the opening line for this book. Pretty catchy huh?
Kyrie is an agent of Perseus. They are like the CSI for the mythological business.
She’d been told once not to use colored inks— it was unprofessional. Kyrie had ignored that suggestion and kept right on doing as she pleased. So long as she got results, she didn’t see where it mattered what color she wrote in.
When the murders seem to connect to one person, Kyrie is ready to find the truth. Even more as this person is Medusa, who Kyrie is completely in love with (honestly don’t know if only as a fan or something more).
Medusa is tired of being hiding, but her life may not be the only one at risk.
It was too early to drink. But those rules didn’t apply to women who had learned the man who’d raped them and ruined their lives was dead. Nor did they apply to women who’d been accused of murder. Those rules applied to normal women. Women who got up in the morning, got dressed, and went to work. Women who had boyfriends or girlfriends. Women who didn’t spend their lives trying to pretend like they didn’t exist at all.
I loved Kyrie because she’s clearly awesome at her job, but her methods are… different.
“So … noodles?” Medusa prompted, still feeling strangely bereft and more concerned now than ever about laying her fate in the hands of someone who needed noodles to solve a murder. “Macaroni art!” Elijah cheered. Kyrie went back to inspecting her “art supplies,” lining the boxes up on the bar so she could take in the different shapes. “I’m dead. Aren’t I?” Medusa asked, not expecting an answer. “Nah, you’ll be all right.” Elijah winked at her. “Kyrie’s weird, but she gets results.”
And it was nice to see this Medusa. She was so… human. Feeling absolutely powerless and hopeless in her daily life. I actually felt really bad for her.
Coffee. Medusa needed coffee so she could function as a proper human being. Or proper gorgon being, rather. Not that it mattered one way or the other, they were so close to the same these days.
I actually had a great time reading this book and it was a super fast reading. The only reason I don’t give it more stars is because the ending dissapointed me. It wasn’t a bad ending, but I didn’t really buy the villain, so that avoided me to enjoy it more.
I would still recommend it though, as it was fun and I laughed a lot with Kyrie and Medusa (and Elijah ?.
Elijah shot to his feet, scattering papers in his rush to reach the desk chair. He threaded his fingers together and pushed them over his head, cracking the knuckles. The groan he let out when he lowered his arms again was theatrical, dramatic. Medusa rolled her eyes. “We don’t have all sorts of time for pomp.” “There is always time for pomp,” Elijah said with a wink over his shoulder.
Bye bye ?