by Jon the Crimespree guy
Growing up in Wisconsin every winter we spent a lot of time sledding. The anticipation while climbing a hill towing your sled, jumping on and grabbing the handles like your life depended on it, the rocketing down a slick hill that lasted for hours and seconds at the same time and then the end sitting there dazed and exhilarated wanting to do it again. THAT is what it’s like reading Greg Rucka. And in BRAVO the hill is a mile long and covered in ice. Make a pot of of coffee and grab on tight, you’re in for a Hell of a ride.