The Hunter by John Lescroart

Book Description
Raised by loving adoptive parents, San Francisco private investigator Wyatt Hunt never had an interest in finding his birth family—until he gets a chilling text message from an unknown number: “How did your mother die?”

The answer is murder, and urged on by curiosity and the mysterious texter, Hunt takes on a case he never knew existed, one that has lain unsolved for decades. His family’s dark past unfurls in dead ends. Child Protective Services, who suspected but could never prove that Hunt was being neglected, is uninformed; his birth father, twice tried but never convicted of the murder, is in hiding; Evie, his mother’s drug-addicted religious fanatic of a friend, is untraceable. And who is the texter, and how are they connected to Hunt?

Yet in the present, time is running out. The texter, who insists the killer is out there, refuses to be identified. The cat-and-mouse game leads Hunt across the country and eventually to places far more exotic—and far more dangerous. As the chase escalates, so does the threat, for the killer has a secret that can only be trusted to the grave. Thriller master John Lescroart weaves a shocking, suspenseful tale about the skeletons inside family closets… and the mortal danger outside the front door.

My thoughts
Wyatt Hunter, a San Francisco P.I., was adopted and never knew or cared about his birth parents; until one day he gets a test message that reads “How did your mother die?” From that he uses his skills to track down the sender and the meaning of this cryptic message. What he finds is more than he bargains for.

John Lescroart’s latest novel had me intrigues, but not from the beginning. It took a few chapters before it grabbed into the story and I began liking Wyatt and wanted to learn about his birth parents. Yet, I did need get past some areas of disbelief, but this was an enjoyable thriller and the mystery of searching for one’s past.

Disclosure: I received this book for review from the publisher. I received no compensation for my thoughts.