Being December, I've decided that this is read what you damn well please month. Which will obviously include a heap of review books as there are some rippers lined up, but it's also going to include some happy place stuff. And yes, know it's strange, but Brookmyre at full rant is a very very happy place.
From the Blurb:
Bullets. Bombs. Depravity. Bad hair.
Stuck playing referee between B-movie trash-peddlers and fundamentalist protestors, LAPD cop Larry Freeman would rather be trying to work out how four scientists vanished without trace from a research vessel three hundred miles out in the Pacific.
Into the mounting chaos steps photographer Steff Kennedy: jet-lagged, hungry and about to discover that his native Lanarkshire is not, after all, the global capital of religious stupidity.