By Ben H. Winters
"[The] bizarre, appealing, unapologetically apocalyptic final Policeman trilogy is one in every of my favourite secret series."—John eco-friendly, writer of The Fault in Our Stars and Paper Towns
Winner of the 2013 Edgar® Award Winner for top Paperback Original!
What’s the purpose in fixing murders if we’re all going to die quickly, anyway?
Detective Hank Palace has confronted this question ever considering asteroid 2011GV1 hovered into view. There’s no probability left. No wish. simply six beneficial months till impact.
The final Policeman presents a desirable portrait of a pre-apocalyptic usa. The economic climate spirals downward whereas plants rot within the fields. church buildings and synagogues are packed. humans around the globe are jogging off the job—but now not Hank Palace. He’s investigating a loss of life by way of putting in a urban that sees a dozen suicides each week—except this one feels suspicious, and Palace is the single cop who cares.
the 1st in a trilogy, The final Policeman offers a secret set near to an apocalypse. As Palace’s research performs out less than the shadow of 2011GV1, we’re faced by way of difficult questions manner past “whodunit.” What foundation does civilization relaxation upon? what's existence worthy? What may any of us do, what may we really do, if our days have been numbered?
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