I’ve accepted the fact that Ace Atkins is basically going to write the same book each time with the Quinn Colson series. Over-their-head gangsters with connections to Tibbehah. People swooping in from Quinn’s past. A bunch of random references to vaginas. Some dirty dealing Mississippi pols and crooks. And overall, mostly fun southern fried crime stories. I don’t know if I would have gorged on this series so hard had it not been for quarantine. But I’m glad I am. They’re enjoyable. Atkins knows how […]