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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Karin Slaughter, author of the bestselling Will Trent novels, is widely acclaimed as “one of the best crime novelists in America” (The Washington Post). Now she delivers her first stand-alone novel: an epic story of a city in the midst of seismic upheaval, a serial killer targeting cops, and a divided police force tasked with bringing a madman to justice.

Atlanta, 1974: As a brutal murder and a furious manhunt rock the city’s police department, Kate Murphy wonders if her first day on the job will also be her last. She’s determined to defy her privileged background by making her own way—wearing a badge and carrying a gun. But for a beautiful young woman, life will be anything but easy in the macho world of the Atlanta PD, where even the female cops have little mercy for rookies. It’s also the worst day possible to start given that a beloved cop has been gunned down, his brothers in blue are out for blood, and the city is on the edge of war.

Kate isn’t the only woman on the force who’s feeling the heat. Maggie Lawson followed her uncle and brother into the ranks to prove her worth in their cynical eyes. When she and Kate, her new partner, are pushed out of the citywide search for a cop killer, their fury, pain, and pride finally reach the boiling point. With a killer poised to strike again, they will pursue their own line of investigation, risking everything as they venture into the city’s darkest heart.

Relentlessly paced, acutely observed, wickedly funny, and often heartbreaking, Cop Town is Karin Slaughter’s most powerful novel yet—a tour de force of storytelling from our foremost master of character, atmosphere, and suspense.

Features a preview of Karin Slaughter’s next novel, Pretty Girls

“Karin Slaughter is simply one of the best thriller writers working today, and  Cop Town shows the author at the top of her game—relentless pacing, complex characters, and gritty realism, all set against the backdrop of a city on the edge. Slaughter’s eye for detail and truth is unmatched. . . . I’d follow her anywhere.” —Gillian Flynn

Cop Town proves Karin Slaughter is one of America’s best writers. . . . She pulls her readers into a twisted tale of mystery and keeps them fascinated from start to finish.” The Huffington Post

“Stunning . . . Karin Slaughter breaks new ground with this riveting story. If you haven’t yet read her, this is the moment.” —Michael Connelly

“Compulsively readable . . . will have your heart racing.” O: The Oprah Magazine

“Intense . . . engrossing . . . evocative . . . [Karin Slaughter’s] first stand-alone novel [has] a gritty, action-packed plot and strong, believable characters.” —Associated Press

“Slaughter graphically exposes the rampant racism, homophobia, and misogyny of cop culture in the 1970s. . . . Winning leads, the retro setting, and a riveting plot make this one of Slaughter’s best.” Booklist (starred review)

“Superb . . . explosive . . . [ Cop Town] is sure to win over readers new to Slaughter’s work while reminding old fans of her enormous talent.” Library Journal (starred review)

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“Karin Slaughter is simply one of the best thriller writers working today, and  Cop Town shows the author at the top of her game—relentless pacing, complex characters, and gritty realism, all set against the backdrop of a city on the edge. Slaughter’s eye for detail and truth is unmatched. . . . I’d follow her anywhere.” —Gillian Flynn
 
Cop Town proves Karin Slaughter is one of America’s best writers. . . . She pulls her readers into a twisted tale of mystery and keeps them fascinated from start to finish.” The Huffington Post

“Stunning . . . In Karin Slaughter’s first stand-alone novel, she breaks new ground with this riveting story of two young police officers trying to stop a serial killer targeting cops. Her characters, plot, and pacing are unrivaled among thriller writers and if you haven’t yet read her, this is the moment.” —Michael Connelly
 
“Compulsively readable . . . will have your heart racing.” O: The Oprah Magazine
 
“Intense . . . engrossing . . . evocative . . . [Karin Slaughter’s] first stand-alone novel [has] a gritty, action-packed plot and strong, believable characters.” —Associated Press
 
“Slaughter graphically exposes the rampant racism, homophobia, and misogyny of cop culture in the 1970s. . . . Winning leads, the retro setting, and a riveting plot make this one of Slaughter’s best.” Booklist (starred review)
 
“Superb . . . explosive . . . [ Cop Town] is sure to win over readers new to Slaughter’s work while reminding old fans of her enormous talent.” Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Evocative writing . . . amazing characters . . . with edge-of-your-seat suspense and a riveting plot . . . Slaughter’s first stand-alone book is a knockout.” RT Book Reviews
 
“Scintillating . . . Slaughter does her usual fine job of exploring intriguingly troubled characters.” Publishers Weekly

“A masterpiece . . . Much more than a thriller . . . Karin Slaughter’s unforgettable female characters and stunning evocation of time and place make Cop Town one of the most powerful and moving reads of recent memory.” —Kathryn Stockett

About the Author

Karin Slaughter is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of numerous thrillers, including Cop Town, Unseen, Criminal, Fallen, Broken, Undone, Fractured, Beyond Reach, Triptych, Faithless, and the e-original short stories “Snatched” and “Busted.” She is a native of Georgia.

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November 1974

Prologue

Dawn broke over Peachtree Street. The sun razored open the downtown corridor, slicing past the construction cranes waiting to dip into the earth and pull up skyscrapers, hotels, convention centers. Frost spiderwebbed across the parks. Fog drifted through the streets. Trees slowly straightened their spines. The wet, ripe meat of the city lurched toward the November light.

The only sound was footsteps.

Heavy slaps echoed between the buildings as Jimmy Lawson’s police-issue boots pounded the pavement. Sweat poured from his skin. His left knee wanted to give. His body was a symphony of pain. Every muscle was a plucked piano wire. His teeth gritted like a sand block. His heart was a snare drum.

The black granite Equitable Building cast a square shadow as he crossed Pryor Street. How many blocks had Jimmy gone? How many more did he have to go?

Don Wesley was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Fireman’s carry. Harder than it looked. Jimmy’s shoulder was ablaze. His spine drilled into his tailbone. His arm trembled from the effort of keeping Don’s legs clamped to his chest. The man could already be dead. He wasn’t moving. His head tapped into the small of Jimmy’s back as he barreled down Edgewood faster than he’d ever carried the ball down the field. He didn’t know if it was Don’s blood or his own sweat that was rolling down the back of his legs, pooling into his boots.

He wouldn’t survive this. There was no way a man could survive this.

The gun had snaked around the corner. Jimmy had watched it slither past the edge of a cinder-block wall. The sharp fangs of the front sights jutted up from the tip of the barrel. Raven MP-25. Six-round detachable box, blowback action, semiauto. The classic Saturday night special. Twenty-five bucks on any ghetto corner.

That’s what his partner’s life had come down to. Twenty-five bucks.

Jimmy faltered as he ran past First Atlanta Bank. His left knee almost touched the asphalt. Only adrenaline and fear saved him from falling. Quick bursts of recall kept setting off colorful fireworks in his head: Red shirtsleeve bunched up around a yellow-gold wristwatch. Black-gloved hand holding the white pearl grip. The rising sun had bathed the weapon’s dark steel in a bluish light. It didn’t seem right that something black could have a glint to it, but the gun had almost glowed.

And then the finger pulled back on the trigger.

Jimmy knew the workings of a gun. The 25’s slide was already racked, cartridge in the chamber. The trigger spring engaged the firing pin. The firing pin hit the primer. The primer ignited the gunpowder. The bullet flew from the chamber. The casing popped out of the ejection port.

Don’s head exploded.

Jimmy’s memory did no work to raise the image. The violence was etched into his corneas, backdropped every time he blinked. Jimmy was looking at Don, then he was looking at the gun, then he was looking at how the side of Don’s face had distorted into the color and texture of a rotten piece of fruit.

Click-click.

The gun had jammed. Otherwise, Jimmy wouldn’t be running down the street right now. He would be face down in an alley beside Don, condoms and cigarette butts and needles sticking to their skin.

Gilmer Street. Courtland. Piedmont. Three more blocks. His knee could hold out for three more blocks.

Jimmy had never been on the business end of a firing gun. The flash was an explosion of starlight—millions of pinpricked pieces of sun lighting up the dark alley. His eardrums rang with the sound. His eyes stung from the cordite. At the same time, he felt the splash against his skin, like hot water, only he knew—he knew—it was blood and bone and pieces of flesh hitting his chest, his neck, his face. He tasted it on his tongue. Crunched the bone between his teeth.

Don Wesley’s blood. Don Wesley’s bone.

He was blinded by it.

When Jimmy was a kid, his mother used to make him take his sister to the pool. She was so little back then. Her skinny, pale legs and arms poking out of her tiny suit reminded Jimmy of a baby praying mantis. In the water, he’d cup his hands together, tell her he’d caught a bug. She was a girl, but she loved looking at bugs. She’d paddle over to see, and Jimmy would squeeze his hands together so the water would squirt into her face. She would scream and scream. Sometimes she would cry, but he’d still do it again the next time they were in the pool. Jimmy told himself it was all right because she kept falling for it. The problem wasn’t that he was cruel. The problem was that she was stupid.

Where was she now? Safe in bed, he hoped. Fast asleep, he prayed. She was on the job, too. His little sister. It wasn’t safe. Jimmy could end up carrying her through the streets one day. He could be jostling her limp body, careening around the corner, his knee brushing the blacktop as the torn ligaments clashed like cymbals.

Jimmy saw a glowing sign up ahead: a white field with a red cross in the center.

Grady Hospital.

He wanted to weep. He wanted to fall to the ground. But his burden would not lighten. If anything, Don got heavier. The last twenty yards were the hardest of Jimmy’s life.

A group of black men were congregating under the sign. They were dressed in bright purples and greens. Their tight pants flared below the knee, showing a touch of white patent leather. Thick sideburns. Pencil mustaches. Gold rings on their fingers. Cadillacs parked a few feet away. The pimps were always in front of the hospital this time of morning. They smoked skinny cigars and watched the sun rise as they waited for their girls to get patched up for the morning rush hour.

None of them offered to help the two bloody cops making their way toward the doors. They gawked. Their cigarillos stopped midair.

Jimmy fell against the glass doors. Someone had forgotten to lock them. They butterflied open. His knee slued to the side. He fell face-first into the emergency waiting room. The jolt was like a bad tackle. Don’s hipbone knifed into his chest. Jimmy felt the flex of his own ribs kissing his heart.

He looked up. At least fifty pairs of eyes stared back. No one said a word. Somewhere in the bowels of the treatment area, a phone was ringing. The sound echoed through the barred doors.

The Gradys. Over a decade of civil rights hadn’t done shit. The waiting room was still divided: black on one side, white on the other. Like the pimps under the sign, they all stared at Jimmy. At Don Wesley. At the river of blood flowing beneath them.

Jimmy was still on top of Don. It was a lewd scene, one man on top of another. One cop on top of another. Still, Jimmy cradled his hand to Don’s face. Not the side that was blown open—the side that still looked like his partner.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy managed, though he knew it wasn’t okay. Would never be okay. “It’s all right.”

Don coughed.

Jimmy’s gut twisted at the sound. He’d been sure the man was dead. “Get help,” he told the crowd, but it was a whisper, a begging little girl’s voice that came out of his own mouth. “Somebody get help.”

Don groaned. He was trying to speak. The flesh of his cheek was gone. Jimmy could see his tongue lolling between shattered bone and teeth.

“It’s okay.” Jimmy’s voice was still a high whistle. He looked up again. No one would meet his gaze. There were no nurses. No doctors. No one was going to get help. No one was answering the damn telephone.

Don groaned again. His tongue slacked outside of his jaw.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy repeated. Tears streamed down his face. He felt sick and dizzy. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Don inhaled sharply, like he was surprised. He held the air in his lungs for a few seconds before finally letting out a low, baleful moan. Jimmy felt the sound vibrating in his chest. Don’s breath was sour—the smell of a soul leaving the body. The color of his flesh didn’t drain so much as fill like a pitcher of cold buttermilk. His lips turned an earthy, funereal blue. The fluorescent lights cut white stripes into the flat green of his irises.

Jimmy felt a darkness pass through him. It gripped his throat, then slowly reached its icy fingers into his chest. He opened his mouth for air, then forced it closed for fear that Don’s ghost would flow into him.

Somewhere, the phone was still ringing.

“She-it,” a raspy old woman grumbled. “Doctor ain’t never gone get to me now.”

Day One

Monday

1

Maggie Lawson was upstairs in her bedroom when she heard the phone ringing in the kitchen. She checked her watch. There was nothing good about a phone ringing this early in the morning. Sounds from the kitchen echoed up the back stairs: The click of the receiver being lifted from the cradle. The low murmur of her mother’s voice. The sharp snap of the phone cord slapping the floor as she walked back and forth across the kitchen.

The linoleum had been worn away in staggered gray lines from the countless times Delia Lawson had paced the kitchen listening to bad news.

The conversation didn’t last long. Delia hung up the phone. The loud click echoed up to the rafters. Maggie knew every sound the old house made. She had spent a lifetime studying its moods. Even from her room, she could follow her mother’s movements through the kitchen: The refrigerator door opening and closing. A cabinet banging shut. Eggs being cracked into a bowl. Thumb flicking her Bic to light a cigarette.

Maggie knew how this would go. Delia had been playing Bad-News Blackjack for as long as Maggie could remember. She would hold for a while, but then tonight, tomorrow, or maybe even a week from now, Delia would pick a fight with Maggie and the minute Maggie opened her mouth to respond, her mother would lay down her cards: the electric bill was past due, her shifts at the diner had been cut, the car needed a new transmission, and here Maggie was making things worse by talking back and for the love of God, couldn’t she give her mother a break?

Busted. Dealer wins.

Maggie screeched the ironing board closed. She stepped carefully around folded stacks of laundry. She’d been up since five that morning doing the family’s ironing. She was Sisyphus in a bathrobe. They all had uniforms of one kind or another. Lilly wore green-and-blue-checkered skirts and yellow button-down tops to school. Jimmy and Maggie had their dark blue pants and long-sleeved shirts from the Atlanta Police Department. Delia had her green polyester smocks from the diner. And then they all came home and changed into regular clothes, which meant that every day, Maggie was washing and ironing for eight people instead of four.

She only complained when no one could hear her.

There was a scratching sound from Lilly’s room as she dropped the needle on a record. Maggie gritted her teeth. Tapestry. Lilly played the album incessantly.

Not too long ago, Maggie helped Lilly get dressed for school every morning. At night, they would page through Brides magazine and clip out pictures for their dream weddings. That was all before Lilly turned thirteen years old and her life, much like Carole King’s, became an everlasting vision of the ever-changing hue.

She waited for Jimmy to bang on the wall and tell Lilly to turn that crap off, but then she remembered her brother had picked up a night shift. Maggie looked out the window. Jimmy’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Unusually, the neighbor’s work van was gone. She wondered if he was working the night shift, too. And then she chastened herself for wondering, because it was none of her business what her neighbor was doing.

Now seemed as good a time as any to go down for breakfast. Maggie pulled the foam rollers from her hair as she walked down the stairs. She stopped exactly in the middle. The acoustic sweet spot. Tapestry disappeared. There were no sounds from the kitchen. If Maggie timed it right, she could sometimes grab a full minute of silence standing on the stairs. There wouldn’t be another time during her day when she felt so completely alone.

She took a deep breath, then slowly let it out before continuing down.

The old Victorian had been grand at one point, though the house retained no evidence of its former glory. Pieces of siding were gone. Rotted wood hung like bats from the gables. The windows rattled with the slightest breeze. Rain shot a creek through the basement. There was no outlet in the house that didn’t have a black tattoo ghosted around it from bad fuses and shoddy workmanship.

Even though it was winter, the kitchen was humid. No matter the time of year, it always smelled of fried bacon and cigarette smoke. The source of both stood at the stove. Delia’s back was bent as she filled the percolator. When Maggie thought of her mother, she thought of this kitchen—the faded avocado-green appliances, the cracked yellow linoleum on the floor, the burned, black ridges on the laminate countertop where her father rested his cigarettes.

As usual, Delia had been up since before Maggie. No one knew what Delia did in the morning hours. Probably curse God that she’d woken up in the same house with the same problems. There was an unwritten rule that you didn’t go downstairs until you heard eggs being whisked in a bowl. Delia always cooked a big breakfast, a holdover from her Depression childhood, when breakfast might be the only meal of the day.

“Lilly up?” Delia hadn’t turned around, but she knew Maggie was there.

“For now.” Maggie made the same offer she did every morning. “Can I do anything?”

“No.” Delia jabbed the bacon with a fork. “Driveway’s empty next door.”

Maggie glanced out the window, pretending she didn’t already know Lee Grant’s van was not parked in its usual spot.

Delia said, “All we need is for girls to start going in and out of that house at all hours. Again.”

Maggie leaned against the counter. Delia looked exhausted. Even her stringy brown hair couldn’t be bothered to stay pinned on the top of her head. They’d all been picking up extra shifts to pay for Lilly to go to a private school. None of them wanted to see her bussed across town to the ghetto. They had four more years of tuition and textbooks and uniforms before Lilly graduated. Maggie wasn’t sure her mother would last that long.

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Dianna M.
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Reviewed in the United States on July 16, 2020
Having been a police officer in the late seventies, early eighties, I was certainly able to identify with the place and time. The realism was very accurately depicted as to women entering policing and becoming actively involved, more than a clerk or forgive me, a meter... See more
Having been a police officer in the late seventies, early eighties, I was certainly able to identify with the place and time. The realism was very accurately depicted as to women entering policing and becoming actively involved, more than a clerk or forgive me, a meter maid. It was a very tough time for women in this non-traditional profession and it seemed it hit you from all fronts; family, male officers, supervisors, other females. Other females can be the worst.

The characters in Cop Town, particularly Kate Murphy vividly experienced the difficulty, coupled with her affluent background and traditional family it''s a wonder she didn''t walk away after her first day, but she survived. Not just survived, but learned quickly, forged relationships and was on her way to thriving.

Other than some of the derogatory language, realistic though it was, this was a good read.
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Hawaii1107
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Too racist and vulgar to continue reading.
Reviewed in the United States on February 19, 2019
I thought I could do it, but I could not continue to read this book. I checked back to see in what time frame it was set to remind myself that it was 1974. Still the rampant racism was more than I could handle. Add to that the vulgar language, treatment of women and grim... See more
I thought I could do it, but I could not continue to read this book. I checked back to see in what time frame it was set to remind myself that it was 1974. Still the rampant racism was more than I could handle. Add to that the vulgar language, treatment of women and grim darkness, I found this too disturbing to continue. When I ended the chapter and moved to the one that said "Day Two" I found that I couldn''t stand what the next day might bring.
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Ernie's Mom
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Amazing........and no holds barred.
Reviewed in the United States on October 25, 2018
Great portrayal of cops in the early 70''s. Big cities had corrupt law enforcement that ran form the patrol cops to the judges. As a Chicago native, I know this to be true. I used it to my advantage more than once. While Karin''s portrayal may have been brutal, racist,... See more
Great portrayal of cops in the early 70''s. Big cities had corrupt law enforcement that ran form the patrol cops to the judges. As a Chicago native, I know this to be true. I used it to my advantage more than once. While Karin''s portrayal may have been brutal, racist, and misogynistic; I read it as exaggerated but close enough to the truth.
This was a complicated novel that many readers were offended by or could not grasp, I found it delicious. I savored it. Karin tells it like it is, and I admire her chutzpah.
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M. Emrich
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Can''t put it down
Reviewed in the United States on June 22, 2019
This is a seminal novel. Long the realm of male writers, and characters, detective fiction has finally found its female champion. Slaughter''s novel of women struggling to enter the police force, and of outperforming their male counterparts, doesn''t come off like a... See more
This is a seminal novel. Long the realm of male writers, and characters, detective fiction has finally found its female champion. Slaughter''s novel of women struggling to enter the police force, and of outperforming their male counterparts, doesn''t come off like a man-hating reactionary tale penned by Gloria Steinem. Rather, it simply tells the story of what it''s like to be a woman in a man''s world and it does so very well. The era of 1970s Atlanta is wonderfully realized and the book''s characters were fully fleshed out as well. Add a compelling storyline and this is a great novel!
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A CHANGING WORLD
Reviewed in the United States on October 31, 2015
In mid-seventies Atlanta, the police force is warring within its ranks: blacks against whites, male against female. And somewhere in the city, a Shooter is picking off cops, one after the other. Maggie Lawson comes from a family of cops, beginning with her Uncle... See more
In mid-seventies Atlanta, the police force is warring within its ranks: blacks against whites, male against female. And somewhere in the city, a Shooter is picking off cops, one after the other.

Maggie Lawson comes from a family of cops, beginning with her Uncle Terry, her brother Jimmy, and then she herself is trying to make her mark, but finds herself up against the men in the family who treat her like a rookie.

Kate Murphy is a new recruit and has a lot to prove. Growing up in Buckhead, she faced high expectations. But after her husband Patrick died in Viet Nam, everything changed for her.

Hovering around the edges of the city, watching, is someone named Fox. He is trained on Kate, then the Lawsons. Could he be the Shooter? And what would Kate discover from a doctor friend after Jimmy Lawson is shot, and when his partner Don is killed?

Secrets, lies, power struggles…all the issues of the world outside beset the inside world of Cop Town: A Novel .

The story evoked emotions that reminded me of that time in my own life and how the power struggles would change everyone. But the changes would not come easily, and some would fight to the bitter end.

I enjoyed the characters, especially the females, even though some of them were almost as difficult to deal with as the men. Could any of them find their way in this world of power struggles? I couldn’t stop turning pages wondering who was hiding behind the “Fox” nomenclature, since obviously he is someone disguised, possibly someone we least suspect. 5 stars.
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Nanette Erickson
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A great read with new characters from Ms.Slaughter
Reviewed in the United States on July 5, 2014
At first I was disappointed to not find the characters I''ve grown fond of in previous books by Karin Slaughter, but once into the story I was pleased and surprised by how much I enjoyed the new faces. The story was a little grittier than usual, which I liked, being a fan of... See more
At first I was disappointed to not find the characters I''ve grown fond of in previous books by Karin Slaughter, but once into the story I was pleased and surprised by how much I enjoyed the new faces. The story was a little grittier than usual, which I liked, being a fan of the hard boiled cop genre. I lived in Atlanta for almost 30 years, arriving in the very year in which this story takes place, and worked in the area where the government offices are located so I am very familiar with Grady Hospital, the police headquarters and also some of the seedier parts of the city.
The story takes place in an era that is thankfully in the past and much of the dissension between the races has passed and the city is much more liberal than it was 35 years ago.
But in the early 70''s things were pretty much the way this story tells and I found it fast paced, and well told. I hope we get to see these characters evolve in more stories.
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carolynfromoz
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Gritty police story
Reviewed in the United States on October 17, 2014
Amazing book. Lots of gritty realism. Set in Atlanta in the 1970s, a racist, sexist, violent town. Cops are being killed execution style by a man dubbed the Atlanta Shooter and the force is out to find him. At the time the police force was predominantly male, full of... See more
Amazing book. Lots of gritty realism. Set in Atlanta in the 1970s, a racist, sexist, violent town. Cops are being killed execution style by a man dubbed the Atlanta Shooter and the force is out to find him. At the time the police force was predominantly male, full of returned servicemen nursing prejudices against any group that wasn''t white, Christian and male.

Kate, a white,recently widowed, good looking Jewish girl from the wealthy part of town has joined the police force. It''s no place for a woman, let alone a white one with good manners but Kate is gutsy and has a sense of humour. Besides she sucks at office work so she''s determined to grit her teeth and give it a damned good try. Initially paired with Jimmy Lawson whose partner was killed by the Shooter and then later with his sister Maggie, another feisty female cop, she soon finds herself getting into a whole lot of trouble. Little does she know that while she and Maggie are trying to track down the Shooter, a man called Fox is stalking her and watching her every move.

Karin Slaughter has done a brilliant job setting the scene for this novel. She depicts a male dominated police force full of men who drink and swagger and afford women no respect. Told from the viewpoint of the female police she highlights the prejudices of the times. Domestic violence against women was rife and if women did work they were expected to hand their earnings over to the men in the household. Mixed marriages were frowned upon and gay men were thought to be better off dead. Women in the police force were not expected to do any detective work and if they did solve crimes then they were expected to let their male colleagues take the credit. Kate and Maggie are both fighters and ignore these unwritten rules in their investigation into the latest shooting. Tension builds gradually throughout the novel leading to an explosive and thrilling ending.
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Readerobsessed
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Kept me from housework!
Reviewed in the United States on August 4, 2019
This book was a great read. These characters were well developed. Easily liked and hated. Yes, there was one character I would have loved to punch in the face. I was born in''72 so I was intrigued by the storyline. I am fascinated by how far minorities have come.... See more
This book was a great read. These characters were well developed. Easily liked and hated. Yes, there was one character I would have loved to punch in the face.

I was born in''72 so I was intrigued by the storyline. I am fascinated by how far minorities have come. I am not speaking just racially, but ethnically and gender. This story just gives a small glimpse at how women in general were treated.

Mrs. Slaughter tells a fascinating story intertwined just a fiction but some Atlanta history.
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KL.Caley
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Not a typical slaughter novel but a great story, excellently written.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 21, 2016
I adore Karin Slaughter’s Grant county series and I wondered how I would take to this alternative standalone novel. I must say it really worked. Harsher and grittier than the grant county series this novel takes place in the 1970’s when a woman truly was in a man’s world....See more
I adore Karin Slaughter’s Grant county series and I wondered how I would take to this alternative standalone novel. I must say it really worked. Harsher and grittier than the grant county series this novel takes place in the 1970’s when a woman truly was in a man’s world. Worse when that was a cop’s world. Slaughter captures the struggles perfectly in this fast paced high impact thriller. The story focuses on two young female cops Kate and Maggie. Kate is a young Jewish widow from a wealthy family, searching for where she truly feels needed she joins the police force and enters a very different world from the one she is used to. Maggie comes from a poor family. Both her brother Jimmy and her Uncle Terry are cops but instead of welcoming her into their ranks, she is dismissed as a useless female not one of the “old boys”. Soon Maggie and Kate join forces to show the men how to get a job done. For those that like thriller stories this is a great read and the pace is set almost instantly. The ending was very well written too and for those that really enjoy a clever twist will appreciate it. This story is similar in to the Amanda Wagner story told in the novel Criminal (#6 in the Will Trent series) but as mentioned earlier it is a lot darker and grittier with more violence. An unusual deviation from the Grant County series for Slaughter to embark on this standalone novel but I admire the bravery (and concept) that she took in doing so. Another great novel, the descriptions were very realistic (although a little graphic – I don’t mind that at all in this type of book and just chose to skim if I thought it was a bit much as the story was meaty enough I wanted to keep reading), the characters were complex and the twists kept coming. Everything you want from a good crime thriller. Not a typical slaughter novel but a great story, excellently written.
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Gripping police murder
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 19, 2019
A serial cop killer on the loose; women running the gauntlet of male colleagues just to get to the locker room; prejudice of the 70`s; determination. These are some of the components of this atmospheric and violent tale of young female cops working in a job they wanted to...See more
A serial cop killer on the loose; women running the gauntlet of male colleagues just to get to the locker room; prejudice of the 70`s; determination. These are some of the components of this atmospheric and violent tale of young female cops working in a job they wanted to do and pitting their wits against both the `Shooter`and their male colleagues to prevent further deaths. I like that both the main characters have a feasible back story that brought them to this point in their lives. I also like that the `Shooter` has a voice but there is no clue as to who it is until the final showdown. Excellent writing and plot. A page turner.
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S Mc
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Brilliant!
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 5, 2019
I love this author but haven''t read one of her books in a while. This was a compelling story of early policing with all the old fashioned ''boys club'' views, which give it context but can be hard to stomach. Regardless of this, they story was fast paced and showed true...See more
I love this author but haven''t read one of her books in a while. This was a compelling story of early policing with all the old fashioned ''boys club'' views, which give it context but can be hard to stomach. Regardless of this, they story was fast paced and showed true spirit by the female characters. I loved it!
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Elaine Tomasso
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A great read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 3, 2015
Cop Town is the investigation by two female patrol officers, Kate and Maggie, into who is killing police officers but it is also much, much more. It is a study of the Atlanta Police department in the 70s and the mores of that time. I found it to be quite oppressive with its...See more
Cop Town is the investigation by two female patrol officers, Kate and Maggie, into who is killing police officers but it is also much, much more. It is a study of the Atlanta Police department in the 70s and the mores of that time. I found it to be quite oppressive with its unrelenting casual racism, sexism, homophobia and violence - it certainly doesn''t paint a pretty picture and I would like to think it''s exaggerated but I strongly suspect it isn''t. Having said that I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ms Slaughter covers a lot of ground including social conditions, race politics, the holocaust, women''s rights or lack of them and segregation in an extremely informative way. Her plot is believable and her characters are very well drawn with plenty of nuance. Cop Town is one of the best novels I have read this year. It is not an easy read, mostly due to the ugly attitudes which do not fit with modern sensibilities, but I thought it was very rewarding.
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TheOnlyLaHeffa
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The ugly side of the ''70s
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 16, 2014
I love Karin Slaughter, I''ve read all her books and she''s one of my favourite authors. So when Cop Town was due for release I preordered it without knowing what the book was about. With your favourite author, you don''t care, right? From the first couple of pages I was...See more
I love Karin Slaughter, I''ve read all her books and she''s one of my favourite authors. So when Cop Town was due for release I preordered it without knowing what the book was about. With your favourite author, you don''t care, right? From the first couple of pages I was doubting whether this book would do it for me. It''s set in Atalanta during the ''70 where racism, inequality, human right abuse and intimidation were rife. The book focuses around rookie beat cop Kate Murphy who gets partnered with Maggie Lawson on her first day during one of the Atlanta Police Department''s greatest manhunts for a cop killer known simply as "the Shooter". Together Maggie and Kate decide to search for the Shooter themselves after Maggie''s brother and fellow officer disappears leaving a note claiming he was responsible for all the cop deaths. This is a very dark book with abuse littered throughout the pages. Maggie herself regularly finds herself at the receiving end of her a Uncle Terry''s fists on an almost daily basis, despite him bring a detective and central figure in the Atlanta Police Force. Maggie''s helplessness is almost palpable and I many times wished I could just reach into the pages and guide Maggie away from her abusive life. This is despite the fact that she''s a tough beat cop but lacks the confidence to stand up to the bullies. Overall, it''s a fantastic book with crudeness, gore and misery peppered throughout. My initial concerns were totally unfounded. Karin Slaughter is an amazing author irrespective of what she writes.
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