Dakota Riley is a member of the Seattle Drug Task Force. During an investigation into an international drug smuggling ring, he loses his best friend and partner. To add insult to injury, he is assigned an African-American rookie, Marc Bradley.
Seeking revenge rather than justice, Dakota ditches the rookie…and almost gets himself killed. After leaving the hospital for a ‘forced’ vacation, Dakota and Marc head to Marc’s hometown of Charleston, South Carolina.
A day out on a fishing boat goes wrong when a mysterious storm arrives. The boat is destroyed, and the two men wash ashore…in 1861, just prior to the start of the American Civil War.
On the surface, this appears to be a story about the civil war, but I don’t think that was the author’s intention. It’s more an exploration into human attitudes regarding race and geographical identity, and how these have changed, or not, over time.
Tightly-written and very well-characterized, the time-travel is dealt with deftly, and the ending was a nice surprise. This is no simple detective or war story, but an evocative drama blended with suspense, action and deep emotion. I found Dakota highly entertaining, and I would recommend it as a great read for both male and female readers, something that is generally quite rare in a novel.