Code Sixty-one by
Donald Harstad
The ultimate police procedural novel, with even a glossary of police terms and radio
codes, from which the title is taken, Code 61 being an American notification that the
transmission is not secure. Written by a former Deputy-Sheriff in Iowa, it has authenticity
oozing from every one of the 370 pages, for it is a thick, big-format paperback.
Though I am not a great fan of American tales, partly because I cannot empathise with
the terminology, locations and monotonously bad language (both grammatical and
obscene), I enjoyed this book for its authenticity and honest plotting - it starts at the
beginning and goes on to the end, with no diversions.
The story is seen through the eyes of Deputy-Sheriff Carl Houseman in Iowa (no surprise
there) who has to investigate a series of deaths where the possibility of vampire activity is
raised. Most of the action takes place in a large old mansion on a bluff above the
Mississippi, where a group of young weirdoes are house-sitting for the rich woman
owner, who lives in adjacent Wisconsin. One of them is found dead in the bath, looking
almost, but not quite, like a suicide. Houseman calls in Hester Gorse, a Special Agent of
the State Division of Criminal Investigation (which the jacket blurb wrongly calls the
FBI) and from then on, the action speeds up, with a finale in an old silica mine under the
house.
The strength of the book is in its characterisation of the police officers, especially their
interactions in the office and on the job. One gets the feeling that the author is using a lot
of autobiographical material, grafted on to his fictitious plot and for aficionados of the
procedural novel, this is a winner. Even the forensic pathology is almost all correct -
though not quite!