Climate Killers

I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes at first when I saw the ‘eco-thriller’ label—how many more preachy climate mysteries can we handle? But *Climate Killers* disarmed me within minutes, thanks to Randye Kaye’s narration. She doesn’t just *read* this book; she *performs* it, nailing the protagonist’s exhausted snark and the supporting cast’s varying degrees of idiocy. The story itself is a masterclass in pacing: Nicholson drops bodies early and often, but the real hook is the protagonist’s voice—a mix of Columbo’s doggedness and Fleabag’s self-aware snark. The eco-angle isn’t heavy-handed; it’s a backdrop for a deliciously messy whodunit where every suspect is either lying, incompetent, or both. That said, it’s not perfect. The middle act sags slightly under the weight of *too many* red herrings—at times, it feels like Nicholson is juggling one subplot too many, and a few characters blur together in the audio format. And while Kaye’s performance is stellar, her male voices occasionally dip into caricature, which pulled me out of the moment. But these are quibbles. The final act delivers a twist that’s both earned and satisfying, and the dark humor never lets up. If you’re tired of po-faced detectives and want a thriller that’s as funny as it is bloody, this is your audiobook. Just don’t listen while eating—some of the crime scenes are *visceral*.