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The jacket blurb informed me that Michael Harvey was to Chicago as Raymond Chandler was to Los Angeles. Cannot personally verify, at least for the Chicago part, but sure seems to be true. It definitely applies to Chander’s Los Angeles.
Michael Kelly, private investigator/ex-cop, gets a case from his former partner on the force. It’s an eight-year old cold rape and battery case, but it turns out that his old partner was told to forget it ever happened. And now when that partner suddenly turns up dead. Kelly needs to know why. Turns out that a lot of his old friends from the neighborhood are somehow connected to this mess. And a few of them also end up dead, which is now really making it personal. Of course, the mob is in on it, and then there’s the serial killer, who is now also involved. A full cast of characters, shall we say. Some old friends and enemies fall along the way, and the El train rumbles overhead.
But there is something just so satisfying about a well-written detective mystery, when the dialogue is snappy but just right, and the plot twists sneak unsuspected around the corner, and this novel is just that. I generally read two or three books at a time, but sometimes you just have to put the others aside for the moment, and finish off that one first, much like stumbling into an old movie on television, and then just having to watch it through to the end.