This is the second Leonid McGill novel I’ve read and I don’t really remember much about the first one. McGill is a contemporary detective, a former boxer, still in shape, dangerous with his hands and weapons, knows everyone, and works in various undergrounds in various capacities. What’s strange about this book is that it is considerably shorter than the other McGill books. In addition, what’s strange about contemporary detective novels is that the character generally has to contend with modern technology in some way. And […]
“Mr. McGill?” Mardi Bitterman said over the intercom that connects her desk at the front of our office complex to mine at the far end.
Trouble is what I Do by Walter Mosley





