Costas Haritos was a prison guard under Greece's old fascist regime. Now a top homicide inspector under democratic rule, he still knows how to turn the screws on a tough suspect. But he is not so adept at playing politics with department heads, government ministers, and the media. So when two TV reporters turn up murdered in Athens, he needs to find a likely culprit fast. The plot, which hinges on a child-smuggling ring, provides plenty of satisfying twists. But the book's real joy lies in the wry, sly voice of its cranky protagonist. It's as if legendary columnist Mike Royko was reincarnated as a wily Greek cop. When Haritos isn't tossing out acerbic criticisms of contemporary Greek society, he is engaged in an amusingly passive-aggressive dance with his wife, Adriani, who gives at least as good as she gets. Considering her faked orgasms, Haritos muses, "If every time it happened I nabbed her and took her in, by now she'd have got life for repeated fraud." But while the climaxes may be phony, the relationship remains refreshingly real. Frank SennettCopyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved
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