From Publishers Weekly
D'Amato turns in another excellent Cat Marsala mystery (after Hard Luck ) despite the tension-destroying, flash-forward opening in which free-lance journalist Cat finds prostitute Sandra Lupica, her houseguest, dead in the alley behind her apartment building. Cat first meets Sandra while seeking women to interview for her "TV essay" on prostitution in Chicago; later her research includes a guided tour with Ross Wardon, a helpful but gratingly sexist vice cop who knows red-light life from streetwalkers up to high-priced escort services. Cat is getting a sense of the varied nature of the prostitution scene when Sandra shows up on her doorstep with her clothing torn, a lump on her head and a fat lip caused by "My boyfr--my father." She'll grant an interview if Cat will put her up temporarily. When the police show only a lukewarm interest in how Sandra went from being safe inside the apartment to dead on the pavement, Cat plunges even deeper into a world where it's tough to tell who your friends are. Although her tale carries a determined social conscience, D'Amato spins an engrossing story, convincing us again that Cat is as likable as she is clever.
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From Kirkus Reviews
In this fourth adventure--a letdown after last year's smartly worked-out Hard Luck--Chicago freelancer Cat Marsala is putting together a TV documentary on prostitution and, in the process, offering her teeny apartment as a temporary haven for high-priced call-girl Sandra Love. Sandra skips out with $37.00 of Cat's pocket change, stokes up on cocaine--and gets herself murdered in a nearby alley. Whodunit? Cat suspects, first, a coke dealer, next a holier- than-thou alderman who, on the sly, owned an escort service, then a pair of vice cops--naive, young Gavin who dated Sandra, and hard- boiled Ross, who introduced Cat to her. After alerting her main suspect to Sandra's deep dark secret (she was HIV-positive), Cat finds herself trying to outrun her killer on slippery train tracks- -with predictably disastrous results for the perp. Nothing new or enlightening here, and the best dialogue--most of it cribbed from Shakespeare--comes from the mouth of Cat's pet parrot Long John. --
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