Review
Review
When crying over a lost love dominates a fair share of the book, the mystery almost becomes -- "where is the mystery?" Nevertheless, Frey does a good job of creating interesting characters, and has an Oscar-winning car chase . . .
Gay detective Frank Callahan is handsome, gutsy and has a wry sense of the scene around him. He and partner Barry have a good working relationship but a thorn in both their sides is a gay-bashing, uncouth fellow detective, Moose Koehler, who is the embodiment of a trash mouth, whether verbally bashing gays or ogling and crudely commenting om female detectives'attributes. You can't wait for him to get his comeuppance.
Callahan is lead detective on a case that begins with an A-list actor being killed and a defaced DVD left beside the body. Theories abound and the case doesn't progress that far before an A-list actress is similarly murdered. Eventually a letter arrives announcing the killer is out to stop Hollywood's agenda of depravity.
A disgruntled agent who has taken a powder becomes the focus of their investigation, but the murderer sends another letter to the news outlet, this time decrying America's degeneration in general and demanding to have his/her manifesto published in the newspaper.
There are some interesting setups . . . I couldn't decide if Mr. Frey's picking his charater and plot line was to show us that in most ways gays are no different from the rest of us, or if he simply made a choice to have a gay hero.



