A young woman hires down-and-out investigator Nicholas Colt to find her sister, a runaway. She doesn't want the police involved because Brittney would end up being turned over to the state. Colt takes the case, which becomes a lot more complicated than a simple runaway.
The problem I had with this novel is that it is two stories. The first one, following Colt's attempts to find Brittney, was simplistic and uninteresting. His talents as a detective consist of talking to witnesses and threatening to call the police to roust them if they didn't tell him what he wanted to know.
The book is narrated in the first person, which works when the narrator is a fascinating character. And Colt should have been fascinating. His background was certainly interesting--a former rock musician whose wife and daughter, along with his bandmates, were killed in a plane crash. But none of this information seemed to mold his character. I never got the feeling that he was a former rock star grieving over the death of his wife. His narrative style was that of a wise guy. None of the asides were interesting or pertinent. Quotes from Nicholas Colt's Philosophy of Life were annoying.
The supporting characters were also bland, a big minus in a PI novel.
Then something strange happened. In the second half of the novel, set several months after the Brittney case, Colt ends up investigating a neo-Nazi religious cult. It was like reading a totally different book. The action was a little over the top, but it was a slam bang thriller that eventually, though a little disjointedly, gets tied into the previous case. The climax was exciting and had been set up nicely.
I loved the second half, and disliked the first half. So I'm right in the middle on this one.