A heavy-handed debut featuring Yablonsky, an NYPD detective whose caseload includes the murders of two male prostitutes, Sean and Paul, roommates who worked for a women's-only male-strip-joint. Other things the two had in common: posing for publisher Martha Bryant's Fem magazine and answering special ads in ""Let's Get Personal,"" including those placed by punk-rocker Suzy Creamcheese, a city council-woman, and a museum fund-raiser. Were the killings sex-related? Yablonsky isn't sure, but uncovers a tie to a U.N. diplomat and a money-laundering operation that Sean and Paul may have cottoned to while engaging in some homosexual hanky-panky. Skirting the Internal Affairs division (Yablonsky likes to eat at nice restaurants, on the cuff), Yablonsky eventually slogs his way through the personal columns, diplomatic immunity, an unfriendly ride with thugs, and gets his man--but not before Suzy Creamcheese is executed gangland-style, his indigestion takes a beating (as do his ribs), and it's on to the next case. First in a proposed series that can only improve. Trigoboff's flat-footed style undermines his plotting, which is, at best, mediocre.