A detective wakes to the sounds of multiple murder across the street from his lover's house in the Hollywood hills. It's his last rest until he has solved that crime, its police cover-up and the mysteries of his own past in this stylishly absorbing work from the author of The Detective, Westfield, etc. Mike Gallagher, head of the Hollywood homicide squad, is a very smart detective who loves his job, but his bright future goes out like a light when, lying in the bed of a married woman (grounds for termination from the L.A. police department), he realizes that the early morning noises from the house across Rainbow Drive are the sounds of people being killed. As he slinks away from the scene hoping not to be noticed, Gallagher finds the the hills are crawling with cops and that he is witness to a police operation that has gone terribly wrong. Yet, when he gets to the office, he learns that his own division knows nothing about killings happening under their nose. And then, when news of the crime at last starts to break, Gallagher and his detectives are frozen out of the investigation by the office of the chief. But Gallagher can't stay out. He and his partner begin to work secretly at the edges of the investigation, realizing too late that they have strayed near a black hole of vicious and historic corruption. It's occasionally impossible to keep all the slimebuckets straight, but that's about the only thing wrong with this extremely satisfying book.