As silly as its predecessor (Hardcover, 1985)--though with some (pompously delivered) snippets of interest for bookstore-and-art-gallery aficionados. When Jeffrey (the bookstore owner) and Rachel (the gallery proprietor) and their good chum museum-curator Henry decide to invest in some Frank Stella prints--offered by a suave and channing German-accented young fellow--their troubles begin: Henry, a courtly homosexual, is raped and murdered, and their apartment is ransacked, as in the gallery. Soon L.A. Art Squad cop Eddie Ramirez is tying all of it in with stolen Stellas and bodies unceremoniously dumped in alleys, rivers, and ravines. Would Jeffrey and Rachel mind visiting Berlin and luring the German mastermind out? Of course not. The pair wander both sides of the Wall, visiting galleries, dropping hints, annoying the resident Bureau man--until Jeffrey finds the Stella warehouse; an East German finds the printmaking plant; and together, with much false brio and derring-do, they transcend East-West contretemps and bring about justice. The Berlin sequence, though nice from a tourist's point of view, smacks of the unbelievable--as does every ""spy"" encounter and police detail. Still, the art-world and rare-book details (clearly, the author knows what he knows) are right on target.