Playwright Case’s first novel plunges a New York cop and the man charged with investigating him into a world of trouble.
Called to join the harbor patrol on a midnight run to check out a report of a suspicious boat, Detective Ralph Mulino of the Organized Crime Control Bureau finds two men aboard the craft, one of them dead. Only after he calls out a warning and shoots at the other does he realize he’s killed Detective Brian Rowson. Mulino’s case would normally fall into the bailiwick of Christine Davenport, who heads the Department to Investigate Misconduct and Corruption. But Davenport quits DIMAC just in time to pass the case to her second-in-command, Leonard Mitchell, and promptly goes to work in the private sector. On her first day on her new job, she brings some suspiciously coded emails to the attention of Eliot Holm-Anderson, the patriarch of EHA Investments, a firm noted for spotting securities whose values are about to take nosedives. That’s Davenport’s last day on the job as well, because she’s drowned—the NYPD says because she jumped off a ferry—that night. Suddenly Mitchell and Mulino, natural enemies by any measure, are questioning the same people, investigating the same institutions, and wondering whether they can trust any of New York’s finest or each other. Mitchell, beaten by a neighborhood patrol officer outside his Crown Heights home and tracked down to the hospital where he’s recovering, finds himself taking refuge with Roshni Saal, whose global paranoia about law enforcement makes her the last person in the world he would have expected to ask for help, as the clock ticks down toward a fearsome act of profit-fueled sabotage.
The case is slow to gather momentum but rises to an improbable, rousing finale in which the bad guys, who’ve been consistently more clever and resourceful than the good guys, finally get theirs.