We interrupt this Dallas police corruption trial--in which Rusty Benson's client, Capt. Terry Nolby, has just indicated that he'll roll over on Bino Phillips's client, Lt. Tommy Clinger--for a special announcement: Counselor Benson's Eldorado has just been fished out of the Houston shipping channel with his estranged wife Rhonda inside. Looks like Rusty's in for a tour, up close and personal, of the Houston penal facilities; looks like Bino's elected to handle the bail hearing; looks like a few nights in the cooler have Rusty ready to roll over himself and tell everything he knows--and maybe some stuff he doesn't--to the hungry federal prosecutors who can already taste those pan-fried Dallas bluecoats and the mysterious higher-ups who are pulling their strings and taking the cuts from their payoffs. All this matey dealmaking leaves Bino (Bino, 1988; Killings, 1993) odd man out, with nobody in his corner as he hunts the hit-man who killed Rhonda Benson (a federally protected witness, natch) but the nearsighted torch singer who picked him up--and even she's secretly a federal snitch. A fast-paced, fragrant, nothing-personal exposÇ that'll leave you wondering which is the lower form of life: those nasty feds or the mean-eyed morons employed to enforce the laws of the great state of Texas.