Routine but fairly lively doings for new narrator/amateur-sleuth Ed Fitzgerald--a New York Tribune rewrite man who takes over as City Hall reporter when his colleague Sandy Pearl dies in a hit-and-run accident. But was Sandy's death an accident? So wonders Ed, especially when he finds $100 bills in Sandy's desk--or when somebody then tries to run down Ed too. Assorted mystery women soon appear (one of whom Ed beds). Several more dead bodies surface--including the top suspect for Sandy's murder. Ed starts looking into the court cases that Sandy was covering around Foley Square. And eventually he's delving deeply into a huge inheritance matter--figuring out the skulduggery involved (as Sandy did), overhearing the bad guys Tell All. . . and winding up in a chase/showdown/shootout. Hand-me-down plotting, with too many bodies and too many clichÃ‰s--but the imitation-Front-Page newshound/lawyer ambience is agreeable enough, and Ed (who quotes Marcus Aurelius) is a blandly pleasant hero.