A first mystery that focuses on the way gays were way back- -specifically, in '71--when it wasn't so much a matter of one-night stands as ten-minute quickies in the warehouse district, on the docks, in dim doorways, and so forth. Out cruising one night, Archie Cain, formerly of the NYPD, is on the waterfront with Max- -when someone stabs Max in the back. Was it a member of the Gay Activists Alliance (Max was a vice president), a past lover, or...? There'll be suicide, pill-popping, gay-bashing, and--would you believe?--spying on gays by both the KGB and the US government before Archie finds love and the killer, though not necessarily in that order. A bit too fiercely gay for mainstream readers, though as a moody look back at the beginnings of gay liberation, Ricardo's debut rings true. It's the mystery plot overlaid on the facts that seems false.