A p.i. debut from an attorney and former news anchor.
Who would murder a rich do-gooder standing by her almost-new car in a busy shopping mall, then take off without that spiffy car, her jewelry, or her credit cards? The cops have no leads, and the lady’s husband, Mo Crain, who made his fortune selling most of the cars bought in the Tucson area, is desperate to find out. He hires private eye Roscoe Brinker, a former INS agent manning the Nogales border until shots to his shoulder and hip, perhaps aimed at him by dirty INS agent Sanchez, forced him into retirement. He asks all the usual questions: Was she having an affair? Was her husband? Were drugs involved? Smarmy business associates? When everything seems to be squeaky clean, Brinker turns his attention to the 900 miles Mrs. Crain put on that new car in under a week, a clue that leads him back to the border, where Mrs. Crain volunteered at a kids’ shelter and Sanchez lurked nearby while a tart often sashayed into a neighboring lawyer’s office with a baby in her arms, left empty-handed, then was followed by a respectable anglo couple with a baby in their arms. Brinker ducks more shots aimed his way, but the local lawyer’s not so lucky, nor is his newscaster lover Dolores, who’s kidnapped at gunpoint.
A polished, fast-paced first from a lawyer who clearly knows his way around immunity grants, warrants, and grand juries.