A new one (i.e., the second to appear originally in hardcover) and even if the story leaves something to be desired, McGee of course does not as two young women put themselves in his soothing to stimulating hands -- the first leaving a box with $94,000 in bills before her apartment is trashed and she is killed. All of this involves a busy operation in grass and there are five chainsmoked fatalities before the air is cleared. . . . Assume and you won't be wrong that McGee no longer needs a vehicle -- he just emanates like Brut.