Joe McGuire returns to the Boston PD from a leave of absence, is matched up as partner with his ex-lover's new boyfriend, and is sent off to Palm Springs to escort a murderer home. Except that the case doesn't make sense: every time McGuire's ex-partner, the paralyzed Ollie, feeds the names into his super computer, he's refused access--national security. In Palm Springs, the murderer is then murdered; McGuire's partner is seriously wounded; and someone is whispering weird messages to him in his motel room. Plus: a gorgeous, stupendously wealthy widow seduces McGuire, sort of, while the feds tail him, snipe at him, and abduct him to a secret Nevada nuclear-testing ground, where they try to get him off their case. Meanwhile, the mysterious widow departs, the loony whisperer inveigles McGuire to his hideaway, and a nuclear bomb that nobody wants to admit was stolen is detonated. Eventually, McGuire patches together the whole story of who stole it--but not in time: the last coverup is in place, which means McGuire is on the run, maybe forever, because he Knows Too Much. The plot takes too long to unwind, the characters are cookie- cutter clichÇ, and Canadian award-winner Reynolds (The Man Who Murdered God, And Leave Her Lay Dying) disappoints.