That rascal Lovejoy never could resist the ladies, so it's only natural that when Gash put the antiquer/swindler/raconteur aside after 19 adventures (The Possessions of a Lady, 1996, etc.), he'd turn to an even more devout worshipper of female charm. In the case of his new hero, an illicit escort calling himself Bonn, an ex-seminarian capable of transforming himself into every woman's fantasy, devotion is essential to professional success. But Dr. Clare Burtonall, the physician who wants to pay for Bonn's time, isn't looking for fantasy; she recognizes Bonn as a witness to a traffic fatality from which the victim's briefcase disappeared--a briefcase that a courier duly delivered that night to her husband Clifford. Was insurance agent Leonard Mostern's death nothing more than an unfortunate accident? What does Clifford have to do with it? What will Clare make of the knowledge that the efficient Bonn, who ``talk[s] like a fairground guess-your-weight machine,'' is rapidly amassing for her? And is it really true that her relationship with this suave gigolo has no room for fantasy after all? A smooth, sexy suspenser fortified by Gash's trademark bits of frantically dispensed inside information about prostitution, cardiology, and car bombs. The alternation between Clare's and Bonn's points of view produces an effervescent effect of Lovejoy and sparkling water. The promised series is cause for rejoicing.