New Orleans Detective Skip Langton (Crescent City Kill, 1997, etc.), is targeted by a sniper, assigned to head up the task force looking into cemetery-statue theft, and still determined to catch her old nemesis, master criminal Earl Jacomine.
What’s the dastardly Jacomine been up to? Well, extensive reconstruction work has given him a noble chin and a dashing hairline; voice coaching has made him sound mildly British, and a deal with his media-savvy first wife Rosemary has landed him on cable TV, where, as “Mr. Right,” he is much admired for solving intractable problems for a harassed citizenry. His current wife, Dallas socialite Kate, would be flummoxed if she’d seen his real résumé or learned that his son Daniel is in the slammer and his grandson Isaac’s girlfriend Terri has been caught kiting checks. A scheduled TV session between “Mr. Right” and Terri leads to a contract put out on Isaac. Drawing the interest of the Feds and Skip, Isaac winds up in a deadly conflagration engineered by a pair of duped women. While Jacomine’s relatives obliterate each other, Skip enlists her best friends, a sort of extended family, in a sting of the cemetery thieves until, for the moment, all the sociopaths and psychopaths in Orleans Parish are quieted down.
Busy, busy, busy, that’s our Skip, who now seems (dare we say?) a tad drab when compared to her author’s other series sleuth, the flamboyant Talba Wallis.