CLEAN HANDS

After a cellphone containing "hot documents" that spell trouble for a legally embroiled New York bank gets pickpocketed, the corporate law firm representing the bank turns to a government fixer with serious CIA experience to limit the damage.

The mobile device contains texts, emails, and memos revealing that the Calcott Corporation has been illicitly funneling money to a shell company in Oman. Should that information become public, it would tip the scales of a federal law suit Calcott is defending following a failed merger. The phone was swiped—or made to look like it was swiped—from a young lawyer on the team representing Calcott. Faced with recovering the phone and dealing with the shady parties into whose hands it's fallen, Elizabeth Carlyle, the imposing but easily unnerved head of the firm, calls upon glamorous ex–CIA case officer Valencia Walker to save the day. A problem-solver of high repute, Valencia traces the phone to three hustling Jewish Russian brothers in Brooklyn. They're easily enough dealt with, but the same can't be said of their powerful Uncle Yakov, whom neither they nor Valencia want to rub the wrong way. But Yakov proves to be small-time compared to the hidden schemers at work here. An enjoyably hard-boiled yarn streaked with noir effects, Hoffman's follow-up to Every Man a Menace (2016) is a skillfully orchestrated effort that achieves its most outlandish effects with nifty understatement. It is a book of constantly moving parts and constantly moving vehicles, as characters race across New York City to avert disaster. Ultimately, the author is less concerned with the human cost—little feeling is attached to characters' deaths—than the long reach of corruption in the modern era.

Crime fiction that gives chaos an entertaining ride.