Finally, brawny Miami lawyer Jake Lassiter gets to spend some time in the courtroom--only this time he's the defendant. It all begins when Jake springs his smarmy client Louis (Blinky) Baroso on a routine fraud charge, then finds Blinky's less successful co-defendant dangling from Jake's living-room ceiling fan. For some reason, the cops suspect Jake, and they get a bench warrant for his arrest after Blinky--having admitted to Jake that he did list him as general counsel to Rocky Mountain Treasures, his latest get-poor scheme--disappears from a planned rendezvous, leaving behind only (1) $75,000 in scammed revenues he's salted Jake's bank account with; (2) a belligerent second Rocky Mountain partner, one Kit Carson Cimarron; (3) Blinky's nubile sister Josie, a prosecutor who used to share Jake's bed, but now shares Cimarron's; and (4) a nasty dark smear on his car seat. Never one to avoid digging himself in still deeper, Jake jets with his newly identified nephew Kip, a funny brat who has a tag line from every movie since Anna Christie, out to Aspen, where he'll exchange words and blows with Cimarron shortly before he avoids extradition to Florida by getting put on trial for his murder. Unless you're the Colorado judiciary, there's never any doubt whodunit--but Levine's sixth (Slashback, 1995, etc.) provides some fast, furious fun along the way.