FLAGRANT FOULS

“Big-time college sports is a cesspool,” according to New York City private investigator Elgin O’Brien—but he still decides to wade into it on behalf of a grieving father in O’Connor and Stout’s mystery novel.

When the homicide of college basketball player Teddy Malone lands on his desk, Elgin—a former professional b-ball player-turned-PI—is keen to prove that there was a motive behind the seemingly random shooting. There are no suspects in the murder, which occurred in midtown Manhattan, and Elgin soon uncovers that Teddy wasn’t the happy-go-lucky rising star that some claimed. His skills had been going downhill, despite what his head coach, Chris Corsito, says; the coach, whom Elgin, knows, considers himself a god at St. Stephen’s University—one too powerful to topple. After Elgin discovers that Teddy had a gambling addiction, it raises concerns about possible debts or game-fixing—which are only compounded when fentanyl is discovered in his bedroom. The case takes another turn when Elgin conducts interviews at a basketball camp and deems someone there to be a suspect—but there’s no obvious evidence, beyond the person’s guilty behavior. However, as Elgin gets closer to the truth, he’s offered a bribe to forget the whole thing, and Elgin’s girlfriend, actress Monique Montgomery, faces danger, as well. Despite all this, the PI continues to gather evidence and uncovers that some other people may have helped to enable terrible crimes. Elgin’s efforts lead to revelations of a very disturbing nature.

Although the book is set in the present day, the style and tropes of the story vividly recall the fast-paced adventures of decades-old detective stories. Elgin is sharp as a tack, although he’s sometimes cagy about it, and he has a dark past of his own that fuels his drive to discover the truth at all costs. Much of the investigation consists of interviews, and the quip-filled dialogue gives life to the story, and to Elgin as a character. Lines such as “I’ll find the shooter…but I’m not an executioner. I don’t deal in revenge” plunge the reader into the sometimes-melodramatic world of a crime-ridden New York City. Large sections of uninterrupted and unattributed dialogue disrupt the pace at times, but for the most part, the Q&A’s remain entertaining, thanks to Elgin’s strong voice. Along the way, the protagonist attempts to grapple with the money-driven world of professional basketball: “It’s really about power protecting power,” he reluctantly concludes. It’s a hard-hitting message, and the vast conspiracy that drives the story is effectively horrific, even if it sometimes pushes the bounds of credulity; it seems unlikely that Elgin would happen upon a suspect and expose a massive secret so easily. He’s also personally threatened with violence before he seems to pose any real threat, and what Monique faces is not difficult to foresee. That said, readers will find it easy to immerse themselves in O’Connor and Stout’s fictional world, and they’ll judge Elgin to be a compelling guide.

An engaging whodunit with a hero with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind.