Warning to Yorkshire malefactors: Leah Hunter fights back! The raspy Bramfield tax inspector who survived buggings, muggings, and assaults with deadly vehicles in her debut (File Under: Deceased, 1993) isn't giving up her search for Andy Howe, who hasn't been seen since a flash party at his ex-rocker employer Dean Wilde's. Somebody -- presumably Wilde or his secret partner, Robert Cresswell, who owns the Lakeside Country Club and the ill-connected rock club Bloomers -- really wants Hunter off the case. But even though she gets one timid informant about the party killed and discovers another corpse herself, she soldiers on, aided by the raffish friends -- a local PI, a martial arts instructor, an auto mechanic -- who substitute for the official connections she only wishes she had. Even when her in-your-face sleuthing finally leads her from the local music-and-drugs scene to some deadly IRA bully-boys, you can put your money on the lady, who sends one assailant directly to jail, leaves another knocked out in a parking lot as she drives off, and -- well, you don't even want to hear about the fate of the killer who thought taking her out personally would close the case. Lacey still has trouble putting together a coherent plot; but scene by scene, wisecrack by wisecrack, Hunter is a terrifically entertaining guide through this walk on the seamy side.