"Mordant, dynamic, rousing, effervescent, provocative and just plain good... Superior fiction, etched with a sharp, fierce, steely-and talented-pen."-Los Angeles Times When Skeeter Hodges is gunned down in a quiet black Washington, D. C., neighborhood, few mourn the loss. He was a vicious drug runner who took out his competition and intimidated witnesses into silence. To homicide detectives Frank Kearney and José Phelps, Skeeter got what he deserved.
Still, it's a murder, and that means a search for a killer-until their boss intervenes. He wants them to go back to some of those witnesses and see how many unsolved cases can be laid on Skeeter's grave-and make the department's numbers look good. But making the numbers and making a collar are two very different things. With the streets turning into killing fields, and the pressure growing, Kearney and Phelps must choose between following orders-and following their instincts...
"Mordant, dynamic, rousing, effervescent, provocative and just plain good... Superior fiction, etched with a sharp, fierce, steely-and talented-pen."-Los Angeles Times When Skeeter Hodges is gunned down in a quiet black Washington, D. C., neighborhood, few mourn the loss. He was a vicious drug runner who took out his competition and intimidated witnesses into silence. To homicide detectives Frank Kearney and José Phelps, Skeeter got what he deserved.
Still, it's a murder, and that means a search for a killer-until their boss intervenes. He wants them to go back to some of those witnesses and see how many unsolved cases can be laid on Skeeter's grave-and make the department's numbers look good. But making the numbers and making a collar are two very different things. With the streets turning into killing fields, and the pressure growing, Kearney and Phelps must choose between following orders-and following their instincts...