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When Sheba Miller, literary agent and downtown doyenne, is found dead in a bar on Staten Island, Ken can't wait to investigate. He hustles...
When Sheba Miller, literary agent and downtown doyenne, is found dead in a bar on Staten Island, Ken can't wait to investigate. He hustles Jay onto the Staten Island Ferry and into adventure. Then Sheba's tell-all memoir surfaces. It's a catalog of white nights with hot artists and liquid lunches with idiot publishers. Jay's the idiot-in-chief, but he's not alone. It's a good thing that Sheba's dead, because half of literary New York is ready to kill her.
That's not the only manuscript in town and Ken's not the only amateur sleuth. Sheba's old friends and lovers and the junior members of Ars Longa are all ready and willing to explore New York City and beyond in search of authors, books, killers, and a killer martini.
Posted December 30, 2012
This is a very pleasant mystery with enough complications that one is never certain of the culprit until it's revealed by a combination
of amateur sleuthing and police work. The story has enough interesting characters, some likable, some not, to make the story more
interesting than just finding the murderer, my particular favorite was Leni.