When murdered prostitutes start being found in Providence, made up to look like
dead angels, Detective Danny Martell is on the case. But when his wife, Linda,
disappears and then is found dead in what seems to be a copycat killing, his
involvement becomes much more personal.
This could have been a solid noir
thriller, but the protagonist, Martell, is absolutely vile. He barely mourns his
wife, his detection skills and work ethic are weak, and half the book seemed to
be given over to describing delicious sounding feasts of Italian food on Federal
Hill.
Should have been a cookbook- would have left the reader with more
satisfaction than the half-baked ending.
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