If you want a tourist guide to the grand old buildings of NY, Fairstein is fast becoming the expert.
On the other hand if you want a good crime story, you'd do far better to go back to her first four books.
In this one Cooper sees live people and bodies wash ashore from a human trafficking boat; I wouldn't have thought they'd bring people ashore in such a travelled stretch of water. Some women among the group are tattooed like slave brands and we are reminded that the founding wealth of NY came partly from 'black ivory'. Three oldtime grand mansions are involved, one the Mayoral mansion, in rather forced linkages. We see that Cooper apparently doesn't prosecute ordinary cases for ordinary women anymore, they have to be involved with the rich and famous. This makes it much harder to like her.
Some slimy men are on the scene and we get a lot of politicking, name-dropping and face-saving. Tedious.
The conveniently absent French boyfriend is conveniently completely absent in France.
And the usual two detectives are on hand, unchanged.
I've said before that I would like to see Cooper going to visit her friend in California, where like all police on holiday she would immediately stumble over dead bodies, and she would have to solve the crime alone and without her resources. But Fairstein is probably too set in her ways and in the history books to be that brave.