For the third time in a row, Patrick Downey delivers the goods in his chronicle of the crime scene in Prohibition era New York. This time the subject of his research is the unlamented Jack "Legs" Diamond, the Big Apple's answer to Al Capone. Downey leaves no stone unturned in this engrossing study of one of the period's most fascinating figures, although it becomes clear in these pages that Legs' notoriety may have falsely inflated the actual power he wielded among his peers. As mobster and Diamond foe Salvatore Spitale put it, "He was the most overrated guy I ever knew." Maybe so, but it cannot be disputed that Diamond symbolized the glitz and glitter of the Prohibition Era, openly carrying on an extramarital affair with showgirl "Kiki" Roberts, shooting up a Broadway speakeasy called the Hotsy-Totsy Club (yes, that was its real name) and himself having been shot and left for dead so many times that the New York Times dubbed him the "human ammunition dump for the underworld." Tracing Legs' life back to his birthplace in Philadelphia in 1898, we learn that Diamond's real name was, in fact, Diamond, even though a number of his biographers have erroneously stated that it was Nolan or Moran. Moreover, despite the fact that it has been widely reported that the first of four unsuccessful attempts on Diamond's life occurred in October, 1924, the author, citing a New York Post article, puts the actual date at July 1, 1925. Downey's account of Diamond's final hours is riveting, and his epilogue regarding what became of many of those in Legs' orbit after his assassination is probably the most comprehensive report written to date (even as far as describing the stomach contents of Vincent Coll after he was himself shot to death, based on the coroner's report). I could go on and on, but from a personal standpoint I find myself easily bored with long reviews, so I'll spare you. But if you're into true crime, especially of the period in question, it's a sure bet you'll enjoy this book.