This is, in many ways, one of the worse novels I have ever read. Ostensibly it's a detective story set in Luxembourg, which begins with the suicide of a porn-making stripper and concludes with the discovery of some Nazi gold. The twist that Robinson adds to the mix is that he has a character who solves the mysteries alongside the police.
What, on the surface, appears to be a mildly interesting plot that could allow for some intriguing set pieces is undone to a blistering degree by the sheer ineptitude of Robinson's writing. The civilian relies on nothing other then luck and coincidence to solve the plot (once would be forgivable but over and over and over again?). Every other female character is described as "stunning" without any further explanation and don't even begin to get me started on the dialogue - it's awful.
As a reviewer I am aware that it is too easy to take pot shots with no fear of reprisal, so do let me say that I have the utmost respect for Robinson for getting a novel printed - heck, he is on my bookshelf which is a lot more than I can lay claim to. However, respect aside - it does very much feel the like the first novel that the blurb tells me it is. Unfortunately for Robinson it feels like a first novel that an eleven-year-old may have come up with.