I've always found Los Angeles the perfect setting for crime novels: the sprawling city of contrasting seediness and glitz, mean streets and the meaner people living in them, plastic Hollywood sleaze mixing with the grit of rundown residential hotels, suntanned surfers and sunburned loners of the eastern high desert. Raymond Chandler started it all and is still the master, Robert Crais does LA best today (though some - not me - would argue Michael Connolly), but give Scott Frost credit - "Never Fear" stacks right in there with the best of LA noir.
Alex Delillo is a Pasadena homicide detective who is told that a body found in the LA River is that of her brother. Problem is, Delillo doesn't have a brother - or at least she didn't think so - leading her down a path uncovering the shady past of her long-estranged father, a serial killer of nearly two decades ago, and the obligatory crooked cops of the LAPD. This is an intelligent and complex novel, which, if there is a problem with Scott Frost's second novel, it is the sheer volume of subs, subplots, and distractions. Poor Alex, who's only recently recovering from a psycho's failed attempt to blow up her daughter, must now deal with a dead brother she's never met, a dad who may have been a serial killer, a neurotic mother, while facing down what feels at time like the entire Los Angeles police force. And somebody's trying to kill her - again. Meanwhile, the hills of LA are burning, threatening to take the entire city down. Got all that?
So yeah, this is ambitious, but it works, and kept me pretty much glued to the pages to the flaming end. Frost is a screenwriter, and it shows in the rapid pace that doesn't tolerate boredom, delivered in the hip, comfortable style you'd expect from LA. This was my first Scott Frost, but it's good enough for me to go back and check out his well-received debut, "Run the Risk".