One of the staple themes of noir is the average man thrown in the midst of a large crime, usually thanks to some yummy woman who comes out of nowhere. James hits all of these right on the head as Nick, a struggling saxophone player, is drawn into the schemes of his schoolboy crush, who shows up out of the blue one day. When she is apparently killed while sneaking around a meat-processing plant taking photos, her getaway driver Nick comes under the heavy attention of the police, as well as that of some very sinister folks who refuse to identify themselves.
As he pokes into the matter a little bit-not convinced that she fell accidentally into a meat grinder-he starts encountering some very nasty animal rights ..., as well as a bizarre semi-cult of all-natural beauty product saleswomen. It becomes clear that someone doesn't like his poking around and the apathetic musician must now tread very lightly in his new role as amateur detective. Meanwhile, he's also dealing with the ups and downs of his band's fortunes, which strike an rather off-key note in most of their chapters. It's still pretty decent attempt to write a modern noir, with all the ecoterrorist and ... multinational corporation activity at the center of the book and Glastonbury as a climactic setting.
The crime, once revealed, is also classic noir, and so is the ending-unfortunately, the clues are rather too obvious for any reader to be surprised by the "shocking" twist at the end. ...Instead of this creating suspense (as in a Hitchcock film, for example), it merely makes the proceedings seem a bit tedious as one keeps waiting for Nick to figure it out.