I don't quite know what to make of Keye Street, yet another recovering alcohlic PI, this time working in Atlanta, Georgia. Sort of brought in to help her squeeze in the local Police Department in the hunt for - guess what? - a serial killer. Street is an ex-FBI profiler who is now a Bounty Hunter at the lower end of the market, working to pay the bills.
Still, it's not all bad. She finds any old bloke attractive enough to figure on going behind the bicyle sheds if she can and then sort of imagines all the women around her find her irrisistible - sexually, that is. Notwithstanding, the sub-theme of lesbianism creeps into the storytelling a little too often to be taken seriously.
Beneath all this gunge is a half-decent story and certainly, it's most unlikely you'll work out who is the killer. And, even if you do, you might be wrong. The killer has a sadistic way of killing the victims, well, which one doesn't? However, there are precious few clues and when the suspect is found, thanks to a rather odd coincidence, Street keeps on delving to find out the why, rather than the who.
Aaron Rauser, the Police Department aforesaid squeeze, seems a likeable chap, easy going, good at his job and a watching eye over Keye Street. This, inevitably, leads to a dilemma both socially and workwise, particularly when the killer begins to involve Street in the build up to the next killings and finds her friends a bit of a trouble.
It's quite a suspenseful book and certainly a good debut novel which, I hope, will lead to a clearer picture of just where we are with this rather itchy Private Investigator. She has a bunch of people around her, well, one or two who will probably grow with the next storyline, so I look forward to that.
Oh, this is the first time I've spotted a character in the book who also appears in the author's acknowledgments; the fact that she realises a sticky end doesn't, I hope, re-enact itself in real life.