S J Rozan is the pen name for Shira Judith Rosan. This novel is the ninth in her crime-mystery series built around New York private investigators Lydia Chin and Bill Smith, and it was published eight years after the previous one
Winter and Night (aka Blood Ties).
Estranged for months from fellow P.I. Bill Smith, Chinese-American private investigator Lydia Chin is brought in by colleague and former mentor Joel Pilarsky to help with a case that crosses continents, cultures, and decades. In Shanghai, excavation has unearthed a cache of European jewellery dating back to World War II, when Shanghai was an open city providing safe haven for thousands of Jewish refugees. The jewellery, identifed as having belonged to one such refugee - Rosalie Gilder - was immediately stolen by a Chinese official who fled to New York City. Hired by a lawyer specializing in the recovery of Holocaust assets, Chin and Pilarsky are told to find any and all leads to the missing jewels. However, Lydia soon learns that there is much more to the story than they've been told: The Shanghai Moon, one of the world's most sought after missing jewels, reputed to be worth millions, is believed to have been part of the same stash. Before Lydia can act on this new information, Joel Pilarsky is murdered, Lydia is fired from the case, and Bill Smith finally reappears on the scene. Now Lydia and Bill must unravel the truth about the Shanghai Moon and the events that surrounded its disappearance sixty years ago during the chaos of war and revolution, if they are to stop more killings and uncover the truth of what is going on today.
I struggled to finish this, as it turned out to be rather lighter and more airey-fairy than the kind of crime fiction I like. It's a very 'chatty' story with accordingly rather little in the way of narrative, imagery or in-depth character background. From an early stage I felt as I was watching a 1980s TV crime-soap, there is something distinctly old-fashioned in its flavour and style. Despite there being a murder early on, and the murder of someone dear to one of the central characters, I thought she recovered from the trauma of discovering the body unnaturally quickly and in fact she was laughing and joking with her estranged partner within hours. That seemed totally out of sorts with reality, and nullified the shock altogether. I'm no spring chicken but I found the overall style of writing to be out-of-date and borderline corny. It's not bad, and the underlying story is interesting and unusual, but the execution of the tale and the absence of any dark or sinister situations had me racing towards the conclusion not because I was hungry to find out the truth, but because I wanted to get it over and done with and read something grippier. I have another S J Rozan novel on my to-be-read shelf, on the evidence of Trail of Blood it could remain there for quite a long time.