The only time Guy McCann stops talking is when he’s downing scotch. Guy was a hot-shot attorney for the West Coast mafia until he got cold feet and split town, earning a target on his head. Now he’s lying low in Las Vegas, giving back-room legal advice to second-rate crooks while pining over his old girlfriend Blair, a syndicate working girl with a razor wit and zero inhibitions.
When Blair is committed to a psychiatric ward, Guy is drawn back to the dangerous underworld of Los Angeles. Next thing he knows, Blair has escaped from the hospital and Guy’s former mafia associates are on her trail, with Guy caught in the crossfire.
Enter Dr. Happy, a mob physician dissatisfied with performing hotel room surgeries. Suspecting Blair holds a secret that might be their ticket to freedom from the syndicate, Dr. Happy forces his unsolicited assistance and callous bedside manner onto Guy. With the not-so-good doctor in tow, Guy follows Blair’s demented trail of breadcrumbs through nightclubs and major league ballparks, pursued by a switchblade-happy mafioso with a penchant for disembowelment. All Guy wants is to survive long enough to find Blair, but she may not want to be found.
I really enjoyed reading the book. It’s quite a page turner. It looks like the cliffhanger at the end is set up for a sequel, which I look forward to reading.