The NYPD has a secret they'd like to keep in the past.
Detective Jack Kenny doesn't like keeping secrets.
Conservative, stubborn, and frustrated by institutional red tape, Detective Jack Kenny solves crimes the old-fashioned way. If there's anything that thirty-plus years in the NYPD--or being born into a family of Irish Catholic cops--teaches you, it's that good police officers need little more than a badge, a six-shot revolver, and some seasoned street smarts to get the answers they need. Kenny's partner, the young, beautiful, and technologically savvy Carmen Romero, believes that computers--not hunches--are the key to identifying and catching today's toughest criminals. Together, Kenny and Romero make a pairing as fiery as it is effective.
But when a new witness to the grisly, thirty-year-old "Bronx Barber" murder comes forward, linking the brutal slashing of a prostitute with an NYPD stag party gone wild, the duo's skills and loyalties are put to the test like never before. Suddenly, Jack's long-deceased first partner is implicated in the crime, and an unpaid debt drives the veteran detective to get to the heart of a secret that the NYPD would prefer to leave in its past.
With pressure escalating and time running out, Kenny and Romero's frantic search for truth will put their careers, reputations, and lives at stake. Along the way, they'll learn just how strong the ties that bind New York's Finest really are.
Coleman's literary gifts, last seen in Gun Church, are nowhere on display in this clich -ridden kickoff to a procedural/whodunit series co-written with retired NYPD detective Roe. The unsolved 1976 murder of Angelina Reyes, a stripper and prostitute known as Angel Dancer, near the Throgs Neck Bridge returns to view in 2008 after a witness comes forward to name Det. Jack Kenny's deceased ex-partner, Tony "Gee" Giambello, as the killer. Although Kenny thinks little of his crooked former colleague, whom he knows attended a police stag party at which Angelina entertained shortly before her death, he doesn't believe that Tony was the straight razor-wielding "Bronx Barber." It only bolsters his skepticism when someone makes a heavy-handed attempt to scare him off from digging too deeply. The paucity of surprises and the trite plot will disappoint fans of Coleman's superb Moe Prager novels (Hurt Machine, etc.).