A wickedly funny private eye novel set in the dark underbelly of New York City, where the worlds of Broadway and organized crime meet
When it comes to tracking down teen runaways, there is no private investigator in New York City better than streetwise Benji Golden. But his newest client is Morrie Frankel, the last of the great Broadway showmen. Morrie's current extravaganza, a lavish $65 million musical adaptation of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, is the biggest unfolding disaster the Great White Way has ever seen. Rumor has it, if he doesn't find a deep-pocketed "angel," or investor, soon, he might go down and take the production with him.
Morrie thought he had found such an investor in hedge fund billionaire R.J. Farnell, who promised to keep the teetering production afloat. But Farnell and his $12 million have vanished. Benji tracks Farnell to his girlfriend, Jonquil Beausoleil, who turns the investigation on its head. When Morrie is found gunned down on 42nd Street, Benji finds himself smack in the middle of a high-profile murder investigation, and he'll have to pierce through a lot of Broadway gossip before he can find the killer.
Phantom Angel is the next entertaining installment in David Handler's newest mystery series, sure to delight both old and new fans of this award--winning, unique voice in crime fiction.
The world of Broadway provides the backdrop for Handler's effervescent second Benji Golden mystery (after 2013's Runaway Man). The biggest of big producers, Morrie Frankel, has need of Benji's firm, Golden Legal Services, founded by his former-police-detective father and former-pole-dancer mother. Morrie is desperate to find his billionaire angel (that's Broadway for backer) for his troubled musical version of Wuthering Heights. Benji's only hope is to locate the angel's supposed girlfriend, a sweet, na ve Louisiana runaway, one Jonquil "Boso" Beausoleil. The madras-shorts clad, Ethel Merman loving, 20-something Benji is a most unlikely sleuth, but he's a smart one, and he's surrounded by a slew of flesh-and-blood New Yorkers, ranging from a sexy gossip monger to a tender, handsome urban farmer. With pitch-perfect dialogue that's often hilarious (especially the running joke about Alvin and the Chipmunks) leading up to Benji's Sherlock moment of a reveal, this entry is a wacky delight.