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Sometimes at Night
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5.0 • 3 Ratings
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- $6.99
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- $6.99
Publisher Description
When a former NYPD colleague is shot dead in front of him, private investigator Marshall Grade discovers there’s far more to the killing than meets the eye.
Ray Vialoux is in trouble. Big trouble. And he needs Marshall Grade’s help.
Reluctantly, Grade agrees to meet. Over dinner in a Brooklyn restaurant, he learns that his former NYPD colleague owes money – a lot of money – to the wrong people. But the conversation is cut short by gunfire, and suddenly Ray is lying dead on the restaurant floor.
As Marshall investigates the circumstances leading up to the murder, tracking down the drug dealers, bag men, bent cops and mob players within Ray’s orbit, it becomes clear there’s far more to the killing than a gambling debt. Just who is responsible for Vialoux’s death . . . and why? What secrets are his family hiding? And can Marshall find the answers before his own history marks him as the prime suspect?
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At the start of Sanders's underwhelming third mystery featuring New York PI Marshall Grade (after 2017's Marshall's Law), Marshall meets Ray Vialoux, a former NYPD narcotics detective, in an Italian restaurant in Brooklyn, where Vialoux confides he's amassed a sizable gambling debt that's being called in by capo Frank Cifaretti. The deadline for payment in full is in five days. Vialoux hopes Marshall, who once worked undercover to infiltrate the Mafia, can help, but their conversation's interrupted when someone fatally shoots Vialoux through the restaurant window. The investigating officers view Marshall with suspicion, especially after he discloses a past romantic relationship with Vialoux‘s widow. The gumshoe digs into possible alternate suspects for the killing, as Cifaretti had no reason to murder Vialoux before the deadline passed. Predictable violence follows before a yawn-worthy reveal. Cumbersome prose ("his MetroCard was two days from expiry, and for reasons inchoate but nonetheless compelling, he felt the need to maximize its usage during the final forty-eight hours of validity") is another minus. There are plenty of better gritty and grim PI mysteries set in contemporary New York.