Les Roberts (1) (1937–)

This is a fine series.

Memo to Les Roberts' publishers: you have a fine writer in Mr. Roberts, and you issue, in handsome and sturdy trade paperback editions (I originally read some of these titles in St. Martin's Press mass market paperbacks, so I definitely think you make nicer books), what appears to be his entire list. Why not invest what I imagine is a relatively modest sum in better proofreading and copy editing?

As I said previously, I admire this series, and this novel is one of the high points so far.

A fine entry in this under-recognized, underrated, and under-appreciated series.

When a crime novel opens with someone falling off a high bridge, you know it's going to end up at least casting doubt on the official suicide verdict. But, predictable plot apart, this turned out to be a decent run of the mill detective story, with a noir slant and a lot of entertaining local detail about Cleveland. Unnecessarily dated by rather too much naive astonishment about the dark world of the internet, though.