I enjoyed this, I like the characters and the relatively slow burn of the plot. It was, however, weird that in the resolution of secondary aspects of the plot there's a message of "while some cops are corrupt the institution can be saved through self-correction". That was especially jarring in a book about queer men in the 1950s. It’s always dicey for me when a protagonist has a relative who is a cop, especially when that relative is portrayed as being "one of the good ones". On its own the story could be fine, but it ends up contributing to this overall social trend of copaganda in fiction, whether accidentally or intentionally.