Although I’m sure I’ve said this before, Peter Swanson cannot write a bad story. He writes from a plain, bold, matter-of-fact perspective that lends impartial brutality and tension to every scene. This one may have been a bit too sexy for my taste, but this didn’t stop me from flying through those pages to see just where the hell the mystery was going. If anything, I can confirm it may have ended a little abruptly. Nevertheless, I’d be surprised to see a day where I decline to pick up another Swanson tale. He’d have to try really hard, that’s for sure.