San Francisco detective Kate Gillespie has no idea the hornet's nest she's about to stir up when she goes on TV, pleading for leads in a three-year-cold murder case. Soon she has an intriguing lead from a "Jane Doe" that puts Kate at the scene of a bank robbery/murder in progress. The bank robbery offers a clue--bullets that came from the same gun as the cold-case murder.
Soon Kate is knee-deep in a colorful cast of characters and suspects--a sexy gangster; the gangster's ex-wife, who goes by several different aliases and is currently missing; the ex-wife's transexual brother, "Louise"; the dead banker's non-grieving widow. Then there are the good guys, including her potential lover, Mike Torrance, formerly with the San Francisco police and now the FBI, and his oddly unemotional and far-too-pretty partner.
This book is nonstop action--driving here, questioning this suspect, tracing phone records, fingerprints, background checks, car chases, shootings, stalkings. It's a great deal of fun. And if I occasionally got lost in the complex twists and turns of the plot--there were some convoluted scenes with name after name after name thrown out until my head spun--most of the time I didn't care that I didn't know what was going on. I certainly gave up trying to figure it out and assumed all would be explained, which it was.
Kate Gillespie is a likeable, competent, no-nonsense heroine with just that hint of feminine vulnerability that makes me relate to her. I look forward to the next installment of her relationship with Torrance.