Raymond Austin, a neat, discreet banker, was Jesse Falkenstein’s client. Jesse should only have been concerned with Austin’s wife, Tamar, because she was being sued for divorce. But then Tamar is found dead, so Jesse has to find out a lot more about her and her friends: Lee Davenport, the golden haired tenor, Grafton, Eddie, O’Riordan — and a lot of other men, stretching back into her past and around her so recently in her spotlit present. And some women, too. ‘My favourite American crime-writer’ New York Herald Tribune