Pages 1-140 James Lee Burke in gritty New Orleans. Dave Robicheaux, unhappy at the slapdash way the murder of a black prostitute is handled, gets himself involved in a much more serious case than he imagined. Nicaragua, Sandinistas, drug money, ATF agents (Fitzpatrick), sadists, a sketchy partner (Cletus)--lots going on, and all of it handled deftly. Burke is not your spare writer. He goes for broke with everything--plot, character, language, setting. I generally prefer the sparse writing style, but you've got to admire the way Burke puts it all out there: "This is what I've got; all of it. I'm not hiding with implied anything ." On tourists: "Families strolled down Bourbon Street, cameras hanging from their necks, as though they were on a visit to the zoo." Exchange with bad guy: "I'm the guy you never thought you'd see, just a vague figure in your mind you could laugh about getting snuffed. I've sort of showed up like a ba...