by Brian M Wiprud
Cover Artist: Photo: Richie Fahey
Review by Joseph B. Hoyos
Minotaur Books Hardcover ISBN/ITEM#: 9780312601881
Date: 08 June 2010 List Price $24.99 Amazon US / Amazon UK / Show Article /
Standing 6' 6" and weighing 270 pounds, Tommy Davin is an intimidating man who works in the Corporate Recovery of rare works of art. Because he owes loan shark Vince Scanlon $15,000, Tommy hires three "goofballs" (Frank, Huey, and Kootie) to steal three rare paintings from Brooklyn's Whitbread Museum. He hopes that Max, an insurance agent for United Southern Assurance, will pay him one hundred grand to recover them. Unfortunately, someone steals the paintings from the three goofballs.
Tommy has one week to find the paintings and pay Vince. To make matters worse, those involved in the art theft begin dying, their heads literally exploding when a sniper shoots them during broad daylight on Brooklyn's crowded streets. Soon afterwards, a powerful mobster, Jimmy Robay, and two detectives, Doh and Crispi, suspect Tommy of the killings. A colorful group of people aid Tommy during his struggles to stay alive while solving the mystery of the stolen artwork; they include his hired snoop, Blaise Jones, his lawyer, Carol Doonan, his thirteen-year-old nephew, Skip, his masseuse, Delilah, and Bridget, a prostitute.From official release/information:
Product Description: Tom Davin's business is a bit unusual--he finds stolen art and sells it back to its owners for a good penny--until he uncovers a devious plot and finds himself on the run from a vicious Russian assassin.
Tom Davin is a Brooklyn insurance investigator in a jam. He arranged an art theft to cover a debt--only somebody swiped the paintings from his crew. Now the insurance company wants him to investigate his own art theft; the local bookie wants his money; his crew in the neighborhood is targeted by a sniper; both the mob and the cops think he's the shooter; and his girlfriend split and stuck him with four cats that are redecorating his apartment. Six-foot-six Tommy nimbly navigates his troubles and Brooklyn with the help of tantric yoga, his father's aphorisms, and a comely masseuse. But the question remains: do good things happen to good people? The answer lurks in a fiery Brooklyn scrap yard.
(Source: Minotaur Books)