Sharon McCone no longer works for the legal cooperative where she started her career. She has opened her new private investigations company, and her first employee is her high-school-aged nephew, Mick.
Her first client is T. J. Gordon. When she knew the guy from her college days, McCone knew him as “Suits” Jordon. He buys troubled companies, flips them, and resells them. He’s looking at a piece of land he could develop on San Francisco’s waterfront. He has come to Sharon because he’s sure someone has tried to kill him repeatedly.
She takes the case, but not long after she does, Suits vanishes. But even before he vanishes, a terrible explosion rocks his house, and his wife, who looks a great deal like McCone, dies in the blast. Suits tries to buy McCone off by sending her the check in the amount they had agreed on. But McCone and his wife, Anna, had become friends during the brief time they spent together, and McCone redoubled her efforts to track down the woman’s killer.
I enjoyed this more as we surged to the end. And what an ending it is. Stil, McCone’s character leaves me disquieted. Not so much so that I refused to download the latest book in the series, but still, there’s something about her—her politics, her prickly way of dealing with people, I don’t know. Kinsey Millhone is a humanitarian compared to this woman.