Out of the four Alyson Books anthologies I've read (two SF and fantasy, one horror, and, now, one thriller) this one is by far the most consistently competent, and I wasn't expecting to like it at all. Mystery isn't for me, but pretty much none of these are whodunits.
The best story, Street People, belongs to the book's editor, Michael Nava. It's also the longest, giving its characters time to develop. It immediately gave me that this-writer-knows-what-he's-doing feeling. It's also really heavy, dealing with childhood sexual abuse, forced prostitution, AIDS, and grimey street life. It's yet another story about someone overcoming trauma and learning not to blame themselves for it, and I've realized that really is my vibe.
Richard Hall's Death Writes a Story does a beautiful job of flipping the script on the reader. The perspective character seems okay at first, but gets worse and worse, slowly moving from protagonist to antagonist, until his hypocrisy hits a fever-pitch and you desperately want him to fail.
Vincent Lardo's All About Steve is a fun bit of showbiz backstabbing and ladder climbing. Katherine V. Forrest's Jessie is a solid cop thriller, but I didn't love the multiple perspectives. Phil Andros's Death and the Tattoo (one of two hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold stories) is a bit too goofy for me, and the killers motives are pretty ridiculous, but it's readable.
Like the horror collection I'd previously read, the specter of AIDS hovers darkly. In Alan Irwin's Skip, a man assumes the identity of someone who died of AIDS to hide his criminal past. Safe sex is bluntly mentioned in multiple stories, as are references to distant characters who'd died of AIDS.
Only two of the eight stories fell totally flat for me.
Gerald Libonati's Reunion was out-of-place as the only story with a supernatural element, with its clunky and groan-inducing understanding of reincarnation.
Ivy Burrowes's sparsely-written Terminal Anniversary was too short for the amount of characters it throws at you, leaving not one to have an impact, and has a twist too reminiscent of Psycho.
3.5, rounded up.