New York Detective Armand DiPino is back home in San Francisco. A bullet to the head has left him with Transitory Partial Amnesia. He meets Emily an old flame and becomes involved in a human trafficking case in which her powerful father is the prime suspect. The case ensnares his own family and DiPino fights to unravel the conspiracy that got him shot in the first place. Only now he doesn’t recognize his killers who stalk him as he retraces the same leads.
This was a book that took a while to hook me. The confusion at the beginning of the book may have been a device to draw you into the turmoil Armand experiences when he feels like he is in the middle of a play but no one gave him the script. He has partial amnesia thanks to being shot. How this injury fits into the mysteries he is trying to unwind only becomes clear much later in the book. Armand has returned home to help with the settling of his recently deceased grandfather's estate. To say there are skeletons in this closet would be an understatement. It's a virtual cemetary of skeletons. Interwoven into the mystery is Armand's first love and his family. No one, except perhaps one character is all black or white. Law enforcement, organized crime, sexual slavery, murders and mayhem are swirl around the story. By the final quarter of the book, it was hard to put it down. It had a very exciting finish and a fitting denouement. I would recommend this book and happily would read other stories about these characters.