Although I enjoyed this one and the Marcus Corvinus novels are plotted better and more tightly, some kind of je ne sais quoi or spark is missing from the the more recent ones. There didn't seem to be the same élan. Maybe it could be the modern slangy language [a trademark of this series] is getting to be overdone. In this one, I noticed the author kept using the same expressions over and over. I will keep on reading the series, though for the plots, and will fill in with earlier novels I've missed.
In this one, Marcus is ordered by the local organized crime boss, Eutacticus, to find his stepson, Titus, who has run away from home. If Marcus doesn't comply, he'll "wish he'd never been born", in Eutacticus' words. So Marcus sets out to find the lad who is supposedly with his uncle's acting troupe. It's not such an easy job; the lad turns up dead with his slave, in an out-of-the-way grotto in Euctacticus' garden. Three more victims turn up in the course of the novel: a crooked accountant; another slave; and a vicious 'heavy', Laughing George. With Marcus' dogged sleuthing and his wife Perilla's astute insights, the crime boss finally declares the case closed. There's one more knot to tie up and Marcus just can't let it go. There's an attempt on Marcus' life down on the waterfront in Ostia, where Marcus is checking out ships and cargoes as mentioned in the dodgy accountant's records. The humorous domestic crisis at Marcus' home involved the painting of an avant garde mural on Marcus' triclinium wall--not to Marcus' taste at all. The plot was excellent, and I enjoy the same recurring characters. Maybe I'm just tiring of the author's writing style.