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City of Devils #6
Moonlight Special
Los Angeles. Where the sun is bright, the beaches inviting, and the orange groves stretch to the horizon. Organized crime is a thing of the past, and these streets are the safest in the nation. Life is good in the City of Angels. That’s what they say, anyway.
The truth is that the mob owns the town, lock, stock, barrel. Honest police catch silver bullets, and the only way to survive is to be bought. Detective Frank Wolfman thought he could stay clean by getting a little dirty, but in the City of Devils, no one is half a sinner.
To save his friend, Frank must unearth every rotten decision he's ever made in his life and unravel the secret of a "moonlight special." But the answer is strangled in the oily tentacles of this town and the City of Devils keeps its secrets.
The truth is that the mob owns the town, lock, stock, barrel. Honest police catch silver bullets, and the only way to survive is to be bought. Detective Frank Wolfman thought he could stay clean by getting a little dirty, but in the City of Devils, no one is half a sinner.
To save his friend, Frank must unearth every rotten decision he's ever made in his life and unravel the secret of a "moonlight special." But the answer is strangled in the oily tentacles of this town and the City of Devils keeps its secrets.
316 pages, Paperback
Published March 11, 2024
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Justin Robinson
46 books149 followersMuch like film noir, Justin Robinson was born and raised in Los Angeles. He splits his time between editing comic books, writing prose and wondering what that disgusting smell is. Degrees in Anthropology and History prepared him for unemployment, but an obsession with horror fiction and a laundry list of phobias provided a more attractive option.
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November 16, 2023
I received an eARC from the publisher and let me tell you how glad I am that I did. It started years ago when the series editor tweeted something to the effect of "Is anybody interested in a mid-century noir comedy with monsters?" I could not unlimber myself of my hard earned lettuce fast enough. We lose a touch of the comedy in this one (just a touch, the laughs are still here, they're just...sadder sometimes). In this book, nothing comes without a cost.
Everything in Moonlight Special is delivered with the force of a prizefighter's haymaker, down to the last line. And even more than the book it calls back to (that'd be Wolfman Confidential), this one is all wolf, all the time. Robinson takes us nose first into the scents and smells of the City of Devils, all the grit and grime, the nightclub's swirling smoke, orange blossoms in the hills outside of town, now and then a hint of boudoir.
And blood.
Frank Wolfman (don't give him grief, he has his reasons for wearing a tag like that one) may be the last honest cop in the City of Devils. Heck, he might be the last honest cop alive anywhere the way he tells it. Like the rest of the LAPD in this story world, Frank was bitten and turned before the Night War. Now he spends his days closing homicide cases with all the fanfare that a jaded, guilt-ridden cop can muster. Frank knows the score and he knows he lost the game a long time ago, but that doesn't stop him from playing.
When an old partner with a missing wolf case lands on Frank's doorstep, the world goes pear-shaped everywhere he looks. Pretty soon he's ducking silver-slinging zombie gunsels, and is on a tear to find anything resembling a safe harbor. Aid arrives in the unlikely form of a certain meatstick with a knack for finding people.
Before the last hammer falls, enough blood will be spilled to fill the LA River. And Frank Wolfman might just figure out how to balance the scales in his favor for once.
Everything in Moonlight Special is delivered with the force of a prizefighter's haymaker, down to the last line. And even more than the book it calls back to (that'd be Wolfman Confidential), this one is all wolf, all the time. Robinson takes us nose first into the scents and smells of the City of Devils, all the grit and grime, the nightclub's swirling smoke, orange blossoms in the hills outside of town, now and then a hint of boudoir.
And blood.
Frank Wolfman (don't give him grief, he has his reasons for wearing a tag like that one) may be the last honest cop in the City of Devils. Heck, he might be the last honest cop alive anywhere the way he tells it. Like the rest of the LAPD in this story world, Frank was bitten and turned before the Night War. Now he spends his days closing homicide cases with all the fanfare that a jaded, guilt-ridden cop can muster. Frank knows the score and he knows he lost the game a long time ago, but that doesn't stop him from playing.
When an old partner with a missing wolf case lands on Frank's doorstep, the world goes pear-shaped everywhere he looks. Pretty soon he's ducking silver-slinging zombie gunsels, and is on a tear to find anything resembling a safe harbor. Aid arrives in the unlikely form of a certain meatstick with a knack for finding people.
Before the last hammer falls, enough blood will be spilled to fill the LA River. And Frank Wolfman might just figure out how to balance the scales in his favor for once.
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