In “Murder Charge,” the plot set-up is so goofy that most readers will figure the writers can’t pull this one off. The idea is just too cute to work. Harry Blue, an old time syndicate guy from back East has come to provincial San Diego to organize the vice activity. The syndicate has for too long sat on the San Diego sidelines without a piece of the action.
But when Harry comes to town and that day gets shot in the street, Lieutenant Clapp and the local FBI liaison notice that Harry Blue and private eye Max Thursday bear an uncanny resemblance except Harry could grow a mustache and part his hair the other way. Why not send Thursday undercover and replace Harry for a few days and maybe blow the lid off the whole operation?
Harry is barely prepared and has little clue what’s going on or who Harry has spoken to so Thursday ad libs it. The police protection can’t be used when the syndicate in Los Angeles sends a bruiser of their own to protect Harry, Fletch, who takes whatever Harry (or Thursday posing as Harry) literally and becomes a one man wrecking crew. And that’s before Harry’s real but barely out of high school wife appears and nearly blows Thursday’s cover.
There are no end to the awkward situations Thursday finds himself in, swimming against the current on his own and being double crossed at every opportunity. And, for kicks, the parties who tried to take Harry off the board are still gunning for him (or for Thursday pretending to be Harry). And, if those parties ever get wind that Thursday is not really Harry, Thursday himself will be a target.
‘Wade Miller” did a great job with this one, offering a hard boiled but slightly offbeat darkly ironic crime story.