A pretty good series entry for a pretty good series -- one that feels like it ought to turn into a Netflix thing. Cal Claxton, our ex-DA with a social conscience, depleted bankbook, happy dog and rotating girlfriend issues, helps his Cuban PI friend find the killer of his fiancee. But, this time, he shares his first person narration with the point of view of a street urchin and daring graffiti artist, who witnesses a murder through no fault of her own. Naturally, they all end up working the same case, and the tension is less around whodunnit, and more can our hero Cal keep our personable little fearless street girl from getting killed by the right wing bad actors.
Really, this is 3.5 stars, for the skilled execution of a somewhat ordinary plot, but downgraded some because of its protracted solution. Got to say, though, that this series has food descriptions that begin to rival the Rex Stout books featuring Nero Wolfe.