This is my second time reading this novel and, to be honest, I didn't enjoy it as much as I remembered from the first time around. Part of the problem is the protagonist, Elvis Cole, who is a relentless, non-stop smartass. I almost always enjoy a good smartass private detective, but the problem is that Cole (or his creator) seems to have absolutely no sense of proportion. The guy never lets up and is constantly mouthing off at times that seem completely inappropriate. By the time I was a third of the way into the book again, it was really starting to annoy me.
I was also bothered by the fact that Cole's investigation of this case seemed to rely on a lot of blind luck and not on any particularly great investigative skills. As the book opens, a wealthy businessman comes to Cole's office with his female executive assistant. A very valuable Japanese artifact has been stolen from the guy's home and, even though the police are also on the job, the assistant has heard that Cole has a great reputation and convinces her boss that he should hire Cole as well.
Cole's response is to insult and belittle the guy right from the start, leaving any rational reader to wonder why the guy wouldn't just walk out the door. Also, why would an apparently successful businessman walk into Cole's office and see his Jiminy Cricket figurines, his Mickey Mouse phone, his Spider-Man mug, and his Pinocchio clock and ever assume that this is a detective that he should take seriously? In your wildest dreams can you imagine Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe with a Spider-Man mug on his desk?
Against all logic, the guy still hires Cole who recruits his partner, Joe Pike, and off they go, generally just barging around, hoping that this will somehow lead them to the missing artifact. Along the way, there will be a kidnapping and Cole and Pike will basically respond to that in the same way. At several points along the way, there will be moments when any logical person, including a P. I. would call the cops and get them involved. Of course Elvis is not going to do this and, rather than yanking his license, the cops won't seem to mind his negligence at all.
Stretching credulity even further, Cole drives a vintage, bright yellow Corvette. And yet he's constantly following people around and staking out their houses, sometimes for hours on end, and nobody ever notices that he's been three cars behind them for the last hour!
This was an okay read, but certainly not as great as I remembered, and I'm hoping that as I move on deeper into the series again it will rise to the standards I thought I remembered.