I stumbled across Timothy Hallinan's series of novels about crime-solving burglar Junior Bender a couple of years ago and boy howdy, am I glad I did. Junior's first-person tales of his adventures in La La Land come across as Philip Marlowe as written by Donald E. Westlake. The plots paint a picture of society at every level of Los Angeles, but with the sass and sarcasm you'd find in a Noo Yawker.
The set-up for this one is edged with desperation. We learned in the last book, "Field Where They Lay," that Junior's whip-smart and frequently brave girlfriend Ronnie has an ex and a 2-year-old kid living in New Jersey, and she can't see either because the ex is a Mob-affiliated doctor who won't let her take the child. Junior has found someone to help them snatch the kid and disappear, but it will cost them -- big.
So against his better judgment, Junior takes on a job presented to him by a woman in a terrible disguise: $50,000 up front, and another 50 when he delivers a doll he has to steal from a grand old house that's about to be torn down. Obviously the doll isn't worth that much money, but something hidden in the doll must be, right?
Nothing goes quite the way it's supposed to, starting with Junior bumping into a second burglar in the house, an old friend he hasn't seen in years whose lonesome existence touches a chord with thim. Before long two people are dead and Junior and Ronnie are hiding out in a cheesy mouse-themed motel as he searches high and low for the woman who hired him.
His search will take him around to meet up with a lot of the vivid characters who we met in previous novels: Jake Whelan, the fading Hollywood lion; mob boss Irwin Dressler; Stinky Detwiler, Junior's tiny-nosed fence; Eaglet, the ex-hippie hitwoman; and of course Junior's best friend, failed getaway driver turned information outlet Louie the Lost.
Along the way, Junior gives us little disquisitions on the perils of stealing antique silverware, the popularity of Spiritualism in 19th century England, the scale for hardness of various gems, the hallmarks of a rare Sir Arthur Conan Doyle first edition and other delightfully esoteric topics that actually fit in with the plot (sort of).
The most amazing scene, though, belongs to Eaglet, as the hitwoman explains to a 14-year-old hacker named Anime about how she overcame an eating disorder thanks to a Native American shaman who introduced her to her shadow. It's a perfect encapsulation of Hallinan's art: A totally weird discussion between two odd characters that comes across as both hilarious and sweetly sincere.
I would give this book five stars except Hallinan never quite ties up the loose thread about the abduction, which means we're left dangling. Of course, that also makes me even more eager to read the next one in the series.