I read this book in two sittings. The first time, I was pressed for time and read the first page. The second time, I turned the page, and kept on turning until I was done. An absolute Russian doll of a narrative, with secrets hidden within secrets within secrets and a sweet noir feel. Schattel writes with the economy of language befitting the subject matter and a poetry that belies the content -- a feat managed by the best and only the best noir writers.
You could sit this novel next to a Jim Thompson joint or a Goodis, Chandler or Hammett offering, and it wouldn't be out of place. Elmore Leonard would like this one, I bet.
I've met some of these people, in the big city. They don't seem out of place, here, from what I understand about the southeast US.
Buy it, love it.