Another quality work from Moore. This time Calvino starts off innocently enough delivering a birthday card to a prostitute. She erupts and her boyfriend bloodies Calvino's nose. From there, it's a steady descent into an international sex club run by Wes Naylor, an LA lawyer and sex addict. Somehow Calvino also finds himself on the payroll as Naylor's bodyguard. Members of the sex club turn up murdered. An international drug ring is responsible. And Naylor is in their sights, too.
That's roughly the outline of the story. Along the way, Calvino meets up with a Thai-American LA detective, a priest doing duty in one of Bangkok's biggest slums, corruption at the American embassy, and a few cases of personal redemption. As complex as it sounds (usual for Moore), the pace never lets up, except for a sort of draggy passage about criminals back in Los Angeles. Naylor, meanwhile, does double duty as an exemplar of the worst sort of sleazy, degenerate sexpat, while also making for some comic instances. Frankly Naylor's irritation, anger, and verbal harassment of the US embassy personnel is something I've silently given over in my own mind a few times. Moore describes Citizens' Services to a tee, security, pathway, and waiting room.
Again, I do wonder how someone unfamiliar with Bangkok responds to these novels. I've been here fourteen years, and I'm even lost at times. Anybody outside of the city know the significance of Foodland versus Villa Supermarket (there's more farang stuff, including Fritos, at Villa, which you pay for, but there's more access and better prices at Foodland, just in case anyone wants to know)? Meanwhile, the road map Moore uses once he's outside the Comfort Zone (Nana Plaza) also does for a few twists and turns. Good to see he finally gets to the Thonburi side of things, here, in Cold Hit. Things have changed a lot since the setting of this novel, late 1990s, but there is still enough of a connection so that current visitors can sniff them out if they want.