Nearly a hundred pages go by before any genuine suspense begins to knot up, and by then the reader has only the dimmest interest in Winnie Farlowe, the 40-year-old ex-cop being set up to take the fall for a murder (or perhaps non-murder) he did not commit and which was an accident anyway-a statement not to be explained here. For ghoulish glee, vividness, and horror, this novel has far less wattage than any earlier Wambaugh fiction. Wambaugh returns to the novel after two spellbinding nonfiction police procedurals ( Echoes in the Darkness, 1986 The Blooding, 1988), and again-as in The Secrets of Harry Bright, 1985-ties in with an alcoholic ex-cop protagonist.
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