
It opens with a bang: Amos Walker, our protagonist and a Michigan PI, is searching for a dead-beat husband on the first day of deer season, and finds him on the wrong end of a rifle. The deadbeat drops Walker with one shot, then eats the rifle himself, and Walker's leg -- and maybe his life -- is saved by an old acquaintance, cigarette smuggler Jeff Starzek.
Two months later,Walker is recuperating when he hears Starzek's name again: the smuggler's brother-in-law wants to hire Walker to find him. Walker soon discovers that he was the last one to see Starzek -- and that an agent from Homeland Security with a bottomless wallet of John Doe warrants is also very eager to see Starzek.
It goes on from there, with investigations into Starzek's past that (happily!) don't turn up any fifty-year-old murders in Canada for once, and what is essentially a monster truck-snowmobile race across a frozen lake. I found parts of this a bit implausible, and it seemed to wrap up more quickly than I expected, but it's another good entry in a fine hardboiled series.
But it's hard to miss that Walker is getting increasingly out of touch with the modern world, and I'd like to see that affect his cases more -- he doesn't use a computer or cellphone, and I'd expect many of his contacts for running license plates and Social Security numbers would have been retired or downsized by now. He's also getting older -- by my count, he should be solidly over 50, since he's a Vietnam vet and went there after four years of college -- and he sustains a major injury at the beginning of this book, so the physical stuff should become increasingly more difficult. (Joseph Hansen's Dave Brandstetter mysteries did a good job of realistically aging a hero, though Brandstetter wasn't usually physical in the old-fashioned way Walker is.) I'm not saying Walker can't be a tough guy in his 50s -- there are plenty of tough guys in their 50s -- but that a now-gimpy tough guy in his 50s might want to work on other methods if we wants to go on as he began...
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"a now-gimpy tough guy in his 50s might want to work on other methods if we wants to go on as he began..."
I think it was Michael Collins who had a one-armed detective, apparently because the author (who used a million pseudonyms besides Collins) was intrigued by the idea of a guy for whom many of the standard PI moves were impossible.
As I recall, the PI lost the arm in some mundane childhood accident (Fell into the cargo hold of a ship during WWII, I think).
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