Tattoos are in. First August finds a dead young asian woman, then he is asked to find a missing daughter of a E. Palo Alto Policeman. Facing little information he runs into an on-line web site "showing angels and hell" in a very graphic sense.

Fun ensues ( )

This book is a bag of potato chips. It really offers nothing new, but you as you eat, you don’t really think, “My god, I am eating potato chips for the thousandth time in my life. I really need to get some of those wasabi rice crackers and mix it up a little.” For snack food is snack food and regardless of the form it takes, you enjoy it and sort of forget about it until the next time you need a snack. This is no slam of this book, calling it snack food. I would never turn up my nose at a competent mystery, and this is a competent mystery. Read the rest of the review here: http://ireadeverything.com/?p=127 ( )

Wow! a modern San Francisco Private Eye! And a jazz man to boot. A girl has disappeared and August Riordan must look in the oddest places for her. As is usual the journey is th best part of the trip.