Another lightweight Lockridge from the Seventies, featuring the gloomy Lieutenant Nathan Shapiro. Shapiro is called in when a woman is found dead in the bathroom of a Greenwich Village apartment. The woman turns out to be a well-known writer, Jo-An Lacey, who was working on a potentially lucrative manuscript which has now disappeared.
A shortage of credible suspects makes the detection process fairly routine. Some personal involvement is provided by Sergeant Tony Cook, who lives in the same building as one of the suspects and has contacts in the literature business (but why didn't they just ask Mr. North?). Lockridges are always a pleasure to read, and the financial details of the literary life are interesting, but the GAD fan is unlikely to find anything memorable in this one.
Jon.
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