It’s Walter Mosley, y’all.
I know this isn’t a sufficient review. I’ll try again: It’s Walter Mosley, y’all, and it’s a damn good book. There, how’s that? I wouldn’t call it Mosley’s best, in my personal opinion, but, damn, the man can write like a hot knife through butter. Mosley creates a compelling character in King, a police officer framed and done wrong. He’s an escapist character, someone—I think—intended as a sort of fantasy, ride-along type for thrillers such as this. The kind of character who’s physically attractive, vulnerable in the right ways, smart, tough, and very capable.
It’s a damn good book.