"This sixth Moe Prager novel is pretty much note-perfect. Coleman's take on the art world as a den of iniquity is priceless, as is Moe himself--intelligent, street smart, and tough, especially for a sixtysomething. He's also sophisticated, despite seeing himself as a 'poor schmuck from Brooklyn.' He's a mensch, and his bone-deep world weariness and mordant sense of humor should enthrall lovers of old-school, touch-talking, loner private eyes (think Loren D. Estleman's Amos Walker)." --Booklist, starred review