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Starred Review. Edgar-finalist Rosenfelt scores another touchdown with his fourth Andy Carpenter novel (after 2004's Bury the Lead) and proves he's in the game to stay. Andy's first-person wit seizes the reader's attention on the opening page: "I'm in Los Angeles. I'm not sure why I've never been here before. I certainly haven't had any preconceived notions about the place, other than the fact that the people here are insincere, draft-dodging, drug-taking, money-grubbing, breast-implanting, out-of-touch, pâté-eating, pompous, Lakers-loving, let's do-lunching, elitist scumbags." Rosenfelt then switches expectations for a Hollywood hoe-down by calling lawyer Andy back to his New Jersey stomping grounds, straight into a high-stakes crime scene. Troy Preston is one very dead Jets wide receiver, and Kenny Schilling, a gun-toting New York Giants running back, is holed up in his Upper Saddle River house with Preston's body. After Schilling is arrested for Preston's murder, Andy reluctantly agrees to defend the athlete as a favor to a friend, but soon his investigation turns up other suspects, putting his own life in jeopardy. Satirical in some places, oddly grim in others, this wise-cracking legal thriller with its angst-ridden everyman hero manages to be sweet and humane. Agent, Robin Rue. 4-city author tour. (May 10)
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Andy Carpenter, the Paterson, New Jersey, defense lawyer, returns for his fourth outing. His client: a football player accused of murdering a fellow player (the case being complicated by the fact that the accused killer was holed up in his own house, with a gun and the murdered man's body). But Andy soon discovers that this murder is similar to several earlier killings. Carpenter is a strong series lead, one of those wisecracking-but-don't-underestimate-him kinds of characters. He's also independently wealthy (his father left him $22 million), which means he can pick and choose his cases. The author handles the material deftly, mixing humor and whodunit but never letting the comedy overwhelm the mystery. The novels are written in the present tense, a much overused gimmick in the genre; but here it somehow works, helping to sustain tension by establishing that neither Andy nor the reader knows what's about to happen. A cracking good yarn. David Pitt
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