BOTTOM LINE: Another comfortable visit with lawyer Brady Coyne, courtesy of a writer who was not only a craftsman but also a gentleman. In this ninth in series Brady gets involved in a murder that's connected to a close friend who has recently been nominated for a federal judgeship. A tidy plot, decent pace, and wonderful characters.
Brady Coyne is a laid-back lawyer who caters to the rich'n'careful in Boston. The most important things on his mind are usually fishing, his ex-wife Gloria and their sons, and lastly his law practice. Luckily his snappy secretary Julie keeps the business percolating and makes him toe the line, well, once in a while. And his friends are awfully important to him as well, so when a very good friend who is a local judge and with whom Brady shares a lot of history asks him for help, he can't very well refuse, now, can he? Poor Brady - pretty much one of the last Good Guys, he's got as bad a case of Knight Errant Syndrome as Parker's Spenser, and despite being far less well-known the writing in this series is always clean, nicely plotted, beautifully characterized, and has a subtle humor that meanders all the way through.
Seems his friend Judge Popowski got into a bit of trouble while he was sowing his wild oats many years ago, and now that he's up for the federal judgeship (and the increased scrutiny that goes with it) there are folks who want to make him pay. The judge thinks he's got everything pretty much covered, but then the phone calls begin, and soon there's a blackmailer who wants a good deal of money to keep his mouth shut. Pops recruits Brady to meet with the blackmailer to see if there's any meat to the story, and Brady's consensus is that there's isn't, and the judge is going to be ok. But then the blackmailer gets himself murdered, and it turns out that he wasn't truly a blackmailer but had other reasons for contacting the judge. Soon Brady finds himself suspected in that crime and not only won't any of the other folks concerned talk to him, his "good friend" the judge disappears, seemingly gone incognito and unreachable, on holiday in Florida, thus leaving Brady holding the bag, more or less.
Crisp plot, a bit of emotional by-play with both his old friend and his ex-wife, decent pacing, and what was at the time in the news a lot (1990) - prospective judges showing nasty or "difficult" things in their distant past and the subsequent media hoop-la. Another good cosy mystery featuring a not quite amateur sleuth, in what for me is an entirely local setting. Lovely.