It's trouble in paradise when a mafioso hires Trace to tail his wayward wife, who's run off and joined a crazed sex cult. As the case involving the gangster's gal turns deadly and two cantankerous cops are chomping at the bit, Chico threatens to leave for good. With all the loose ends splitting apart, Trace must track the deadly string across New York City before the bodies start piling up.
As I remembered, this book is where the Trace series began to run out of steam and I can see why Murphy stopped it after the next one. Trace and his girlfriend move to New York City to help out his dad's floundering PI business and stumble into a strange killing of a cult leader. The humor feels particularly forced, although the running joke of Chico wanting a handgun is pretty funny. I wasn't crazy about the two New York City cops, as they seemed too stereotypical and the racial slurs weren't funny at all. It just kind of chugged along and finally ended. I'll finish it up with the next and last book, but it was a good run, and I highly recommend the first 4 or 5 still.