Well, I'm a big fan of Westlake, and I thought I'd give this Sam Holt fellow a try. It was decent enough, but just a little too hoity toity for me. Holt is rich, good looking, and well off. He's not Parker or Grofield or even Dortmunder, the tough, gritty, sometimes hard luck fellows of his other novels. For whatever reason, that just rubbed me the wrong way. But it was a likeable read, and I would probably read the other three, though I wouldn't go seek them out.