I know why Phil Margolin is so popular. I started to read his latest work and had to keep turning the pages to see what would happen next. He is not the master of allegory or metaphor and a sunset is mostly just a sunset. It is his storytelling skills that really have matured in this book.
Margolin asks the absurd (we hope) question: What if the president of the United States was suspected of being a serial killer? What would an overworked associate in the largest law firm in Portland and a mentally and physically scarred ex-cop do if they suddenly came into some knowledge that would cast aspersions on the president’s character? They’d get into a whole lot of trouble.
There are many significant characters in this story, and Margolin intertwines them very well. I really enjoyed his depictions of a strong female private eye and a sensitive male lawyer, turnabout without banging the reader over the head with a politically correct hammer. His bad guys are boo, hiss bad. His good guys are dressed in white down to their undies, metaphorically speaking. And a good time was had by all.