Heterosexual male fantasy, and adolescent at that. (“You’re acting like the teacher caught you hiding a hard-on under your math book.”) Narrator is television junior executive Matt Cobb – young, tall, handsome; working-class, but stays in swish apartment; defender of English grammar, but one of the guys. He finds corpse; lies to the cops; becomes suspect number one; fights gangsters; and resists women who want to bed him. One’s an ex-girlfriend (“Her breasts, small but perfect, asserted themselves against the flowered fabric…”); another’s his boss’s reformed junkie daughter (“sleek and brown all over, except where the blue work shirt tied under her chest gapped to show the creamy side of a young breast”). Too much like Jim Butcher (writer of hard-boiled supernatural schlock popular with the sub-literate), so tossed it aside.