A freelance journalist’s latest assignment threatens to give new meaning to the word deadline when he comes upon a murder mystery with century-old roots.
New York reporter Fenn Cooper is desperate for a story with “a wow factor,” something his editor calls “grab-me-by-the-balls oomph.” His latest—interviews with sex workers about why they do what they do—did not cut it. “Your next story needs to hit the ball out of the park,” Cooper’s editor demands before assigning him a piece about the last vestige of the traditional three-ring circus: the one-ring traveling circus. Easy-peasy? Anything but. Meanwhile, in California, executive Marvin Brinks faces his own deadline desperation. He’s been embezzling from his Hollywood studio to finance his expensive lifestyle and obsession with acquiring fine art and rare books. The plot thickens when Brinks learns that Chinese bankrollers are interested in investing and will want a look at the studio’s finances—he has one week to cook the books. The storylines converge when Cooper meets a denizen of the midway with distant ties to Brinks’ studio and an old contract that threatens to expose Brinks’ crimes, prompting the executive to hire an assassin to find the contract and eliminate anyone connected to it. Kalfel introduces a problematic protagonist in Cooper, a commitment-phobe who is not above cheating on his latest girlfriend with the sex workers he’s profiling. A “charming bastard” is still a bastard, and this one has an off-putting predilection for socially inappropriate remarks. Once readers get past questions about why Cooper would spend hundreds of dollars of his own money on a spec story, or why he doesn’t try to sell it to another outlet when his editor turns it down, the plot kicks in with a vivid evocation of circus life and some finely etched characters, including a diminutive fortuneteller and a sideshow act with some serious baggage.
Step right up for a sometimes cliched, sometimes surprising murder mystery.