“Mordant, dynamic, rousing, effervescent, provocative and just plain good...Superior fiction, etched with a sharp, fierce, steely—and talented—pen.”—Los Angeles Times
 
When Skeeter Hodges is gunned down in a quiet black Washington, D.C., neighborhood, few mourn the loss. He was a vicious drug runner who took out his competition and intimidated witnesses into silence. To homicide detectives Frank Kearney and José Phelps, Skeeter got what he deserved. Still, it’s a murder, and that means a search for a killer—until their boss intervenes.
 
He wants them to go back to some of those witnesses and see how many unsolved cases can be laid on Skeeter’s grave—and make the department’s numbers look good. But making the numbers and making a collar are two very different things. With the streets turning into killing fields, and the pressure growing, Kearney and Phelps must choose between following orders—and following their instincts...

“Mordant, dynamic, rousing, effervescent, provocative and just plain good...Superior fiction, etched with a sharp, fierce, steely—and talented—pen.”—Los Angeles Times
 
When Skeeter Hodges is gunned down in a quiet black Washington, D.C., neighborhood, few mourn the loss. He was a vicious drug runner who took out his competition and intimidated witnesses into silence. To homicide detectives Frank Kearney and José Phelps, Skeeter got what he deserved. Still, it’s a murder, and that means a search for a killer—until their boss intervenes.
 
He wants them to go back to some of those witnesses and see how many unsolved cases can be laid on Skeeter’s grave—and make the department’s numbers look good. But making the numbers and making a collar are two very different things. With the streets turning into killing fields, and the pressure growing, Kearney and Phelps must choose between following orders—and following their instincts...

“Mordant, dynamic, rousing, effervescent, provocative and just plain good...Superior fiction, etched with a sharp, fierce, steely—and talented—pen.”—Los Angeles Times
 
When Skeeter Hodges is gunned down in a quiet black Washington, D.C., neighborhood, few mourn the loss. He was a vicious drug runner who took out his competition and intimidated witnesses into silence. To homicide detectives Frank Kearney and José Phelps, Skeeter got what he deserved. Still, it’s a murder, and that means a search for a killer—until their boss intervenes.
 
He wants them to go back to some of those witnesses and see how many unsolved cases can be laid on Skeeter’s grave—and make the department’s numbers look good. But making the numbers and making a collar are two very different things. With the streets turning into killing fields, and the pressure growing, Kearney and Phelps must choose between following orders—and following their instincts...