On surveillance for his aunt Linda, Frank confirms that his cousin Jeffery is involved with a small-time drug operation. Modest stuff, until Frank's own home is burglarized, leaving a body on the kitchen floor: Jeffrey's. Worse, Frank's .38 revolver - the murder weapon - is among the stolen items, along with his only possessions of sentimental value: dozens of vinyl albums that once belonged to his late mother. Only Frank's stash, the dwindling supply of the cocaine he needs to get through the day, is untouched. Why?

Clearly, his cousin was deeper in the underworld than anyone realized. With the evidence at hand, Aunt Linda and even Frank's buddies on the force are all too ready to blame him for the crime. With the weight of his family, his reputation, and his own life on the line, he'll have to find the real culprit by following the stolen goods through a tangled network of petty thieves, desperate addicts, deceiving fences, good cops, bad cops, and one morally compromised taxi driver.

Frank's as determined to uncover the truth as he is to fee his habit, and both could prove deadly.

This time, it may just be a question of what gets him first. --Dust jacket flap. Read More