"That night I was lost in a deep forest, and someone, I didn’t know who, was after me. I’d take a few steps and then stop, afraid that the sound of my footsteps would call down my enemy. That was the entirety of the dream; I’d take a few steps, get frightened by sounds of leaves rustling, then crouch down—naked and afraid."

I love his prose, and get lost in his books. This is the second in the King Oliver series, and it continues to use noir as a peg upon which he hangs a story about New York City and two very different men. Both kings in their own way.