This is a ridiculous story. The detective, supposedly the richest person in San Francisco, uses his money to buy his way out of a self-created mess. There is no mystery, but plenty of lose ends left over, and a central story line that is abandoned when the author loses interest.
You got me there, bud. There’s no doubt about it. I created the mess and I’m doing my damned best to clean it up. And have been now for a couple of years.
As for the author losing interest, what you have in your hands is just the beginning. Now you can get on board with us or not. No skin off my nose. But, I’ll tell you, this is where all the good stuff gets started.
Thank you kindly for taking the time to let me know all about it. I appreciate it. I really do.