"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
B>Death claims investigator Dave Brandstetter navigates the opposing realms of evangelical Christianity and the porn business while tracking a lost girl in late 1970s Los Angeles.br>/b>br> Lon Tooker certainly fits the profile: big, strong, a Marine Corps veteran, and recently the target of evangelical crusader Gerald Dawsons wrath. Tookers adult toys and pornography store on the local skid row has recently become the target of Dawsons church mens group and their destructive masked raids on un-Christian businesses. When Dawson is strangled to death by someone of Tookers size and ability, the police see a smut-peddler with a motive. Case closed.br>br> But death claims investigator Dave Brandstetter doesnt like it. By all accounts Tooker is a softy incapable of such a crime. Actual evidence is nonexistent and assumptions many. And Dave particularly doesnt care for assumptions based on someones sex life.br>br> But Dave is also navigating new personal territory. His fathers death has left him bereaved and for the first time in a long time without a job. Dave quit the insurance company his father built and has struck out on his own as a private investigator. Add in his breakup with his recent partner and hes a man unencumbered. Its the late 1970s and Dave may be aging a bit but hes still handsome, wealthy, and recently in possession of a new convertible Triumph. Looks like its not all hard work.
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