Brooklyn
I generally found the story to be a compelling one and at times found it difficult to put the book down.
The storyline is intriguing and all the necessary elements seem
to be present, but the first person narrative is difficult
to digest in the context of this story. More distractingly, we have a female author writing in the first person as a male.
As a man, I found the author's perceptions of how a man thinks
to be somewhat far afield, in some cases somewhat two-dimensional,
and in other cases somewhat flamboyant.
This male character said things no man would say and made observations only those men confused about their sexuality might make. This might be acceptable in any character other than one offered as a gung-ho, he-man, stud muffin, which the lead male in this story is basically described
as being. I also felt the ending to be contrived and a seemingly lazy way to wrap up the loose ends of the tale.

ViagraCat
Sandford is among the best at police procedural mysteries, but he tries too hard in this one. A couple of people get murdered at a drug-infested glam party and during the investigation by the ever-dogged Lucas Davenport, more questions than answers pop up as suspects meet their untimely demises & other unfortunate circumstances. But the premise really isn't that interesting in the first place, and it was hard to complete the book. Lucas is likeable, however, and Sandford knows how to get into his head. The usual snappy dialogue is there too. But this one is for die-hard Sandford fans only.