| Philip Depoy is the thinking man's mystery writer. I hesitate to say "private eye" writer, because Flap Tucker insists that he is not a detective, merely a "finder of lost things", and it's something he does very well. In other mysteries, coincidences are the bane of the reader and the deus ex machina of the writer. It's often too hard to believe that such disparate events have a common root. In this novel, Depoy hands it all over with a wink & a nudge and makes it all believable. Flap is looking for the wife of one of Atlanta's nouveau riche. Only problem? The guy is possibly slow and probably imagining her. He's also asked to uncover the truth behind the "devil man" or demon who is terrorizing the proprietor of a local Asian restaurant. Are they related? Sure! How? Read the book. Depoy's Atlanta is an almost fairy-tale place, where angels and demons walk with equal impunity. I know from experience that it sounds better here than it really is. | 
