Readers who love THE BUTCHER’S THEATER often ask me if I’ll ever set another novel in Israel. Probably not; I’ve said what I wanted to say about Jerusalem. However, nearly a decade after introducing Daniel Sharavi, I did find myself missing him. It sounds trite but when one constructs a novel, the characters do become real – you live with them, get into their heads, feel their pain. The what-if here was Daniel coming to L.A. to work on the baffling murder of a diplomat’s daughter. The investigation puts him head to head with Milo and the big guy’s distrust of his Israeli counterpart is an obstacle Sharavi must overcome. Delaware plays a pivotal role in understanding the psychological underpinnings of the murder and the book introduces a young female homicide detective named Petra Connor in a brief but important cameo. I grew fond of her, too. Ergo:

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