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This is the 5th book in Randisi's Rat Pack series. Baby boomers and boomettes recall that the Rat Pack was comprised of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford. The '60's were their heyday and their kingdom was Las Vegas.
Eddie G. is a pit boss in a mob-run Nevada casino. He also is a fixer. Eddie G. ("...just call me Eddie...") knows a lot of people. This knowledge endears him to The Chairman of the Board, aka: Sinatra. In past Randisi novels we learn that Eddie was minutes late to Marilyn Monroe's date with destiny, helped Dino when he was being blackmailed, assisted Sammy when the little man shot someone in Eddie's living room and is currently attempting to protect Ava Gardner.
All of the books have titles that play upon popular song titles: "Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime"; "Luck be a Lady, Don't Die"; "Hey There, You With the Gun in Your Hand"; "You're Nobody Till Somebody Kills You."
The narrative is right out of film noir. The sentences are clipped. The characters' shoulders all have chips. Sexism is the standard where women are "broads" and nothing gets discussed unless it is over a few fingers of booze and several smokes.
Eddie G. is a lover, not much of a fighter, so he always teams up with a lovable enforcer named Jerry Epstein. Jerry loves to cook and eat and has no qualms about breaking bones. It's his business.
Mystery lovers should make it their business to check out this series. It will deliver. That's a fact, Jack.