Cat in a Neon Nightmare FROM THE PUBLISHER
"This time Midnight Louie treads the lurid side of mystery's mean streets when a call girl named Vassar is found lying dead on the neon ceiling above a Las Vegas casino. Suicide or homicide? If straight-arrow radio shrink Matt Devine, the man most likely to have been Vassar's last client, is charged with Vassar's murder, everyone Louie knows is an accessory to the crime ... except for his ever-loving roommate, PR whiz Temple Barr, who has been kept in the dark by both friends and enemies." "To save Matt's future, Temple will have to crack the cover-up with the unsuspected help of Midnight Inc. Investigations, now including a junior partner: Louie's maybe-daughter, Midnight Louise. Meanwhile, a hot new club in town, Neon Nightmare, has links to the mysterious Synth, a sinister association of magicians that may lie behind the string of unsolved deaths that have haunted Louie and company for months." And with the psychotic stalker Kitty the Cutter still prowling, death is definitely in the cards for someone Temple knows very well, and not even Louie may be able to stop it.
FROM THE CRITICS
Publishers Weekly
In the 15th entry (after 2002's Cat in a Midnight Choir) in Douglas's sprawling serial that always leaves another murder unsolved until the next installment, that cocky cool cat and "ace feline PI" Midnight Louie and his "erstwhile daughter," Miss Midnight Louise, add their own heroics to a potent brew of who-offed-who and who-loves-who. Last time out, a Stripper Killer was caught by the Circle Ritz gang, but Kitty "the Cutter" O'Connor escaped to keep stalking the object of her affection, "Mr. Midnight" Matt Devine, an ex- but still celibate priest/radio-talk-show counselor. Here, Vassar, the high-class call girl whom Devine picked to lose his virginity to before Kitty could do the deed, ends up dead after their tryst-on a Las Vegas hotel's casino area's "clear Lexan ceiling above the neon." Crack police lieutenant C.R. Molina suspects magician/counterterrorist "Mystifying Max" Kinsella, while Temple Barr, PR whiz and friend to both Devine and Kinsella, suspects Kitty-an over-the-top evildoer also connected to Kinsella's IRA past and perhaps even to the sinister Synth, an ancient magician's association that may have been responsible for the "death" of Kinsella's old mentor, Gandolph the Great. Subsequent volumes should tie up all the loose ends Douglas leaves in this light hybrid cocktail that's shaken, not stirred-and not for those who prefer their mysteries, well, straight up and feline-free. (May 7) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Finally, in the 15th escapade of Las Vegas p.r. flack Temple Barr and her know-it-all tomcat, Midnight Louie (Cat in a Midnight Choir, 2002, etc.), Douglas gets around to tying up most of the loose ends she's been carting from book to book. The first sign of knotted threads comes when radio talk-show host and former priest Matt Devine, in an attempt to thwart his obsessive stalking by renegade IRA operative Kitty the Cutter, checks into the gaudy Goliath Hotel, pays for a gorgeous call girl named Vassar, and plans on relieving himself of his innocence. Unfortunately, after Vassar leaves his room, she wanders to the atrium balcony and tips over. Suicide? Accident? Murder? Hoping to snare Max Kinsella, former spy, magician, and roommate of Temple, Lt. Carmen Molina takes on the case, but Max eludes her as he pursues the Synth, a dastardly group of magicians hanging out at the Neon Nightmare, a club with more secret passages than cats have lives. While Louie and his saucy kid Louise are chatting up birds in the atrium and tagging along after Max and Kitty, who collide on a desert highway, Matt is consumed by guilt and Temple totters around on impossibly high heels. Gandolph the Great, who's been dead for years, returns, and Louie's vain and wicked inamorata Yvette pops up on that atrium balcony. There'll be more Catholic soul-searching by Max, Matt, even Molina before the exequies for the series' archvillainess. The plot is silly and congested, and the cats so insufferably cute they'll make you run right out and buy a dog.