A jazzy little who-dunnit set in 1960's San Francisco. The not-quite-Big-Band atmosphere is fun and elegant, though the heavy-handed use of celebrity seems a bit overdone. Successful Bandleader Philip Damon is playing a glitzy ballroom fundraiser when the lights go down, a scream rings out and a wealthy man is found dead on the dancefloor, an icepick through his chest. The woman doing the screaming, well...she just happens to look exactly like Philip's wife, who was murdered one year earlier.
This was a pleasant read, fitting solidly into it's genre. It wasn't terribly remarkable in any way, though the view from behind the piano, if you will, was a nice conceit and added some fun to the story. The mystery itself was probably fair-play (I'm not the most observant cat in the litterbox), and twisty enough to stay interesting.