Paul Devlin is a New York police inspector, a rank recently reinstated by the mayor for Paul whose answers to Hizzoner and who is assigned the most politically sensitive investigations. He has a small unit, including Sergeant Sharon Levy, a drop-dead gorgeous lesbian (stop snickering, at least we don’t have to worry about a relationship between the two.) A nun has been found in the long-term parking lot of JFK with her belly slit open to retrieve several condoms filled with heroin she had swallowed, her throat cut. A gay priest with AIDS with his throat cut is soon also discovered and now Devlin has a PR nightmare on his hands. (The scene where Devlin and Levy face off with Matthew (his colleague is John.......wait, here come the inevitable...) is a priceless display of power.
I downgraded the book a little because it occasionally splits into two different books: a good police procedural and the other ruminations on ill-considered Catholic policies toward gay priests, celibacy, etc. I think the Catholic Church is just a beached whale that doesn’t realize it’s out of the water so I have no problem with the little asides, but they didn’t integrate well with the rest of the story. It wasn’t necessary. Opus Christi is clearly intended to be Opus Dei. Again, I rather enjoy exposing them for their silliness, but the characterization is a bit extreme.
Nevertheless, it was a fun story with some skimmable parts.
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