I was fascinated by the long and detailed descriptions -- voluminous, page after page on occasion -- of descriptions of what happens, bureaucratically speaking, to the remains of unidentified fallen US soldiers. Assuming Reich's descriptions are accurate, it turns out the efforts of the armed services never cease, in their efforts to identify them, but keep on and on, hoping for some resolution. It's a whole area of endeavor I never knew went on within the armed services. The descriptions of the "arrivals" -- when remains are flown to Hawaii for storage and identification -- was especially touching. Good to know the remains are treated with that kind of caring and respect.
That said, the story itself wasn't up to Reich's usual standard. In the beginning, Tempe comes off like an aging cougar -- Tempe, who admits to "several decades" of marriage, then a cooling off period, followed by yet other long-standing relationships -- who is, after all, the mother of a 24 year old daughter -- spends much of the first part of the book salivating over anything male that comes within her ken. I thought it was a little silly -- and demeaning. Obviously older women can have and enjoy relationships, but the way Tempe was repeatedly drooling over anything in pants came off as juvenile, hardly worthy of someone of her stature and position. Methinks she doth protest too much.
Then too, I never find plots involving gang or organized crime killings very interesting -- I expect them to kill each other, and quite frequently end up thinking its a blessing for the rest of the civilized world when they do. So this book, which ultimately revolves around gang warfare, held little interest as fiction. But again, it was worth it for the insight into the processes by which the remains of unidentified soldiers are stored, cataloged and -- hopefully -- identified.