Montecino has two things going for him. He's got a good ear, which is only fitting since he's also a musician. He's also got a talent for writing good action, sometimes even with a touch of humerousness thrown in. "Crosskiller" takes us to muggy, smoggy, gritty L.A. and the reign of terror imposed by a serial-cum-spree-killer with a particular grudge against anyone not of his race or religion. Step by step the protaganist, alcoholic police detective Jack Gold, comes closer and closer to the killer, who also just happens to be killing progressively more people. A good book, yes, but it has a few shortcomings, of which I will be happy to point out a few. First, we might have some sympathy for the lead character, but his refusal to change at all through the book (even to become worse) leads the reader a little cold. Second, readers are sufficiently sophisticated to understand that the plot wraps the main characters up too tightly. Not to give the finale away, but Jack has had, um, tangential dealings with the husband of the damsel in distress. We know that the odds of that are about 1 in 8 million, as is the coincidence of Jack's newspaper deliverer being...but I'm giving away too much. Let's just say that the book, although flawed, is well worth the read.