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The first DKA File novel, Dead Skip, was called “superb in its swift, to-the-point plotting and on-the-mark dialogue. Dan Kearny’s detectives are Lew Archer in concert, and Joe Gores’ novel ranks at the head of its class.” — O. L. Bailey, Saturday Review In Final Notice Joe Gores has done it again. Here are the same characters, the same “fist in the face of authenticity.”[1] Joe Gores demonstrates once more how fresh and compelling the detective novel really can be.

It’s not the best of times for the repo men and skip tracers of DKA. The big boss has been thrown out of the house by his wife, landing, for the foreseeable future, in Larry Ballard’s apartment. Ken Warren has fallen into the grasp of the sexually predatory mother of a multimillionaire computer geek. Bart Heslip has gone undercover in the Tenderloin, wearing a nose ring, a leather vest, and an attitude. O’B is up in redwood country, getting rained on. And Ballard, for a change, has met a woman who’s a match for him.

But while the streets of San Francisco sizzle and DKA’s best snag repos that range from luxury cars to truck tires to the electronic equipment of a talentless heavy metal band, someone is out to punch the agency’s collective ticket for good.

It begins with the Mafia-style slaying of a flamboyant union leader. It leads toward a prominent San Francisco money man and a violent feud over a half-billion-dollar computer chip. As the DKA agents slap down REPO ON SIGHT slips, they find themselves drawn into the dark heart of big-city corruption — backed by big shotguns, big money, and big madness.

Only Joe Gores could have created these true-to-life bit players, barrooms, boardrooms, and street scenes. And only Joe Gores could have created a story like this — gritty, funny, fast-moving, and unforgettable.

It begins in the small Iowa town of Steubenville, where a seemingly respectable citizen takes a head-over-heels tumble on a department store escalator. As if on cue, Cadillacs — 31 in all — start disappearing from lots in the San Francisco Bay area, as a team of scam artists use phone fraud, bank fraud, and pure criminal genius to do one California bank out of $1.3 million worth of Detroit’s finest.

The bank wants those cars back, and turns to Daniel Kearny Associates to get it done. Rock-jawed, relentless Dan Kearny puts his best agents, as well as two new ones, on the case. It doesn’t take long for Kearny’s team to find out what they’re up against: Gyppos. Con artists, scammers, liars, thieves and dangerous charmers, Gypsies are one nation united in street crime. And since the escalator fall has mortally wounded their beloved King, they’ve decided to get to his funeral in Cadillac style. But there’s one more Cadillac to contend with: the shocking pink 1958 Cadillac ragtop convertible the dying leader insists on being buried in. The Gypsy who can get his hands on one is sure to be the next King... or Queen.

When the tilt starts, it’s Gypsies 32, DKA O. But by the second inning the score changes. From San Francisco to Hawaii, from Florida to New York, it’s a matter of everybody scamming everybody in a cross-country duel of wits and nerves. And the action won’t let up until both repomen and Gyppos reach the dying Gypsy King — and the ultimate scam of all.

On a Hollywood studio lot a dancing bear does a little pickpocketing on the side. In Son Francisco the repo men of Daniel Kearny Associates ore on a nonstop campaign to repossess twenty-seven classic cars from twenty-seven people who will go to classic lengths to keep them. And in a fortress in the Big Sur wilderness a rich man vows to steal an ultraprecious collectors’ item. Soon the dancing bear, DKA, and the millionaire will entangle in a twisted plot of betrayal and murder.

It all starts when the dancing bear actually a full-blooded Gypsy in o fur suit — is unceremoniously killed. Now the police are searching for the bear’s beautiful Gypsy wife, Yana. At the request of the Gypsy King, whose honorable world of thievery does not tolerate murder, the men and women of DKA also look for her. But the seductive, ever-changing Yana is eluding them all, and working on a new grift of her own.

Meanwhile, the tribe raises cosh for a moss pilgrimage to the holy city of Rome — just in time for the Jubilee celebration and a feast of tourists. And while a crime wave is erupting in California, while the cops are distracted by their hunt for Yana and every head is turned in the wrong direction, a helicopter is beating its way to Big Sur, carrying the greatest scam of all.

In this sexy hilarious tale action and seduction cops, robbers, and repo men, Joe Gores takes us into a shifting subculture of ancient rituals and cutting-edge cons. With one mystery at its core and another unfolding at its end, Joe Gores latest and most entertaining novel yet should come with a warning: Enjoy the ride, but hold on to your wallet...

Dead Skip is the first novel in a remarkable new series Ellery Queen calls “authentic as a fist in your face.” With it, Joe Gores, the double Edgar-winner who spent twelve years as a private investigator, shows just how fresh and compelling the detective novel really can be.

“I’m going to have your license, shamus!” The line is as familiar to television viewers and readers of detective fiction as the blonde in the bedroom or the bottle in the drawer. But when the State of California cold-bloodedly sets out to grab Dan Kearny’s license, the phrase is no longer a cliché. The “irregular” case upon which the state is building its suit was handled by Kathy Onoda. Now she is dead. As the disciplinary hearings before the State Bureau of Private Investigators proceed, Kearny’s central problem becomes: Who could have witnessed the events in the DKA Oakland office on a rainy Friday afternoon nearly a year before? Seven people. Kearny’s staff ranges the state and then the country in search of them, but they are mysteriously Gone, No Forwarding from their addresses. The search becomes desperate when Kearny’s detectives find other, deadly hunters dogging their footsteps. As Bart Heslip becomes enmeshed in the strange odyssey of a fugitive black girl, it becomes evident that her testimony, and hers alone, can unravel the intricate human puzzle at the core of the novel. Moving, often comic, always taut, Gone, No Forwarding is another intensely real picture of modern investigative techniques from Joe Gores, the writer Anthony Boucher called “one of the very few authentic private eyes to enter the field of fiction since Dashiell Hammett.” The author gives us break-neck action, sparkling characterizations, machine-gun dialogue and, as critic James Sandoe said, “He handles violence as a wise man handles nettles.”