Set in the 1970s, Collins's impressive third posthumous collaboration with Spillane (after 2010's The Big Bang) finds "an older, ailing Mike Hammer returning to New York and finding it (and himself) changed," though readers will see little evidence by the bloody climax that the notoriously violent PI has lost a step to age or illness. Having survived a near-fatal shooting, Hammer has been licking his wounds and lying low in Florida, returning North only for the funeral of a close friend, who shot himself to avoid the ravages of end-stage cancer. The suicide verdict doesn't sit well with Hammer, whose search for the truth leads to more murders and a possible link with a Studio 54 stand-in. Collins's mastery of the character demonstrates that whenever he runs out of original material to work from he would be more than capable of continuing the saga on his own. (May)