Reading “The Killer Wore Leather,” which so far is at least as good as the last few mysteries I’ve read. I have to compare it to Heald’s A Death in Eden. That mystery took place in the porn industry–should have been a slam-dunk for having a fascinating milieu, but managed to be dull and talky. This one is about the leather scene, and succeeds much better in milking its setting for fascination, laughs, and genuine mystery, all without the massive infodumps the other book had.
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