A search for a vanished husband proves one of Amos Walker's strangest
cases yet.
What could be more innocent than watching old movies? For Neil Catalin,
a wealthy man with a happy home, old-fashioned pictures were a hobby
that became an obsession. But he wasn't watching The Wizard of Oz.
Crime movies were his passion, the sort where life is cheap and death is
free, and Catalin sank himself into them as an escape from the stresses
of suburbia, when soaring debt threatened to overwhelm the life he had
created.
Now he has disappeared, and his wife believes the clue may be in his
collection of gruesome classics. She calls on Amos Walker, who ventures
into a black-and-white past in his hunt for the missing man. The journey
is far from escapism, because this is Detroit, where the guns don't fire
blanks.