I live in the state that is probably most notorious for the Mustang Ranch and various other lawful Brothels, and I know that the sex trade is nothing more than a business to most who are in it. However, there are some who get totally involved in the debasement of the human form, no matter how it comes to them, and see it as a way of making money from sinister usages. I would be mortified if I ever became aware that the things Mr. Robinson writes about and gets involved with in To Skin A Cat, via Joe Box (the P.I., detective), ever came into being here in Nevada.

Joe is a really nice guy who couldn’t handle being a cop, because of the death of his young wife and unborn son in an auto accident while he was young. Thus he decided to opt out of that type of profession. However, he has always wanted to make the world a safer, better place for all those other people who have young children and full, young, happy marriages. He is a pretty well known P.I. in his home state and is just about to get married again, after some thirty years of being solo, to Angela. He has a run in with a Morris Chalafant, in his office, and later at the Church he attends, with Cyrus Tate. Both of these men play important roles in the death of one of his colleagues/friend Billy Barnicke. While on the quest to find out who murdered his friend, he meets up with a youngster named Kip and his grandmother, Sarah Poole, with some rather astounding consequences. A fast paced novel that will have you crying, laughing, and wanting so much for the good guy to win. All the while, everything that eventually comes to him, comes hard and fast with a sense of longing, while being tempered with an understanding that all eventually ends right. A must read for anyone who loves a great little murder mystery, that has a few morally uplifting solutions. Sit down; enjoy this book, you won’t be sorry.