This, the last of the Pete Schofield romps, is running out of gas just a little bit - the plot is a rambling, shaggy dog story of mobsters, crooked soldiers, secret weapons and a mysterious tattooed woman - but what has always brought you to the Schofield mysteries is still here.  Namely, Pete's relationship with his shady, lascivious, fun-loving and boldly-drawn wife Jeannie.  The book just crackles whenever she's on the page, and when she's not, we know she's off somewhere causing trouble which will soon orbit back to the wry view of Pete.  It's honestly one of the better relationships in noir, and always fun to revisit them.