Rookie cop Zero Katz embraces life's three C’s: Coors, Cowboy boots, and Classic rock. Where he’s from, men drive muscle cars and queers are for smearing. So what to do when his LAPD patrol partner is murdered, then ‘outed’ postmortem?
Keep investigating, dammit.
Even when it drags straight-laced Katz to his first gay bar. Even when it requires an uneasy alliance with Samuel Miller, an ex-Marine gay-rights advocate who’s still pissed about ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.’ Miller’s hell-bent on dragging a Hollywood action star from the closet, and happy to implicate the actor in the cop-killing. Perhaps Miller’s wild theories, though, aren’t so far-fetched…
As Katz confronts his own homophobia, his off-the-books investigation runs afoul of his girlfriend, the official homicide detectives, Mr. Hollywood’s four-headed monster (agent, manager, lawyer, publicist), a financially-strapped Sioux shaman, and a furry assassin who’s falling in love with his werewolf sex doll.
Blackmail. Fur fetish. Celebrity outing. Only one thing’s certain – a killer still runs free in a town where fiction is fact, and everyone has an agenda. To avenge his partner’s murder, Katz may need every one of his namesake’s nine lives!
I have to tell you overcoming homophobia is REALLY over rated as character development. I mean really, does anyone care?? Your whole plot hinges on the LA cop being closeted. Well bucko it's 2006 and almost 2007. The only guys closeted on LAPD are the homophobes. You'd do better to discover he's really a girl under the uniform.
And if this guy is such a cowboy coors sucker, wtf is he doing in LA? He'd be in Orange County if he's in SoCal at all.
Please. Give me a break.
There's a reason this post is in lavender.