By Fadeaway, my second mystery, Harvey had retired from baseball to become a full-time investigator and I had become a better mystery writer. I don’t mean any disrespect for Edgar Allan Poe and his namesake statuette, but I’ve always thought that Fadeaway’s characters are richer, the plot more complex, and I was able to make more evocative use of Providence, which before its renaissance struck me as America’s perfect, neglected film-noir metropolis.
Here’s a very brief synopsis:
Retired from baseball, Harvey Blissberg has hung out a shingle in Cambridge, Massachusetts, as a private investigator with a taste for the less savory side of sports. When key players from the Boston Celtics and the Washington Bullets go AWOL, Harvey quickly becomes the two teams’ number one draft choice to figure out why.
What can a recently born-again black forward and a white point guard whose nickname is “Toot ‘n’ Shoot” have in common? When the two missing NBA stars turn up dead, Harvey searches desperately for the link between them. The hunt leads him back to the city he thought he’d seen the last of for a while—Providence, Rhode Island—and an unholy deal struck years before between two of the city’s most powerful figures.