There never was a Wade Miller. The name is a pseudonym used by an
amalgamation of two writers, Robert Wade and H Bill Miller. Together
they wrote more than thirty novels under the names Whit Masterson
and wade Miller. This particular piece is a solid PI novel very typical of
the era. The writing is tight and the reader isn't lost in endless
descriptions. The best prose is the beginning which describes the hotel
room that PI Max Thursday has been reduced to living out of and his
exwife's reaction to it. Their child has been kidnapped and Thursday
has to put the clues together to find the kid before he outlives his
usefulness. Seven men must die before the plot is unfurled. Mobsters,
sleazy blondes, and hit men complete the picture. It is not a
remarkable book but worth your time If this is your subject matter.
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