The cops of Hollywood Station are still overworked, understaffed, bound in red tape and always amazed by what the boulevards can throw at them. Nate Weiss has transferred from the mid-watch to become a Crow - a Community Relations Officer. The Crows deal with domestic disputes, noise complaints, abandoned shopping trolleys and chronic complainers. It's regarded as a sissie beat - and the pay is better. But when Nate and fellow Crow Bix get mixed up with Margot, a seemingly harmless Hollywood hill-bunny in the middle of an ugly divorce, things aren't quite so uncomplicated. The author was an LAPD detective, so this is Ground Zero writing, wherein he knows of what he speaks. There are quirky characters that couldn't be invented - such as the Indian gent who thieved a couple of frocks from a posh boutique then popped one on before heading for Paramount Studios...Flotsam and Jetsam, two surf-frenzied detectives...and Sergeant Treakle, non-affectionately known as Chicken-Lips.