It's been a long time since I've read a book this smart, engaging and boldly written. Not only does A.J. Zerries pull off one of the more thrilling mysteries in recent memory, they do so with a deftness that rivals or exceeds most of their contemporary counterparts. After their masterful opening -- a great study in suspense -- we meet Clay Ryder, one of the least respected cops in the NYPD. Moreover, he's still reeling from the recent death of his wife, along with an unenviable family history. Getting inside Ryder's head, in my opinion, is where Zerries absolutely shines. The past that Ryder has tried so hard to shelve is only brought screaming back when van Gogh's lost Trabuc shows up at the Met. As his investigation progresses, and obsession with the painting's history grows, the rich parallels that rise between his dubious grandfather and the brutal Nazi, Udo Luscher, are starkly comprable. Zerries has clearly stumbled upon dramatic gold with Ryder's character. In addition, the pace and action are crisp, the dialogue and supporting characters authentic. I can't wait to see what these two put out next -- hurry up, A.J., I'm impatiently waiting!!!