Dennis Johnson starts off his thriller Nobody Move with the most unlikely of thriller scenarios, a barbershop chorus competition.  Gambler and loser Jimmy Luntz sings in the chorus and skips out on debts owed — and he does neither well.  Unlucky as he is, luck swings his way when paths cross with Anita Desilvera, double-crossed wife and secretary.  Her quest for revenge and his quest for survival meet and commingle and then positively writhe and twist in agonies of deception, sex, brutality, and everything else these two have got coming to them, and whatever else they care to dish out.

With a wild supporting cast, a plot that sizzles and burns and then blows up, this thriller thrills well and thoroughly.  I didn’t put Nobody Move down from start to finish and I did not want it to end.  I want to see more of everybody in this book, even the corpses and near-corpses who prove just as unpredictable as the live wires that kept me crackling all the way through.  Sequel, please?