THE LONG FALL introduces a new Walter Mosley detective, Leonid McGill, in a new city, New York. Leonid McGill, known as LT, is a private detective, and when the story opens he's seeking out the third individual he's been hired to locate, why he's not sure. He used to be a pretty cynical sonofabitch, and he's still using assumed names, but now LT is middle-aged and not quite so fleet of foot. He has the thickened knuckles of a boxer, and a thickening body. Everything about Leonid is suitably worn. His wallet, his boxing gloves and his marriage. LT has offices in the Tesla building on 39th between avenues six and seven, and unsurprisingly he's cut a deal with the former manager of the building who he saved from charges of embezzlement. He is late with his rent and the incredibly desirable building manager, Aura Antoinette Ullman, informs him she will have to begin eviction proceedings. What she really wants is for Leonid Trotter McGill to leave his wife for her. There have been a few worrying emails about a girl with family problems who is asking where she can get a gun. LT learns the girl's identity, hacks into her father's computer and learns the man is a paedophile and that he has abused the daughter for years. Justice must be done. Before this happens the girl is taken in my LT and wife Katrina who must pretend they don't know her story. THE LONG FALL introduces a dazzling array of people set against the unfolding backdrop of LT's past and boxing as he tries to figure out if he's being set up while he charts a mainly moral course through a murderous, double-crossing world. There's a vivid sense of city, situations and characters who are both colourful and credible, and a gripping narrative. This is new Mosley, and it's as good as the vintage kind.