This is book number 18 in the Lew Archer Series series.
"I could pick any of Ross MacDonald books, but The Blue Hammer is the first one I read, so I’m going with that. Like Chandler, MacDonald wrote crime fiction set in Los Angeles, but his hard-boiled detective, Lew Archer, didn’t emerge until 1946, after the world of Harrison Post was gone. His era doesn’t sync with Harrison’s, but I love the melancholy compassion MacDonald has for his characters and the way he moves you through the physical terrain of California. He writes sentences that feel like you’re gliding up the PCH." - Liz— From LIZ BROWN VIRTUAL BOOKSHELF
The desert air is hot with sex and betrayal, death and madness and only Detective Lew Archer can make sense of a killer who makes murder a work of art.
Finding a purloined portrait of a leggy blonde was supposed to be an easy paycheck for Archer, but that was before the bodies began piling up. Suddenly, Archer find himself smack in the middle of a decades-long mystery of a brilliant artist who walked into the desert and simply disappeared. He left behind a bevy of muses, molls, dolls, and dames-each one scrambling for what they thought was rightfully theirs.