Trike and Lola

How can you solve a murder when the clues are so dumb?
 
Private investigator Trike Augustine may be a brainiac with deductive skills to rival Sherlock Holmes, but they're not doing him any good at solving the case of a missing gazzilionaire because the clues are so stupefyingly—well, stupid.
 
Meanwhile, his sidekicks—Max the former FBI agent and Lola the artist—don't quite rise to the level of Dr. Watson, either. For example, when a large, dead pig turns up on Trike's floor in the middle of the night, none of them can figure out what it means.
 
Meanwhile, the clock is ticking as the astronomical reward being offered diminishes drastically every day.
 
That, plus the increasing reality that their own lives are in danger, lift this astonishing debut beyond its hilarious premise—a smart man befuddled by the idiotic—and turns it into something more than just a smart homage to Sherlock (with maybe a touch of early Jonathan Lethem thrown in). It becomes a compelling and compulsive thriller . . . with the added bonus that the prose is often as breathtaking as the tale.