I really enjoy the details about musicians and the musical world that Brendon Slocum gives us in his novels. In this novel, we‘re introduced to a world famous composer, who actually stole his music from a neurodivergent woman, ostensibly a friend. Revealing this cultural appropriation almost ruins Bern Hendricks and Eboni Washington‘s lives, pitting them against a foundation founded to honor the composers‘ life. I agree, not as good as his first.