A junkie prostitute is tortured to death. The killers picked the wrong whore, though--the dead woman was Charlie Parker's dangerous friend Louis's cousin.
The trail leads them to an amateur ossuary, and further to a cult that believes that fallen angels walk among us. Meanwhile, Charlie is losing his new family.
Very compelling, but the part where the guy is sitting on a motel bed in his vest probably created a different picture than Connolly wanted. What he meant was a sleeveless undershirt, a tank top. What I was picturing, however, was this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Waistcoat.jpgStill not completely comfortable with the American idiom, I see.