September 30, 2002 12:00 PM

By Catherine Coulter

A San Francisco priest is murdered in his confessional, so his identical-twin brother, FBI agent Dane Carver, hunts his killer. Working with husband-and-wife special agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock—Coulter’s crude ripoffs of Nick and Nora Charles—Carver finds that the slaying is the latest in a spree that copies the crimes on a TV drama.

The mystery, complicated by the secret past of an eyewitness, has a sound structure, but Coulter tosses out silly names (Rocket, Grinder, Loftus), dismal banter and painfully stilted expository moments. Eleventh Hour is a quick read that will quickly be forgotten. (Putnam, $24.95)

Bottom Line: Less than shining Hour

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