Coleman, who has published more than 20 novels and won major crime-fiction prizes, writes skillfully about weapons, car chases, police work and his hero’s many brawls. He also wants us to know that for most people in Long Island, the fashionable Hamptons might as well be on Mars. His Long Island is scruffy, blue-collar, corrupt, choked by traffic and fueled by fast food, cheap beer and unrelenting anger. Jay Gatsby isn’t in the picture.