Detective Gould has yet to meet the crime he can't solve, but lately there has been a rash of crimes so eccentric and random that even Gould is stumped. The compulsive chair thief, the novelist who uses purloined street signs to write her magnum opuis, and the photgrapher who secretly documents peoples' most anguished personal moments -- what can they possibly have in common? Can Detective Gould untangle the strange crimes of Red Wheelbarrow or will he finally meet his match in a shadowy criminal conspiracy aimed at discrediting the very idea of criminal justice?