You don’t think of squeaky-clean Salt Lake City as Murder Central, but like everyone else in Michael Norman’s thriller The Commission, it’s cast against type. When the head of the Utah Bureau of Pardons and Parole is gunned down outside a strip club, Sam Kincaid of the Department of Corrections is called in to investigate and minimize the political fallout. As more corpses pile up, he smells a conspiracy pointing to some local bigwigs. Norman paints Kincaid as a savvy modern-day hero who’s more worried about raising his 8-year-old daughter than in scoring with a femme fatale or his comely partner. Sure, he’s PC, but how can you not root for such a stand-up guy?