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A retired detective reluctantly helps a friend investigate a homicideBill O'Shea is living the dream. After a career of fighting crime in the big city, Bill buys a condo in the bucolic mountain resort community of Wintergreen, Virginia. When he meets his attractive new neighbor, Bill knows his retirement is off to a great start.But then a local pedestrian is killed in a hit-and-run accident, and the short-staffed community police department asks Bill to help out. With no witnesses and no vehicle, it's going to be a real challenge. Plus, the snooty groundhog and irrepressible bear are certainly no help. When a break in the case proves a connection between the car and the victim, Bill goes from no suspects to too many.Is it the victim's wife--whose husband cheated on her for many years--or the betrayed business partner? Maybe it's the victim's mistress or the friend who loaned him money. It could even be a random hiker passing through on the nearby Appalachian Trail.Join Bill O'Shea as he tries to solve this murder while dodging zany wildlife and courting a new love interest in the beautiful mountaintop resort of Wintergreen, Virginia.
Rosefield has moose, a ski resort, and new this season, murder. Come for a visit. Bring your buds. Looking for an alpine vacation? Or do you long for the rural life where cows number greater than folks? Nestled amongst the Green Mountains of northern Vermont, Rosefield is the perfect setting to escape your problems and enjoy a cozy mystery. Within these borders, you’ll encounter over a hundred color illustrations to enhance your respite. Maybe you’ll meet one of the locals. You might share a chair with Joey Rogers, skier extraordinaire and self-proclaimed hero of this small town. Or spot Happy Smith slicing through the glades on his snowboard—as long as it isn’t Grandma Day. Enjoy an après ski at the Bent Pole, and you’ll receive impeccable service from the best bartender in town, Jane Reech. And who knows? Maybe you’ll help Sheriff Peggy McStoots figure out whodunit. You might even meet Rodney Buric II, the man responsible for the resort’s latest rebrand. Because who wants a mountain without an extra thrill? Sure, you’ve been to resorts with their fancy villages and high-speed quads. But have you ever experienced a . . . Murder Mountain? Murder Mountain is the first in the Rosefield Series, with its sequel, Day Trip to Jay Peak, coming soon. There’s a humdinger of a situation if you’re stackin’ what I’m choppin’. Things are tense in the fictional northern Vermont resort town of Rosefield. A subtle cold war brews between multigenerational Vermonters and the “flatties” — that is, tourists and other outsiders. The precarious status quo is shattered when a ne’er-do-well ski bum is found dead on the mountain with a knife protruding from his chest. It’s up to salt-of-the-earth Sheriff Peggy McStoots to track down the killer. Vermont native Owen Curvelo fills his debut murder mystery with more than 100 illustrations from artist Katya Strasburger, beginning with a detailed map of Rosefield Mountain Resort (tagline: “Bring Your Buds”). The world of Rosefield and its colorful inhabitants comes to vivid life in these images, from small ones that break up the text to full-page “stills.” In addition to artistic renderings, Murder Mountain is chock-full of Vermont references. Example: Twentysomething skier Joey Rogers rocks out to fictional band the Rutland Rotary Boys, whose singer, Seth Alltheway, and guitarist, Hector Yacoven, might well be allusions to Vermont’s real-life blues-rock all-star Seth Yacovone. — Jordan Adams of Seven Days. Here's an excerpt of Jane Reech tending Rosefield Resort's bar, the Bent Pole: Plenty of unfamiliar faces stopped in as well. Flatties upon flatties, which should’ve added dimension, but . . . nopers. Had the rebrand brought them to Rosefield? Jane asked one couple with an overwhelmingly flat appearance. “Why are you here?” she questioned after delivering them two pints of Bacon. “We ordered—” started the male. “A drink I don’t know how to make.” Jane tapped her fingers on the bar. “Answer the question.” “Uh,” stammered the female, “w-we wanted . . .” “. . . A vacation with more excitement,” finished the male. “Honey, she’s part of the ‘Murder Mountain’ act. Play along.” “Oh. I was scared for a moment. How thrilling!” Jane stomped away before she slapped a flatty. She questioned several others, whose responses only increased her frustration. “My hubby and I skied a Magic Mountain, a Presidential Mountain, Buttermilk, Powder, and Bald Mountains. Never a Murder Mountain!” Flat. “I’m a murder mystery writer, here for research.” Flatter. “We’re spiritualist skiers. We carve with the dead.” Flattest. Jane felt her backhand tighten up. Could she keep herself contained? She almost flew over the bar at a custy wearing his jeans tucked into ski boots, a helmet-mounted MyView, and a twenty-year-old pad of wickets. But when he dropped a twenty-dollar tip, Jane forgave all those offenses. Actually, despite their vertical challenges, most of the flatties tipped well. Maybe she should share this chair. Here's an excerpt of Peggy McStoots speaking with the State Trooper Commander about the murder investigation: “Hi, Bob.” He was barely visible behind his shiny oak desk covered in framed achievement awards. Peggy sat in the opposing over-cushioned chair. “Hi, Peggy.” Bob removed his wide-framed glasses and cleaned them with his green Statie uniform. “Your troopers are finally using my proper title.” “Who, Cassie?” Bob laughed. “She’s a rule follower. I don’t care if the folks in Rosefield want to call you ‘sheriff.’” “I never asked for the title, but they’ve used it since the day I started.” “I’ve always liked ‘Sheriff McStoots.’ Although, ‘Sheriff Strongman’ is a little . . . stronger.” Peggy sighed. She had dated Bob when they attended Enosburg High School together, a mistake she still regretted. Forty years, a marriage, and three daughters later, Bob thought some chemistry remained between them. “About the autopsy report . . .” “I have it.” Bob tapped a folder on his desk. “How about I tell you what’s inside?” Peggy considered grabbing the folder and stomping out, but she risked offending him. Then Bob might order his troopers to resume their Rosefield patrol. “What did you find?” “Timmy died within moments of the knife severing his aorta.” “A knife to the ol’ blood bumper.” As Peggy diagnosed a month ago. “No signs of struggle. Whoever stabbed Timmy caught him by surprise. If somebody murdered him.” Bob sniffed. “My detective nose points to a suicide.” Bob’s ‘detective nose’ was about as valid as his actual one. “Timmy didn’t struggle at all?” “No bruises, scrapes, nothing under his fingernails.” Bob stuck his hands out, then thrust them towards his chest. “Suicide. Bag it, tag it, and call the game warden.” “What about the piece of flannel?” Peggy debated telling him what Rufus described earlier, but then she’d have to reveal her source. Bob would laugh her out of the barracks. “If he killed himself, how did it end up in his hand?” “Maybe it was his lucky fabric.” Bob flipped open the folder and searched through the pages. “Like you, my forensics guy’s convinced someone murdered Timmy. He’s excited about a hair he identified on the flannel. Nonhuman. Canis lupus familiaris.” “Black or chocolate?” “Yellow. Did Timmy own a Labrador?” “Noper. Tell your forensics guy to contain his excitement, as it’s most likely Tug-Tug’s. Everyone who visits Cody’s General Store rubs his belly on their way in, even jerks like Timmy. Did he discover anything on the knife?” “No other DNA besides Timmy’s.” “Anything else?” “Nothing of note.” Bob shut the folder and slid it across his desk. “There’s your copy.” “Thank you.” Peggy stood up. “I don’t know if you’ve heard,” said Bob, hopping to his feet. “A new Italian/seafood restaurant opened in St. Albans. I reckoned you might wanna taste. My treat, of course.” “Sorry, guy.” Peggy had prepared a lie for this eventuality. “I promised to watch Lyndsay’s kids so she could rest for a night.” “You can be a little late.” Bob trotted around his desk and grabbed her shoulder. “Remember the nights we shared in high school? Cruising dirt roads in my green van with the white racer stripes and vinyl interior. I still maintain it, you know.” “No.” Peggy recalled the van—mostly its stench. Wet dog mixed with body odor and a pinch of urine, not too dissimilar to how Bob currently smelled. “A grandmother’s duty never ends. Maybe next time.” She turned and stepped to the door. “I almost forgot, we heard from our out-of-state connections about Timmy’s missing years.” Peggy stopped. “He ski-bummed up and down the Rockies, working at most of the major resorts.” “Which leaves a lot of holes in his timeline.” She sighed. “Do you have a list of all the resorts?” “I do.” Bob smirked. “Plus how long he worked at each. I’ll email it to you.” “Thanks. Goodnight.” She stomped back down the hallway. Cassie snoozed, so Peggy didn’t bother her with a farewell. She hopped into the Road Runner and drove home, encountering two (two!) stoplights. Here's an excerpt of Happy Smith playing dominoes with his grandma, but he can't concentrate after she asks for a mysterious favor: Once the coffee finished brewing, they moved to Grandpa’s oak dining table he chainsaw-carved thirty years ago as a wedding anniversary present. “Before we play,” said Grandma. “I hanker a favor.” “Anything.” Happy laughed. “Ope. Not anything. Remember when you dared me to shoot a rifle from horseback like the cowboys? I almost broke my neck!” “Whatever doesn’t break you will make you.” One of Grandma’s favorite sayings and a mantra she drilled into her two boys. A primary reason Uncle Pete and Happy’s dad grew into two of the toughest guys in Rosefield. Grandma grabbed an envelope from her purse and slid it across Grandpa’s table. “I need you to deliver this to Peggy.” “Sure.” Happy scratched his head. “Uh, which Peggy?” “Sheriff McStoots, your ‘beloved’ Mary Anne’s mother.” “Hah.” Happy flipped the letter over and felt the seal. She licked the glue, but he could probably steam it open. “What’s it about?” “I’ll only tell you if you swear to bring it right to Peggy. No peeking.” “I swear on the soul of my favorite shotgun.” Grandma raised an eyebrow. “Okay, okay.” Happy contemplated his sweet baby Remi. “I swear on the soul of my favorite hunting rifle.” Grandma raised her other eyebrow. “And?” This required the ultimate deal. Happy would stay strong. His curiosity wouldn’t overpower his love for Remi. “If I peek, she’s yours.” “All right then!” Grandma slapped knee. “You know Diane Robbitet? She manages Cody’s deli.” “Yepper, she prepares the best sandwich in town, large enough to dislocate your jaw.” “Well, Diane and I partnered for team cribbage, and she learned this from her cousin Florence. You might know him from the Sled. He lives in Stowe.” “Unrung bells.” “Doesn’t matter. Florence told Diane about an alternative version of cribbage, with brand-new rules.” Grandma giggled and squirmed in her seat. “Two cribs. Two!” “Why don’t you tell Peggy at cribbage night?” “She hasn’t attended since the murder investigation began. She’s determined to identify the killer by summer. No distractions. A shame, Peggy’s my favorite partner when we play team cribbage.” “You could call her.” “I hate these new phones, worse than computers. Too many buttons and pictures. Besides, I want Peggy to witness the official rules printed out. She’s gonna jump right out of her Jeep!” Grandma giggled and shook her arms in a happy dance. Happy hadn’t seen her this excited since Uncle Pete bought her a new four-wheeler. “Why don’t you deliver it yourself, then?” “Because I’m old. I only leave this house to kick your ass on the way out. Or the occasional cribbage night. Just complete the task and no more questions, or I receive your rifle.” Happy bit his lip and nodded. Grandma always cut a shrewd but fair deal. “Okay.” He put the envelope in a pocket. “With that deer tied to the grill, shall we proceed to what’s important?” He reached over to the sill and grabbed the cloth bag. “If I remember, I won the last two weeks in a row.” “Your dementia just turned on.” Happy spread the dominoes across the table. “You haven’t won since they invented electricity.” “You insult my memory? When you’ve clearly forgotten how well I crack a belt?” They laughed and slapped knee. They chitchatted through three games, addressing every essential topic: snow accumulation, the upcoming sledding season, the Powder Crew’s exploits, and gossip from cribbage night. Grandma won every match, and she bragged about it all the way out of the farmhouse. “Come back after you watch one of them YouTube things,” she called from the porch. “It’s spelled D-O-M-I-N-O-E-S.” “Love you, Grandma.” Happy pulled out of the driveway with his head hung. He never stood a chance, no way he could focus on dominoes with that letter in his pocket. What did it really contain? Grandma could out-lie a lawyer, but Happy knew her since he popped out of his Mama. The letter didn’t involve Deli Diane, her cousin, or cribbage. She needed to send Peggy a message, but why not deliver it herself? It required all of Happy's willpower not to open the letter on the drive home. Whenever he felt his fingers scrape at the seal, he considered his dear Remi. He couldn’t abandon her after all their hunts together. After hiking with the Powder Crew, Happy forgot all about the letter. Nothing like a twelve hundred foot vertical up and down to work the worms out of the hay. Well, at least until he returned home and noticed the letter on his dining table, once more calling to his natural curiosity. No, he’d remain steadfast, for Remi’s sake. He’d bring it to Peggy in the morning on his way to work. He brought it to his truck, at least, but Happy forgot to stop as he drove up Left Mountain Road. No problem, he’d drop the letter off after his rental shop shift. Except that didn’t happen, either. He had a month before the next Grandma Day. He’d decide by then what was more important, his favorite hunting rifle or discovering his grandmother’s secret. To celebrate our release on Google Play, we're offering Murder Mountain at a 50% discount. Maybe you should hop on the chair before the trails are skied off.
Murder on Shades Mountain by Melanie S. Morrison Pdf
One August night in 1931, on a secluded mountain ridge overlooking Birmingham, Alabama, three young white women were brutally attacked. The sole survivor, Nell Williams, age eighteen, said a black man had held the women captive for four hours before shooting them and disappearing into the woods. That same night, a reign of terror was unleashed on Birmingham's black community: black businesses were set ablaze, posses of armed white men roamed the streets, and dozens of black men were arrested in the largest manhunt in Jefferson County history. Weeks later, Nell identified Willie Peterson as the attacker who killed her sister Augusta and their friend Jennie Wood. With the exception of being black, Peterson bore little resemblance to the description Nell gave the police. An all-white jury convicted Peterson of murder and sentenced him to death. In Murder on Shades Mountain Melanie S. Morrison tells the gripping and tragic story of the attack and its aftermath—events that shook Birmingham to its core. Having first heard the story from her father—who dated Nell's youngest sister when he was a teenager—Morrison scoured the historical archives and documented the black-led campaigns that sought to overturn Peterson's unjust conviction, spearheaded by the NAACP and the Communist Party. The travesty of justice suffered by Peterson reveals how the judicial system could function as a lynch mob in the Jim Crow South. Murder on Shades Mountain also sheds new light on the struggle for justice in Depression-era Birmingham. This riveting narrative is a testament to the courageous predecessors of present-day movements that demand an end to racial profiling, police brutality, and the criminalization of black men.
Getaway With Murder is the first in a cozy series from Diane Kelly set in a lodge in the Blue Ridge Mountains, where secrets hide behind every hill. As if hitting the half-century mark wasn’t enough, Misty Murphy celebrated her landmark birthday by amicably ending her marriage and investing her settlement in a dilapidated mountain lodge at the top of the Blue Ridge Mountains. With the old inn teetering on both a bluff and bankruptcy, she must have lost her ever-loving mind. Luckily, handyman Rocky Crowder has a knack for rehabbing virtual ruins and for doing it on a dime, and to Misty’s delight, the lodge is fully booked on opening night, every room filled with flexible folks who’d slipped into spandex and ascended the peak for a yoga retreat with plans to namastay for a full week. Misty and her guests are feeling zen—at least until the yoga instructor is found dead. With a killer on the loose and the lodge’s reputation hanging in the balance, Misty must put her detective-skills to the test. Only one thing is as clear as a sunny mountain morning—she must solve the crime before the lodge ends up, once again, on the brink.
In 1929, in a remote county of the Arkansas Ozarks, the gruesome murder of harmonica-playing drifter Connie Franklin and the brutal rape of his teenaged fiancée captured the attention of a nation on the cusp of the Great Depression. National press from coast to coast ran stories of the sensational exploits of night-riding moonshiners, powerful "Barons of the Hills," and a world of feudal oppression in the isolation of the rugged Ozarks. The ensuing arrest of five local men for both crimes and the confusion and superstition surrounding the trial and conviction gave Stone County a dubious and short-lived notoriety. Closely examining how the story and its regional setting were interpreted by the media, Brooks Blevins recounts the gripping events of the murder investigation and trial, where a man claiming to be the murder victim--the "Ghost" of the Ozarks--appeared to testify. Local conditions in Stone County, which had no electricity and only one long-distance telephone line, frustrated the dozen or more reporters who found their way to the rural Ozarks, and the developments following the arrests often prompted reporters' caricatures of the region: accusations of imposture and insanity, revelations of hidden pasts and assumed names, and threats of widespread violence. Locating the past squarely within the major currents of American history, Ghost of the Ozarks: Murder and Memory in the Upland South paints a convincing backdrop to a story that, more than 80 years later, remains riddled with mystery.
A chilling catalog of the men and women who have paid the ultimate price for their crimes The death penalty is one of the most hotly contested and longest-standing issues in American politics, and no place is more symbolic of that debate than Texas. Since the reinstatement of the death penalty in 1977, Texas has put more than 390 prisoners to death, far more than any other state. Texas Death Row puts faces to those condemned men and women, with stark details on their crimes, sentencing, last meals, and last words. Definitive and objective, Texas Death Row will provide ample fuel for readers on both sides of the death penalty debate.
"This is the true story of the murder of Artemio Bruni, a peasant farmer in the mountains of Casentino, north-eastern Tuscany, in the winter of 1907. Artemio was my husband's great-grandfather. "For reasons not understood by my husband's family, Grandpa Artemio's death was never investigated. It was not reported to the police, nor did Bruna Bruni, Artemio's wife, ever demand justice. How could that be possible, I asked my mother-in-law - was it because of the mafia? 'No, no, you don't understand,' she answered. 'Things were different in the mountains one hundred years ago. Grandpa and Grandma were poor farmers, no one could have cared less about them. Grandpa was a nobody and life was cheap in Tuscany then.'" When Australian author and journalist Lisa Clifford moved to Florence to be with her Italian husband, an unsolved murder in his family became part of her life. The more Lisa found out about it, the more intrigued she became - so much so that she was driven to investigate the tragic events of a century ago. Death in the Mountains is Lisa's brilliant recreation of the life and death of Artemio Bruni, and an evocation of the world of the Tuscan mountains in the early 20th century. It is both a murder mystery and a beautifully observed picture of a lost Italy.
Desperadoes like Frank and Jesse James earned Missouri the nickname of the "Outlaw State" after the Civil War, and that reputation followed the region into the Prohibition era through the feverish criminal activity of Bonnie and Clyde, the Barkers and Charles "Pretty Boy" Floyd. Duck into the Slicker War of the 1840s, a vigilante movement that devolved into a lingering feud in which the two sides sometimes meted out whippings, called slickings, on each other. Or witness the Kansas City Massacre of 1933, a shootout between law enforcement officers and criminal gang members who were trying to free Frank Nash, a notorious gang leader being escorted to federal prison. Follow Larry Wood through the most shameful and savage portion of the Show-Me State's history.
Murder Chronicles: A Collection of Chilling True Crime Tales by R. Barri Flowers Pdf
From award winning criminologist R. Barri Flowers and the bestselling author of The Sex Slave Murders 1 & 2, Serial Killer Couples, and Murder of the Banker’s Daughter comes Murder Chronicles, a gripping collection of true crime tales. The collection includes ten compelling stories of murder, madness, and mayhem that span more than a century of American history and homicidal criminality that will keep you reading from beginning to end. 1. Murder at the Pencil Factory: The Killing of Mary Phagan - 100 Years Later, the brutal murder of a young girl turn locals into vigilantes out for justice. 2. The "Gold Special" Train Robbery: Deadly Crimes of the D'Autremont Brothers, a daring train robbery by a trio of brother bandits goes wrong and turns deadly. 3. Murder of the Banker's Daughter: The Killing of Marion Parker, a brazen abduction of a schoolgirl turns tragic as authorities hunt for the killer. 4. Mass Murder in the Sky: The Bombing of Flight 629, a mother’s Christmas gift turns deadly, exploding in an airliner above Denver, with a domestic terrorist on loose. 5. The Amityville Massacre: The DeFeo Family's Nightmare, family is shot to death by a killer too close to home. Inspiration for The Amityville Horror movies. 6. The Pickaxe Killers: Karla Faye Tucker & Daniel Garrett, pair of killers seek revenge and pay the price themselves. 7. Murderous Tandem: James Gregory Marlow and Cynthia Coffman, two killers pick off victims one by one till brought to justice. 8. Murder in Mission Hill: The Disturbing Tale of Carol Stuart & Charles Stuart, a wife’s murder draws national attention with an unlikely killer on the loose. 9. Murder in Bellevue: The Killing of Alan and Diane Johnson, in a case of parricide, a teenage girl’s obsession turns deadly. 10. Murder of a Star Quarterback: The Tragic Tale of Steve McNair & Sahel Kazemi, adultery, jealousy, fame, and fortune turn deadly for a well-known ex-football great. Bonus material includes excerpts from bestselling true crime books by R. Barri Flowers, The Sex Slave Murders and Serial Killer Couples. Follow the author in Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, LinkedIn, Goodreads, LibraryThing, YouTube, Flickr, Wikipedia, and www.rbarriflowers.net and www.rbarriflowers.com.
The Endless Mountains Murders by Frank Dressler Pdf
Grace Akers is hung from a beam over the altar of the Harford Independent Bible Church, and shortly thereafter, on the first day of deer season, her husband is shot dead on the property of the Smiley family. Kate and Ben Pierce, the new owners of a country home in Harford, become involved in the case through Jenny Smiley, the remarkable daughter of Pastor Paul Smiley, after Jenny is attacked in a highly novel way. The only obvious common denominator in the murders is the church. But how could the church possibly be involved? "How?" is the question that tantalizes Brad Jackson, Pennsylvania State Police criminal investigator. While hardly a novice in investigating murder, his murder caseload seldom exceeds more than one a year. Once circumstances throw him together with Kate and Ben, they all work together to bring the case to an explosive conclusion.
MURDER ON THE MOUNTAIN is a mystery of suspense. It presents itself with many twists and turns. There are intriguing side stories to enhance this murder mystery. Sydney Emerson, Sean Metcalf and the Hamilton family will keep you guessing throughout the novel. Other individuals, including Police Chief Winston, will try to solve the mystery in this small Adirondacks hamlet of Keene.
Snowbound at the Mountain View Hotel by William J. Smith Pdf
The Mountain View Hotel and Resort was a six-story hotel nestled in the Adirondack Mountains in central Pennsylvania, which had its heyday in the 1930's and 1940's with guests that included famous personalities, but also had some shady characters.Then, in 2025, the Smith family gets lost while trying to travel to New York for the matriarch, Kristen's niece's christening.They take refuge in The Mountain View, where they discover that both the hotel staff and its guests are more than what they seem and eventually the Smith family races against time to escape with their very l
'Who Killed Janet Smith?' examines one of the most infamous and still unsolved murder cases in Canadian History: the 1924 murder of twenty-two-year-old Scottish nursemaid Janet Smith. Originally published in 1984, and out of print for over a decade, this tale of intrigue, racism, privilege, and corruption in high places as a true-crime recreation that reads like a complex thriller.We are pleased to be reissuing this title as part of the City of Vancouver's Legacy Book Project."... drug traffic, Roaring Twenties hedonism, official corruption, cutthroat competition among newspapers, a public taste for occultism, etc.- and entrust the whole works to a good storyteller, and you have one terrific political history of Vancouver." - Geist Magazine"Starkins cuts away at the layers with the delicacy of a neurosurgeon. What he uncovers almost defies belief." - Quill & Quire
“The 10 Best New Mystery and Thriller Books of December are Giving Us Literal Chills”—E! Online “10 Books to Cozy Up With This December”—PopSugar A popular sorority girl. An unsolved murder. A campus podcast with chilling repercussions. Lucas Vega is obsessed with the death of Candace Swain, who left a sorority party one night and never came back. Her body was found after two weeks, but the case has grown cold. Three years later while interning at the medical examiner's, Lucas discovers new information, but the police are not interested. Lucas knows he has several credible pieces of the puzzle. He just isn't sure how they fit together. So he creates a podcast to revisit Candace's last hours. Then he encourages listeners to crowdsource what they remember and invites guest lecturer Regan Merritt, a former US marshal, to come on and share her expertise. New tips come in that convince Lucas and Regan they are onto something. Then shockingly one of the podcast callers turns up dead. Another hints at Candace's secret life, a much darker picture than Lucas imagined—and one that implicates other sorority sisters. Regan uses her own resources to bolster their theory and learns that Lucas is hiding his own secret. The pressure is on to solve the murder, but first Lucas must come clean about his real motives in pursuing this podcast—before the killer silences him forever. "Fans of Jeff Abbott and Karin Slaughter will find this crime novel hard to put down." —Publishers Weekly on The Third to Die "Downright spectacular… [A] riveting page turner as prescient as it is purposeful." —Providence Journal on Tell No Lies
