After years of denying a legacy of mystical healing powers, Dr. Rachel Morgan must use her heritage to rescue her son, kidnapped by her mother's enemies, as she follows a dark trail of evil that reaches back to the brutal medical ...
Hiring a private investigator to learn if a political candidate's husband is having an affair, Boston attorney Brady Coyne finds he is bound by attorney-client privilege from disclosing information when the investigator is subsequently ...
Mullins shrugged. “Is he being held?” “He came here like you did. To help the police investigate an apparent homicide. That's all.” “Because if he is, he's got the right to have an attorney present. I want to be present.
It doesn’t look like much to Brady Coyne, but the stamp known as the Dutch Blue Error is one of a kind—a philatelic freak worth at least one million dollars.
"--Chicago Tribune William G. Tapply has created a fresh new world in Bitch Creek, a steamy, perfectly crafted mystery introducing Stoney Calhoun, an unlikely hero. Stoney is a man without a past.
William G. Tapply ... “Thank you for holding them, Mrs. Staples. I do appreciate it.” I handed her a dollar bill, and she slipped it into the cash register. I folded the newspapers and tucked them under my arm. “Is Leon around?” I said.
A Brady Coyne Novel William G. Tapply ... The flakes were as big as nickels, and they drifted weightlessly intheair,inno hurry to reach the ground, andfor the firsttimesince the arrivalof thenew year, thecitylooked clean and pureand ...
William G. Tapply. “Tell me.” “I'll bet some day soon we find another bum with a ... Two nickels and a quarter, which might or might not eliminate robbery as a motive. A pencil. Handkerchief. Probably not freshly laundered or pressed.
William G. Tapply. wanna know something?” “Tell me.” “I'll bet some day soon we ... Two nickels and a quarter, which might or might not eliminate robbery as a motive. A pencil. Handkerchief. Probably not freshly laundered or pressed.
So I told Becca Katz about the conversation I had had with Les at Hung Moon's restaurant the previous Thursday afternoon. “If Les did what I recommended,” I said, “the husband could easily have figured out that he was going to tell the ...
By the time I had negotiated lobbies, elevators, and corridors and found the intensivecare unit, nearly an hour had passed from the time of Becca Katz's call. A nurse sat behind a barricade, facing a bank of computer monitors.
A private detective is dead, and Brady suspects it’s murder Les Katz may well be scum.
When the body of a stalker is found outside their vacation cabin, Boston lawyer Brady Coyne and his girlfriend Evie are prime suspects, but when Evie disappears, Brady begin to suspect that his lover is more dangerous than he ever imagined. ...
When an aging big-game hunter is robbed, Brady goes on a leopard hunt.
Filled with charming Vineyard vignettes of fishing, family life, and spirited cocktail hours on the Jacksons' balcony overlooking the sea, Second Sight is a page-turning novel of suspense from two of the most beloved writers in crime ...
With its winning contrast of page-turning suspense and evocative Vineyard ambiance, Third Strike is crime fiction at its best.
“I want to buy you lunch.” “You want to buy me lunch, you want something. What is it?” “Let's discuss it over lunch, okay? Say at the men's bar at Locke Ober's at twelve-thirty?” “In the first place, I'm always game for lunch at Locke's ...
They have some interesting tomes here. But no Spinoza.” “I'm not familiar with Spinoza,” I said. “More's the pity.” “What about some lunch? Let's go have lunch.” “Oho! Oh, no you don't, sir.” “I'd like to buy you lunch, my friend.
“ I'm betting the Goff boys had a little fun with you . Their idea of fun , anyway . Pair of clowns , them two . " He held out his hand to me . “ Names Farley , by the way . That's first name . Farley Nelson .
He smacked another grounder at McAllister, a skinny kid at third base. He smacked it hard. ... McAllister managed to keep his tail down, but his face shied away from the wicked ground ball. It glanced off the heel of his glove and ...