By Dick Francis
Wine service provider Tony seashore has expertly catered his newest society soiree, however the fun's over whilst a crew of hit males crash the party…literally. the development leaves Tony with a sour aftertaste of suspicion—and units off a secret that's an intoxicating mixture of deception, intrigue, and homicide.
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Book eight of the continued "Women's homicide Club" series
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As San Francisco's such a lot glamorous millionaires mingle on the occasion of the yr, an individual is watching—waiting for an opportunity to take vengeance on Isa and Ethan Bailey, the city's so much celebrated couple. ultimately, the killer pinpoints the suitable second, and it's the right homicide. no longer a hint of facts is left at the back of of their glamorous domestic.
As Detective Lindsay Boxer investigates the high-profile homicide, another individual is located brutally executed—a preacher with a message of wish for the homeless. His demise approximately falls in the course of the cracks, but if reporter Cindy Thomas hears approximately it, she understands the tale can be large. Probing deeper into the victim's background, she discovers he won't were really as saintly as every person thought.
As the quest for 2 criminals checks the bounds of the Women's homicide membership, Lindsay sees sparks fly among Cindy and her associate, Detective wealthy Conklin. The Women's homicide membership now faces its hardest problem: will love ruin. ..
Thomas cook dinner is one in all today's such a lot acclaimed writers of mental thrillers, penning hypnotic stories of forbidden love and devastating secrets and techniques. Now he has written an unforgettable novel that weaves one man's tortured lifestyles with a dangerous secret that spans 5 a long time. .. .
Riverwood is an artists' neighborhood within the Hudson River valley, a serene position the place writers can excellent their craft. yet for all its good looks and isolation, it was touched by means of a bad crime--the homicide of a teenage woman who lived at the property fifty years in the past. Faye Harrison's killer was once by no means caught--and now her death mom is desirous to study the reality approximately her daughter's murder.
Enter Paul Graves, a author who attracts upon the discomfort of his personal tragic previous to write down haunting stories of poser. Graves has been summoned to Riverwood for an strange task: to use the paintings of fiction to a criminal offense that used to be genuine, after which write a narrative that would resolution the questions that hold Faye's mom from a relaxed dying. only a tale. It doesn't must be actual. Or does it?
An unwelcome customer arrives at a beach domestic to discover that loss of life awaits her there
The condo referred to as sundown has been Marcia’s summer season domestic for her complete existence. either one of her mom and dad died there, and she or he and her brother spent their formative years exploring its rambling hallways and seashore grounds. They love the outdated condo, yet Marcia’s sister-in-law hasn't ever taken to it. Juliette loathes the ocean, and shortly involves detest her husband, in addition. once they divorce, Juliette will pay a last stopover at to sundown, not easy alimony. She is there for a couple of demanding days ahead of she disappears. It takes them every week to discover her body.
The peace at sundown has been shattered, and Marcia needs to paintings fast to maintain her loved adolescence domestic from being eternally spoiled. someplace within the creaky outdated mansion, a assassin lurks. Will Marcia be accused of the crime? Or will she be the following sufferer?
Because the writer of the electrifying W. E. B. Griffin novels of the army, police, spies, and counterspies, William E. Butterworth III has been delighting readers for decades—but he has a distinct deal with for them now.
At the smooth age of 16, Philip W. Williams III is expelled from boarding university for committing a prank, and at the educate domestic certainly wonders the place his lifestyles will take him now. It by no means enters his brain that he'll turn into a world-class marksman and a distinct agent of the U. S. military Counterintelligence Corps in postwar Germany, play a key position within the defection of a Soviet officer after which courtroom probability as a courier for the CIA, marry an Austrian ballet dancer of ferocious mien, develop into a well known bestselling novelist, and meet the affection of his existence on a looking journey to Scotland.
Yet all of this, and greatly extra, awaits him, in a raucous sequence of adventures throughout Europe and the us that may have readers giggling, cheering, and propulsively turning the pages to find what occurs next.
It is a unique that basically invoice Butterworth may possibly write—and that his hundreds of thousands of fanatics will enjoy.
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As a writer, I know how the right bad word at a crucial moment can purge ugly emotions and relieve emotional tension. As a guy who has been forced to struggle to survive almost as long as he has been alive, I also know that no word—even a really, really bad word—can prevent a blunt object from splitting your skull if it is swung with enthusiasm and makes contact. So having been driven to my knees by the second blow, and with my skull ringing as though the hunchback of Notre Dame were inside my head and pulling maniacally on bell ropes, I said the bad word, but I also lunged forward as best I could and grabbed my assailant by the ankles.
But I doubted that anyone patrolling the beach would have been able to catch sight of me in the deepening gloom. Nevertheless, when not throwing myself headlong into trouble and leaping off piers, I am a prudent young man. I suspected I would be wise to ascend farther into the webwork of wood. In some cozy high redoubt, I would roost until the thugs decided that I had drowned. When they went away to raise a toast to my death in whatever greasy barroom or opium den their kind frequented, I would safely go ashore and return home, where Hutch would be washing his face in sanitizing gel and waiting for the tsunami.
I propped the ﬂashlight on his chest. Because his head was raised on a mound of sand, the bright beam bathed him from chin to hairline. If something like Godzilla woke in a Paciﬁc abyss and decided to come ashore to ﬂatten our picturesque community, this guy’s face would dissuade it from a rampage, and the scaly beast would return meekly to the peace of the deeps. With the fog-diffused lights of town to guide me, I slogged across the wide beach. I did not proceed directly east. Perhaps Flashlight Guy had told the pier crew that he was on the shore due west of some landmark, by which they could ﬁnd him.