Joey Luck and his daughter Cindy are small-time criminals going nowhere fast, until they join forces with Vin Pinna, a hardened criminal on the run from Miami.
They soon begin to set their sights higher and turn their hands to kidnapping. But their hostage, ex-movie star Don Elliot, seems to have different ideas. When he wants in they form a ‘quartet in crime’, and this time the stakes are higher still – eight Russian stamps worth a million dollars.
‘Realistic and suspenseful far beyond his average’ Observer
Blood’s runnin’ down my face from where this guy’s just bust me, my nose feels like it’s split in half. Then this dame gets up an’ strolls over to me – I reckon I am not lookin’ quite so good.
She says: ‘Well for cryin’ out loud.’
Is this my big day or is it?
She stands lookin’ at me, sippin’ champagne. ‘So you’re a big “G” man,’ she says. ‘Well, personally, if you hadn’t got a lot comin’ to you I would take a bust at you myself, you lousy, crawlin’, gum-shoein’ dick. Have a drop of liquor, big boy.’ She pours the contents of her glass over my face. It stings like hell, but I’m tellin’ you it was good liquor.
The only clue that could lead to the arrest of a homicidal killer is a golf ball button, torn from the jacket the killer was wearing, and found next to the horrifyingly mutilated body of a young hooker.
There are four owners of jackets with golf ball buttons living in the city. When Detective Tom Lepski of the Paradise City Police checks out these jackets, suspicion falls on Ken Brandon, an insurance agent.
But just when Lepski is sure he has his man, two more horrifying killings occur, and he is faced with the trickiest case he’s ever had to solve.
Clint Sewell knew there wasn’t a wife within fifty miles who didn’t have reason to murder Mary Olan – because there wasn’t a husband around who didn’t think the grass was greener in Mary Olan’s bedroom. The latest occupant was Sewell’s boss, Dodd Raymond – a man not above using Sewell to cover up his sins. And maybe not above letting Clint take the rap when the fabulous Mary is found dead in Sewell’s bedroom closet with his belt around her neck.
Mark Girland’s problems begin when a beautiful blonde is found lying on a dark deserted quai in Paris – the initials of the top Chinese atomic scientist tattooed on her upper thigh.
The girl is suffering from acute amnesia. Girland, desperate for money, is ordered by the CIA to get any information he can – by posing as her husband.
But the appeal of the mission begins to wear thin when Girland discovers he has involved himself in a life and death race to extract vital atomic secrets from the scientist’s beautiful mistress.
Jerry Stevens, an out-of-work bit-part movie actor, is offered a job at a thousand dollars a day to impersonate John Merrill Ferguson, one of the richest and most powerful men in the world.
Ferguson needs to finish a secret deal but hungry journalists are continually watching every move he makes. In order to complete it, Ferguson needs a ‘stand-in’. For Stevens, the money is beyond his wildest dreams.
But from the moment Steven’s steps into Ferguson’s shoes, he is thrown into a nightmare of intrigue, murder and stark terror.
Hollis Fletcher has no idea why someone has tried to kill him. Fletcher is a professional hunter with years of tracking experience, and he’s going to find the man who left him for dead in the frozen Minnesota woods, and take vengeance. Soon he discovers he is after big game: someone in the entourage of Fletcher’s boyhood friend, Gary Westergard – candidate for the presidency – pulled the trigger, and his own daughter is a key figure in the campaign. Hollis Fletcher is a threat to someone, someone who has taken steps to remove the problem. In failing, they’ve only made it worse.
The hunt has begun. Fletcher is skilled, patient and deadly – and his target never escapes …
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Suicide or murder? Despite all indications to the contrary, Alec Methven had not eaten his last meal in solitude, and somebody was very anxious to conceal that fact.
As if one death on the beautiful island of Madeira was not enough, there was another. Peter Corey, who had found Methven’s body, had a cast-iron alibi: he was on a plane to the island at the time of the death, en route to visit his old friend. But what of the second killing that so inexplicably occurred?
‘No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford’ Elmore Leonard
Amoral, sexy and brutal, Wild Wives was written in a sleazy San Francisco hotel in the early 1950s while Willeford was on leave from the army. This tale of deception features crooked detective Jacob C. Blake and his nemesis: a beautiful, insane young woman who is the wife of a socially prominent San Francisco architect.
Blake becomes entangled in a web of deceit, intrigue and multiple murders in this exciting period tale.
‘Mr Willeford never puts a foot wrong, and this is truly an entertainment to relish’ New Yorker
Every morning, Miss Loveapple blesses her good fortune. She has property, a devoted maid and is young and beautiful. An independent woman, she has a mind never to marry. But a darker mind – one Clarence Club’s – has a plan that will leave her accused of murder.
About to go on holiday to Switzerland, Miss Loveapple has her fortune told at the village fete, and her good luck is predicted to turn sour. At the station, she stops to buy some white heather, giving her mere seconds to board her train.
Though her holiday is not quite what she wished for, she meets all kinds of people, who come between her and many an opportunity for disaster. And when she narrowly misses being killed by jewel thieves, her delayed return helps her make a very important decision.
Sam Brice, the perfect rugged hero, is involved with a young widow named Janice Gantry. But when she vanishes, Janice leaves behind a trail of blackmail, murder and a man at war with his own sense of duty.
Sam is too curious to steer clear of the mystifying disappearances off the Florida Keys, too stubborn to avoid making enemies with a cunning criminal and killer, and perhaps too enraged to do what he knows he must to save the one woman who matters: become as cold, impersonal, and deadly as an assassin.
She came out of his past to threaten his future
Out of Jefferson Halliday’s past comes Rima Marshall. She’s got nothing to lose – she’s sunk just about as far as a woman can go. But she knows enough to put Jefferson in the hot seat. And he knows she knows. With the deck stacked against him, blackmail becomes a deadly weapon to fool around with …
‘The thriller maestro of the generation’ Manchester Evening News