Sue Grafton4.0 "One of the sassiest, most appealing of the recent spate of female gunshoes . . . 'G' is for glorious, galloping read, and I can't wait for 'H' ."
--Louise Bernikow, Cosmopolitan
Good and bad things seem to be coming in threes for Kinsey Millhone: on her thirty-third birthday she moves back into her renovated apartment, gets hired to find an elderly lady supposedly living in the Mojave Desert by herself, and makes the top of ex-con Tyrone Patty's hit list. It's the last that convinces Kinsey even she can't handle whoever's been hired to whack her, and she gets herself a bodyguard: Robert Dietz, a Porsche-driving P.I. who takes guarding Kinsey's body very seriously. With Dietz watching her for the merest sign of her usual recklessness, Kinsey plunges into her case. And before it's over, she'll unearth the gruesome truth about a long-buried betrayal and, in the process, come fact-to-face with her own mortality. . . .
"Wit is the most versatile weapon in Sue Grafton's well-stocked arsenal, and she uses it with disarming precision. . . . Grafton excels in this milieu."
--Newsweek
"The story is complex; the body-count high; the sexual encounters feverish; and the villains chilling--in another can't-put-it-down outing for this talented author."
--Kirkus Reviews
Лоренс Блок3.5 Прошлое порой догоняет. В этом убедились бывший полицейский Мэтт Скаддер и его давняя подруга, элитная проститутка, Элейн Марделл. Их прошлое смертельно опасно, причем не только для Мэтта и Элейн.
Bernard Schopen0.0 Reno private investigator Jack Ross has been in the desert for six months when his respite is interrupted by television reporter Miranda Santee. She need's Jack help to solve a story. Miranda has an old photograph of two Las Vegas showgirls who allegedly robbed a mobster of one million dollars thirty years earlier. One of the women is dead, the other missing. Only one piece of the story can pull Ross out of the desert—the dead showgirl was his mother. Now, the man who always believed his mother’s death was an accident must find out if she was murdered.
Джерри Кеннили0.0 San Francisco private eye Nick Polo finds that there's more than one wild card in the deck when a high-stakes poker game pushes him into the investigation of some stolen paintings. Soon Polo is in an alphabet soup of law enforcement agencies: FBI, SFPD, even Interpol, as he tries to track down the artwork for its owner, financier Claude Martel.
Complicating matters are Mattel's oversexed wife, his vindictive daughter, a resentful son, and a crooked private detective. Polo's job becomes more than just pleasing a client; he must recover the painting for the sake of his own skin. But can he do it before his luck runs out?
Reviews
"...Kennealy's hands-on knowledge of an investigator's techniques adds verisimilitude and interest." —Publishers Weekly
Стюарт Камински0.0 A killer terrorizes the San Francisco opera, and Toby Peters may be his next victim
The year 1942 is a bad time to stage "Madama Butterfly." Although Puccini's masterpiece is a perennial favorite of the San Francisco opera crowd, its sympathetic depiction of a Japanese girl causes tension in the dark months following Pearl Harbor. Newspaper editorialists rage against the production, opera buffs picket the theater, and a note appears nailed to the house door, threatening violence against the cast and crew. When the first workman dies, the maestro calls Toby Peters, a Los Angeles detective who works discreetly for Hollywood's rich and famous. Two days remain before the opening night, and the body count continues to rise. As he hunts for this self-styled phantom of the opera, Toby falls for one of the company starlets. They must tread lightly, or risk a death more dramatic than anything Puccini ever dreamed of.
Marvin H. Albert0.0 Pete Sawyer is a private eye of a different kind. The son of a World War II American pilot and a brave French resistance fighter, he grew up on both sides of the Atlantic -- though he prefers his sun-dappled villa on the Riviera to most other places. He takes pleasure in a fine wine...and a good gun. His French name is Pierre-Ange, and it suits him. In English, it means Stone Angel.When a beautiful young woman, dripping wet and alone, wandered onto his patio, ex-cop and private eye Pete Sawyer knew he was looking at trouble. He also knew he would take the job.
It sounded simple enough: deliver a letter to a local Riviera resident. But when Pete arrived, the man had vanished and his wife was being worked over by two thugs.
That was only the beginning of a murderous trail of diamonds and death that led from the Cote d'Azur into the exotic heart of Morocco. There, in the stark Sahara, Pete would spark a bloody showdown that few would live to talk about....
John Birkett0.0 All bets are off when it comes to kidnap, mayhem, and murder …
When the "Grand Dame of Kentucky Racing" enlists private eye Michael Rhineheart to deliver the ransom for a kidnapped broodmare and her foal, Rhineheart thinks it will be a speedy transaction.
But what should have been a simple mission turns into a deadly double-cross, and soon Rhineheart is on the hunt for the horses … and a ruthless killer.
Fans of Dick Francis will love Birkett's hardboiled gumshoe and his Kentucky bluegrass flavor.
Уолтер Мосли3.7 В Лос-Анджелесе конца 1940-х годов Изи Роулинса, чернокожего ветерана войны, только что уволили с работы на оборонном заводе. Изи пьет в баре у друга, размышляя, как он выплатит ипотеку, когда входит белый мужчина в льняном костюме, предлагающий хорошие деньги, если Изи просто найдет мисс Дафну Моне, белокурую красавицу, известную завсегдатаями черных джаз-клубов.
Jerome Doolittle0.0 A presidential candidate hires Bethany to investigate his choice for Secretary of State, J. Alden Kellicot. Bethany finds Kellicot's background flawless--except for his coked-up, murdered daughter. When an attempt is made on Bethany's life, he vows to uncover what someone is desperately trying to hide.
Джанет Доусон0.0 When P.I. Jeri Howard takes on a missing-persons case, she's not the only person confused. The vanished woman's husband doesn't even know his wife's real name. But as Jeri digs deeper, she reveals long-buried secrets, old public scandals, and the real possibility that too much knowledge is a dangerous thing...
"A welcome addition to this tough genre."
THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
Ronald Tierney0.0 The 69-year-old semi-retired private detective reluctantly takes the case of a Mrs. William B. Stone who seems to have lost track of her husband. Shanahan, who finds his once lonely life complicated by an attractive younger woman, nevertheless finds his client's husband almost immediately. But the job isn't over. The problem is the man is dead and buried in his own back yard. Who did it and why leads the detective to the city's meaner streets where the veil of secrecy is finally lifted.
