A woman’s body is pulled out of Santa Monica bay with only one clue to her identity: a lawyer’s business card in a waterproof case, wrapped around her neck like a necklace.
Retired detective Arnold Magnuson takes one last case from a dying friend, tracking an insane, homicidal maniac back and forth across Chicago, leaving ruin and death in his wake.
Shell Scott goes undercover at a super-luxury hotel’s opening ceremonies as a beauty contest judge—Scott’s ideal job, if he can stay alive long enough to see it!
To save an innocent man, Shell Scott goes deep undercover at a gangster’s masquerade ball. Let’s just hope for his sake they don’t Kill the Clown.
He bruised their mouths with a brutal kiss and then he strangled them… slowly. Every one of them was young and lovely, every one of them a cop’s wife or sweetheart.
The 87th Precinct squadroom is held hostage by a dead con’s suicidal wife, armed with a .38 and a bottle of nitro. Her target—Steve Carella!
When the son of a powerful Stormwarden battle-mage is kidnapped, the only man who can bring him home alive is Garrett, P.I. And when Garrett takes the case, it explodes from twists and double-crosses.
Someone is knocking off cops in the 87th Precinct, and if there’s one thing the detectives won’t stand for, it’s murder of their own—with the investigators wearing a target on their backs.
After finding a disembodied hand in an airline overnight bag, the 87th’s detectives are tasked with tracking down the body it once belonged to.
Garrett, P.I., is hired to find the woman his dead war buddy Danny left a fortune in silver to. Of course, that’s not so easy when the woman lives in the no-man’s-land between two warring kingdoms.
Private detective Walter James, hot on the trail of the drug lords who killed his partner, finds love and murder in Southern California. Not necessarily in that order.