A rich, compelling story about a girl's rights with a seedy background of dirty secrets. Samantha usually handles all the drug cases and those related to drugs especially since it was her job when she was back in New York. Drugs leads to hustlers and other petty crimes. But she also works with vi...
(originally published at http://nomadreader.blogspot.com)The basics: When high-profile reporter Percy Crenshaw is murdered, the cops immediately identify a suspect and secure a somewhat suspicious confession. ADA Samantha Kincaid must try the case with the evidence given, even as she searches for...
Missing Justice is the second novel in Alafair Burke's Samantha Kincaid series. This book finds Deputy District Attorney Samantha promoted to the Major Crimes Division of the Portland District Attorney's office and investigating her first major murder case: the murder of Clarissa Easterbrook. Cla...
Even the clerical staff at least got nifty acronyms—PAAs, short for police administrative aides. And so, unsurprisingly, the cops who did the increasingly important work of analyzing computers for the NYPD weren’t merely detectives: they were CIS detectives. &n...
Two floors. Blond brick. Occupied a quarter of a block. Most NYPD precinct houses were twice the size. Rogan reached for the front door, then paused. “You know this is going to blow, right?” “As in vuvuzela-levels of blowing. Come on, Double J, let’s get it over with.” They made their way to a de...
HE WANTED TO SEE MEGAN WHEN she emerged from her building. He wondered if watching her — getting to know the life he would eventually take from her — would be as enjoyable as it had been with Amy Davis. Amy had been special. He had taken his time setting up every last detail. It had paid off too....
The half-mile drive to St. Vincent’s was a straight shot west on Fourteenth Street, then a quick left turn on Seventh Avenue. Rogan swerved around the two layers of ambulances stacked on the west side of the hospital and took another quick left on Eleventh Street, pulling the car to a halt at the...
I managed to weave a path through the clutter to find Charlotte in the back hallway, yelling at someone in Buckley’s bedroom not to “linger on the panties. Don’t think I didn’t see you.” “Movers are all ex-felons,” she muttered. I was pretty sure that wasn’t true, but Charlotte needed something t...
The short drive from the east twenty-something blocks of Manhattan to the far west teens unveiled a dramatic transformation from the sterile and generic high rises of Stuyvesant Town to what was currently the city’s hottest neighborhood.The key to the Meatpacking District’s current popularity res...
Recast.” McKenna remembered her editor’s comment, red-penciled in the margin of the manuscript for Unreasonable Doubt. The note was in response to McKenna’s depiction of an FBI agent who appeared at the local police precinct to exercise federal jurisdiction over the investigation. &nb...
For some, the question comes when they wake up one morning, look at the person sleeping next to them, and realize—all at once, for the first time, but with unambiguous clarity—that they no longer want to be married. For others, it’s a glance in the mirror at a face lost beneath years of self-negl...
Now all they needed was a suspect.That left them back at their adjacent desks, divvying up their to-do list. In her one year as a detective, Ellie had gotten used to other cops assuming she would be the one to do this kind of paper-driven legwork, perhaps because she was junior, but most likely b...