BURIED DREAMS (Amateur Sleuth / Reporter) – VGBrendan DuBois – 5th in seriesThomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Minotaur, 2004 – HardcoverReporter Lewis Cole’s friend Jon Erickson has made finding evidence of a Viking settlement in New Hampshire his avocation. It seems he’s finally found proof and h...
Investigating a suspicious oil spill by his seacoast home, Lewis Cole stumbles upon the corpse of a murder victim and teams up with mob rep Felix Tinios in order to uncover the truth, a search that brings him up against the local underworld.
Originally posted on my blog, SpecFic Junkie.A "what-if" alternate history, where the Cuban Missile Crisis turned into an all-out nuclear war, Resurrection Day appears to be heavily researched... but somehow misses that an all-out nuclear war would create more than a local catastrophe. Unfortunat...
Late one April evening, retired Department of Defense research analyst Lewis Cole notices a disturbance in the state park across an inlet from his beachfront home in Tyler Beach, New Hampshire. Curious, Cole walks over and finds a solitary man who has been shot to death in the empty wildlife pres...
When I read the synopsis for Dead Sand, I was worried it might turn into a male version of Murder She Wrote; a writer helps the local police of a small New England town solve a murder. Luckily this was not the case and my reservations were quickly dispelled. We follow Lewis Cole into the seedy un...
Ex-Department of Defense research analyst Lewis Cole is a man with a dangerous past. But in the small New England town of Tyler Beach, New Hampshire, he lives a quiet, unassuming life as a columnist for a Boston-based newspaper. In his third adventure, what promises to be another beautiful and pe...
on Monday. Tiger Team Seven - a/k/a Foreign Operations and Intelligence Liaison Team Seven — had been meeting for twelve hours, and now, finally, it was done. The arguing had gone on, back and forth, back and forth, throughout the long day, and at one point Adrianna had had tears in her eyes, and...
Like most of the surrounding buildings, it was brick with white windows and black shutters. Students walked along the concrete sidewalks, singly and in groups, most carrying knapsacks or book bags. I eyed them carefully as they walked by. There were times in this nation’s storied past that colleg...
and the Creeper’s main arthropod twists and falls, and I fly though the air, hoping to land in the mud and water, but instead landing on hard rock and dirt, and I fade and cry out some more. I wake up groggily, nearly every part of me hurting. Flames are still dropping down from the burning maple...
‘He gave me a credit card. It’s from some bank in Toronto.’ A little voice spoke up in my head, and it sounded distinctly like my father’s. Fool, fool, fool. The oldest man, heavyset and with a beard that came to the middle of his chest, looked at me. ‘Is tha...
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