First off, this has absolutely nothing to do with last year's film Death Sentence with Kevin Bacon. Sure, the titles are the same, and the movie was supposedly "based on the novel by Brian Garfield," but trust me, they have nothing to do with each other. Not a single plot point from the novel fou...
A rollicking adventure starring a young Theodore RooseveltIn 1884, Teddy Roosevelt’s political career is dead in the water. A New York state assemblyman with eyes on national office, he finds his ambitions thwarted just months after his wife and infant daughter pass away. Frustrated by politics, ...
During World War II, a Russian refugee spies for the United States Since the great upheaval of November 1917, Alex Denilov has known nothing but war. In the civil war that followed the Bolshevik Revolution, he fought for the old imperial order. When the Reds won out, he fled west, finding work in...
An Arizona sheriff takes an impossible job: arresting Wyatt Earp Wyatt Earp rides the train to Tucson alongside his brother Morgan, who makes the trip in the comfort of a wooden casket. Earp comes from Tombstone, along with his two surviving brothers and Doc Holliday, on a mission of vengeance f...
I rang the switchboard. “This is Mr. Dark in Fifteen Eleven. There’s a message light.” I tossed the folded Playbill on the coffee table and jerked my tie loose. “Yes, sir, here it is. Please call Mr. Myerson. He didn’t leave a number, sir.” “That’s all right, I know the number. Thanks.” I cradled...
He made his way through the congratulatory crowd, answering their hoots with a spare nod. An eddy of heat rose from his stomach; he was thinking about Erich Franke and the closeness of it. He put the crowd behind him and advanced toward the officials-only car park with the hard sun in his face. S...
His hands hit the ignition and headlight switches and extinguished them both and then he let himself fall out of the seat. When he hit belly-flat he kicked the car door shut to cut off the interior dome light. He edged under the side of the car fumbling inside the back of his shirt to get at the ...
C H A P T E R Twelve Carl Oakley sat in the Cadillac behind rolled-up tinted windows, wearing a hat and dark glasses and hoping he looked enough like Earle Conniston from a distance to pass the test. He twisted in his seat to sweep the picnic area and the cottonwood-sycamore copse that surrounded...
She can’t decipher his expression. All he says is, “Go on.” “Last year we separated and I moved out here. I thought I’d get settled and then go back and collect Wendy. As soon as I’d established California residency I filed for divorce here. But then I found out he’d filed at the same time—back i...
“Up and out, Ross. Meet me in the lobby in five minutes. Our man’s broken surface.” “The hell time’s it?” But Cutter had hung up on him. He found the lamp switch and threw the sheet back and plunged into his clothes. He slid his expansion-banded watch on—it was just past two o’clock in the mornin...
The open ashtray under the dashboard was filled with butts. Mathieson got out of Caruso’s car and slid into Bradleigh’s. The air conditioning blew the smoke around Bradleigh’s face in fragile wreaths. Mathieson pulled the door shut. “You keep it idling in this heat with the air-conditioner on, yo...
If I’d still been a cop, and if I’d had time and facilities, I’d have taken him downtown, booked him as a material witness and sweated him a while to find out how much of his story was true. I took back streets to get out of Las Palmas, found a phone booth in a shopping center and called the Exec...
They had seen them—shadowy movements in the aspens down below. Once one of them had come tantalizingly close to Hanratty’s body. But they had never offered a clear shot, they had never come out of the trees. The Major said, “The sensible thing is to stay put. Stay here. Let them come to us—we’ll ...
Russell Hastings Quint had probably been born fat—generous, good-natured, and often childish. His huge torso, contained in a dark vest, seemed to need a golden watch chain. He was a pink flannel-and-tweed man with thinning brown hair and a guardsman moustache; his face was big, with deep square b...
There is an old Jewish saying: The deeper the sorrow, the less voice it has. They had not been related but they had been more than friends. She helped his three grown children make the funeral arrangements; he was cremated on a Thursday afternoon. We gathered afterward in his flat and the “childr...
grew out of a rumor that had wide circulation several years ago. According to the rumor — a sort of alligators-in-the-sewer-system allegation, presented as absolute documented fact — the con depicted in “King’s X” was successfully employed half a century ago by a veteran trickster to fleece Tiffa...
He stood smoking a cigarette, watching the bearded Pesquiera and the squat, strong Gabilondo. Crests of snow topped the mountains. On the Rio Sonora below, the capital city of Ures lay dusty and quiet. “Once it was Gandara’s capital,” Pesquiera said. “Now it is ours, eh, Hilario?” “Sí,” Gabilondo...
Continental European Time The sky was weak lemon in color and Perdido loomed above the hotel, powder snow blowing off its peak in little gusty clouds. Eleven thousand feet of mountain and nothing to do but ski. The lodge was huge with a heavy-handed massiveness that failed to create the kind of r...
The police had nothing to report by way of progress in apprehending the intruders who had killed Esther and destroyed Carol’s life. Paul summoned enough righteous outrage to reduce the lieutenant to a string of whining apologies and excuses. When he hung up he realized how counterfeit his indigna...
Ramsey Douglass felt edgy and irritable when he parked at the curb and walked to the heavy glass doors. The waiting room inside was freezing cold; the air-conditioning had been built for 120-degree summers and nobody had adjusted it for the 85-degree outside temperature of early April. The skinny...