THEN BOHO SLEUTH MEETS THE HOT LIFE, IT'S MURDER ON THE DOWN LOW... She's "the most charismatic crime fiction heroine to appear in the last decade," a jazz-playing, freewheeling sleuth with a knack for living cool...and landing in hot water. She's Nanette Hayes, and this time around she's flying...
Nanette Hayes is a former child prodigy with a Master's Degree in French, but earns her living playing saxophone for spare change on New York's funkiest, meanest streets. It's how she likes it...until an undercover cop is murdered in her apartment. Suddenly, the law is on her case, a jazz-loving ...
Of Jackson Park, the first Cook County mystery featuring an unconventional trio of sleuths, Margo Jefferson of The New York Times said, “Charlotte Carter blends street savvy with wry urbanity and delivers a truly modern big-city crime tale.” Now Carter returns with another suspenseful novel that ...
Still, despite the limited selection in every department, the produce was fresh and locally grown, and the meat well trimmed. Sarah loaded up her cart, including a good-looking apple pie from the bakery and some freshly baked whole-wheat rolls. As she wheeled her cart toward the cash register, sh...
Paige lingered over her coffee. Jay had eaten early with Bryan, then Jay went out to take care of his business. Grandpa had drifted into the kitchen later. He’d had some cereal before assuming his position in front of the television for the morning news. Paige knew she sho...
To leave the job offer dangling like a forgotten Christmas ornament on the tree wasn’t fair to the hospital or to Albert Varner. First thing after she arrived at work, she went downstairs. Penny was already in her office searching for something in a pewter-gray filing cabinet. From the back, it l...
I shook my head. Should I throw them away now, once and for all? I reached for them, but then withdrew my hand. Might as well wait until the basket was full. Then I’d just toss everything, including those traitors, into a garbage bag and consign it to the big can downstairs. I dressed in the gend...
She heard his footsteps on the gravel. Caught the faint scent of his tangy aftershave on the breeze. Felt his eyes boring a hole into her back. Straightening her spine, she gave her hair a little toss as she keyed the padlock open and slid the door aside. There was nothing...
He found us in the kitchen, all dressed and in our coats. “Y’all going to church?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes.“We’re going out for breakfast,” I said. “And then I’ve got to go see somebody. Although church doesn’t seem like such a bad idea at this point.”It took Sim a few minutes to notice Jor...
Adam Hunter speared his grease-stained fingers through his hair. He’d taken over the Bear Lake Garage from his dad ten years ago. Adam, and his father before him, had always had a line of credit at the local bank. They’d been doing business on credit with the auto-parts store in Missoula for thir...