The endearing hero of Dallas Murphy's Edgar Award nominee Lover Man is back in a wild, winsome new adventure (Kirkus Reviews). Artie Deemer gets more than he bargained for when he meets the woman of his dreams, Crystal Spivey--a pool shark whose husband turns up dead after stealing $14 million fr...
The sea was flat and friendly. Jellyroll stood in the bow, ears flapping. “Gorgeous,” Crystal said of Cabot Strait. Her face was alight. “Does anybody swim here?” “It’s pretty cold.” That was cant. It was bloody freezing. Briefly dunking my hand caused great throbbing, but maybe I was being wimpy...
“They’re making me very angry, the fucks!” snapped Crystal. “They kidnap me, shove drugs down my throat. They kidnap you! They ruin my place. They might already’ve killed my uncle!” “Dey don’t deserve to live,” agreed Calabash. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Do you want to go to the police? ...
I took Jellyroll for his evening walk down by the Hudson River, where the mist had turned to genuine sea fog. Jellyroll chased a soggy squirrel, which when treed, chattered angrily down at him, and I felt guilty for letting him do it. We were alone on the promenade that edged the river. I could h...