Mad Dog Vigilante Cop! That's what the papers are calling Dirty Harry. Some dude who's no friend of Harry's has lifted his prize Magnum and is blasting some of his worst enemies out of this world. Harry wants to get his name clean, his gun back, and put an end to the "dead man" who's playing Harr...
Book by Dane Hartman
Dirty Harry is gunning for blood; stalking a killer protected by the power of the U.S. government! The Magnum-powered action doesn't stop for Dirty Harry; not even on Christmas Eve. Now Harry's after a killer who celebrates the holiday season by shoving women beneath the wheels of speeding subway...
"Επιθεωρητής Κάλαχαν", εκδόσεις ΒΙΠΕΡ.Πρώτο βιβλίο της σειράς Βρόμικος Χάρι, τρίτο που διαβάζω εγώ. Μου φάνηκε το ίδιο καλό με τα δυο προηγούμενα. Ο Χάρι Κάλαχαν μπλέκεται σε μια βρόμικη υπόθεση, που τον αναγκάζει να μετακινηθεί από τους σκληρούς δρόμους του Σαν Φρανσίσκο στο Σαν Αντόνιο. Στόχος ...
If it had to be either of their daughters, Mr. and Mrs. Halliwell of Carlisle, Massachusetts, were afraid it would be the older one that they would get a police call about late one night. Judy had always been the good girl. As often happens with the second-born of two chil...
He hadn’t been able to decide what his fascination was with her. But there was something that drew him to her. He still had to get himself a place to stay that night—he supposed some cheap hotel or boarding house would do, might as well stretch his two hundred dollars as far as he could—but he wa...
He kept having to shout and still worse, hear the sad lonely reverberation of his own voice come back to him. “I lost the subject,” he kept repeating with growing insistence. Gradually, the unit commander seemed to comprehend him. “How did that happ...
But then Elsie recognized that this was in fact Harry Callahan, and that probably what had happened was that he’d just gone and gotten himself into a little more trouble than he could handle. “God, you look a sight.” She guided him into the bathtub ...
It was the first thing Harry wanted to know after he closed and locked the door behind him. He was about to flick on the lights when her outstretched arm stopped him. “Please . . . please don’t. I’m afraid.” “It’s a little late for that,” Harry remi...
Though darkness hadn’t settled in on the city, witches and ghosts were already on the march down Polk Street, making their way to parties or preparing to join the parade that would advance through downtown. This was a night that the San Francisco police force generally dre...
Not that he was ever exactly happy in general, but Harry particularly irritated him. He irritated him when he, for whatever reason, failed to solve a case or else left a lot of loose ends hanging. But he certainly irritated him more when he successfully brought a case to a close. Bressler was int...
the slushy voice boomed in Harry’s ear. “And so’s the city. The tenth biggest city in the whole United States. We’re bigger than Boston. We’re bigger than Pittsburgh. We’re bigger than all those piss-ass Eastern cities!” Everytime the slurred voice mangled a word with “s” ...
Angry, yes; surprised, no. Terry Inagaki stood before him, secure in the very heart of the Kozure Ronin, smiling like an understanding yet vindictive diety just about to eradicate a naughty worshiper. “Come right in, Inspector,” the traitorous Chicago cop stated. “I have b...
With a five-hundred-dollar annual membership fee, the clientele was bound to be well heeled, the kind of fabulous-looking people who photographers kill one another to capture on film. The kind of people you never see until very late at night; what happens to them during the day is anyone’s guess....
Up until then, they simply looked like two girlfriends coming home after a movie or a late dinner. There was nothing unusual in that. In fact, it was a real good idea to pair up on these balmy September San Francisco nights. Between the fog and the intermittent showers, a person had to be careful...
It was the bright red wrap dress, he might proclaim, setting her out like a beacon in the dim Fillmore streets. It was the dark blue T-strap shoes with the beige high heels, he might add, marking her as a haughty bitch who had nothing better to do than entice and excite every person she came into...