This second entry in Healy's John Francis Cuddy series shows a big step up from the first. It's a tighter, more focused, and more complex story than that one. It's also a much more violent one with several deaths.Cuddy investigates the torture-murder of an MP buddy from his days in Vietnam. We...
At different times in his career, PI John Francis Cuddy has been hired by lawyers to assist them in investigations involving their clients. Such is the case here when Steve Rothenberg asks Cuddy to help find proof of the innocence of a man named Alan Spaeth. Spaeth is accused of killing a well ...
When three members of the Foursome--a pair of wealthy, libertine couples--are found murdered by a peaceful Maine lake, Detective John Cuddy is hired to scour Maine's North Woods and Boston's meanest streets to find the killer. Reprint. NYT. K.
P.I. John Cuddy is asked to become a watchdog for individual rights crusader Maisy Andrus--a woman who's made more than her share of enemies. As Cuddy enters Maisy's world of righteousness and outrage, he finds some likely suspects--but little realizes how treacherous the truth really is.
Cuddy attempts to exonerate a boy who confessed to murder under hypnosis William Daniels nearly didn't make it to college. A black student raised in one of Boston's roughest suburbs, he once barely skirted time in juvenile hall for gang activities. Pressure from his mother convinced William to s...
Then I went in through the main entrance and received the standard greeting from Karen, wanting to know if she could help me in any way. I asked her about Finian Quill. “Gee, I’m sorry but I don’t think Finian’s here right now. Can someone else help you?” I said I’d see Mr. Bernstein instead and ...
“How do you mean?” I said. “Well, consider it, good sir. ‘The Almeida Funeral Home.’ It’s flat, unappealing. Would you want to be buried from there?” I’d had enough vodka to think about it. Malcolm Peete used the gap to pour another triple into his glass. We’d both wanted a postmortem after Gail ...
Stephen Kinnington whispered as he beckoned me toward the back of the house. “Does the house have an alarm system?” I asked, still winded from my hike up the path. “Yes,” he said as we approached the back door, “but my father never turns it on before he goes to bed.” Stephen produced a key, and w...
Thanks." I was at the door when Murphy said, "Oh, and Cuddy?" "Yeah." "Neely's got a nickname. 'Beef'." "Beef." "Yeah. Don't say it to him, but use it, huh?" "Use it how?" "Take the man to lunch." I looked at my watch. "But I thought I'd go over there now." "Won't matter to old Beef." "Thanks aga...