When a circus tent fire calls Tribune reporter Dalton Walker into action, he's disturbed to find that no relatives have come to claim the body of a young victim. Dalton is also covering the story of a young Amish woman turned famous New York dancer. But not every story is what it seems, and soon ...
As a young man, New York Times bestselling author John Dunning earned his living for several years working behind the scenes on the racetrack circuit. Now he brings his memories of the horse world and his expertise in collectible books to this mesmerizing new Bookman novel rich with the lore of b...
The first but not my last, July 20, 2012 By Ellen Rappaport (Florida) This review is from: The Sign of the Book (Cliff Janeway Novels) (Paperback) This was my first Cliff Janeway Bookman story but I will be reading more in this series.Cliff Janeway is a rare book dealer and runs a book store alon...
[9/10]Cliff Janeway walks the thin red line between two worlds : on one side, the Law enforcement officer club with its macho ethos and its band of brothers loyalties and on the other, the slightly geeky ecosystem of book collectors - first editions, limited art prints, antiques, signed rarities,...
John Dunning's Cliff Janeway series ranks among my top favorites in mystery/detective series. When I think of Dunning an inevitable comparison takes place in my little grey cells: if you like Dick Francis you will love John Dunning. Why the comparison? What I often find delightful in fiction i...
This is the story of a dead man, how he got that way, and what happened to some other people because of his death.He was a gentle man, quiet, a human mystery.He had no relatives, no next of kin to notify. He had no close friends, but no enemies either.His cats would miss him.No one could think of...
Max said We were sitting in the darkness of his car, the one place where I knew we would not be overheard. The two photographs of the mountain trail were in my lap. I had not intended going quite this far with it, but once I started to tell it I had to fill in the gaps to maintain credibility. Pi...
Often he felt like a character on manuscript paper, like someone he himself had made up long ago. In a sense, of course, that was true. There was no Joel Beer. Even this time and place were imaginary; the people, himself included, were like toys shoved hither and yon by some giant author beyond t...