Quinn has more or less retired from the police department and is now running his own detective agency. He is approached by Chrissie who claims to have won a considerable sum of money and wants to hire his agency to find the killer, know as the “Carver,” of her twin sister, Tiffany. Quinn is then...
Mrok czai się nie tylko w ciemnych kątachDom to azyl, miejsce, w którym czujemy się swobodnie i naturalnie, w którym nie musimy udawać kogoś innego i zrzucamy maski. Dom to często wymarzone mieszkanie kupione za zaoszczędzone pieniądze, pieczołowicie urządzane przez wiele miesięcy, mające dawać u...
AN ALO NUDGER MYSTERY No one thought Curtis Colt had been railroaded for the shooting of a liquor store owner, least of all St. Louis private investigator Alo Nudger. It had been an open-and-shut case of cold-blooded murder, and the people of Missouri were just waiting for Colt to be strapped int...
RATING: 3.25He had an abusive childhood, raised by an unstable mother who headed a religious sect which had revival meetings at their home. Whenever these took place, he was locked in a closet, alone with the spiders that would bite him. As an adult, he became a member of a top-secret military gr...
An ex-cop, Coop, teams up with a mystery writer, Deni, to investigate the death of his daughter for a true crime book thought to revitalize her waning career. Deni attributes the death of Coop's daughter and several others to a yet undiscovered serial killer. A killer so crafty that he changes ...
I bought this used paperback book at a Literacy Luncheon and forgot about it until I was looking for something to read one day. It was an okay thriller, but didn't quite live up to the hype on the cover. According to the cover "John Lutz is one of the masters" and "John Lutz knows to make you shi...
I pulled this off the shelf in the house my family & I were renting for vacation. The synopsis sounded interesting, so I gave it a shot. The crime story - an arsonist lighting people on fire in their fancy Manhattan apartments - was fascinating and well-written. The twists and turns were great. I...
When night falls, a ruthless sniper terrorizes the streets of New York City. After the killer's next victim is murdered right before his eyes, retired homicide detective Vin Repetto makes it his personal mission to stop this madman dead in his tracks.
Private detective Fred Carver becomes embroiled in another strange case. A new client in an unusual situation leaves Carver's office and gets into his car. The car explodes upon ignition and only a charred corpse remains. Identify questions develop and Carver's case turns into murder.The compelli...
Fred Carver investigates the suspicious death of a sixty-seven-year-old resident of an idylic retirement community.
Scorcher, the fourth book in a series that includes Tropical Heat, Flame and Kiss, again features Florida private detective Fred Carver. A serial killer is on the loose, a maniac wielding a homemade flame thrower fashioned from a scuba tank. He has murdered three people - and one of them is Carve...
When Carver is approached by Henry Tiller, a retired cop living in the Florida Keys, to check out his wealthy and suspicious neighbor, Carver is reluctant to get involved. But as he investigates, he realizes the neighbor's hired muscle and his luxury yacht with oddly shaped cargo boxes can only m...
A collection of twenty-seven short mystery/thriller stories with an introduction by John Lutz, author of Better Mousetraps, Endless Roads, Shadows Everywhere, and The Nudger Dilemmas.
St. Louis detective Alo Nudger is hired to go to New Orleans and investigate a singer for a legendary jazz man named Fat Jack. Only certain people don't want Nudger poking around in their business...This is the third book in the Nudger series and John Lutz seems to have hit a good rhythm. Nudge...
It's been about ten years since I read my first John Lutz and decided I wouldn't read another Lutz book. Years have passed, some perspective has changed, reading habits altered. I thought I'd give another one a try.Oops! This book reminded me of my reasoning years ago. Though there is a good myst...
Her twin sister Jenine had been murdered, and Jeanette Boyington wanted St. Louis-based private eye Alo Nudger to help find the killer. Nudger knew he shouldn't take the case, knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved in an active police investigation. But he needed the work, and so he agreed ...
The author of SWF Seeks Same--soon to be a Columbia Picture starring Bridget Fonda and titled Single White Female--follows with an even more suspenseful and gripping story about a serial killer whose victims are ballroom dancers. Glossary of ballroom dance terms.
Imitation is the deadliest form of flattery . . . After a messy break-up, Allie Jones finds herself living alone in her New York City apartment, no one to share her bed with-and more urgently, no one to share her rent. The solution seems clear: she needs a roommate. And Hedra Carlson seems perfe...
New York Times bestseller Frank Quinn, the relentless detective who made his debut in John Lutz's acclaimed thriller "Darker Than Night, " faces his toughest--and most personal--case yet. . . An Invitation Written In Blood. . . A madman is stalking women in the city. By the time his victims are...
Waffles and sausage patties, all pre-prepared, and the finished issue of toaster and microwave. Pearl’s idea of cooking. It didn’t smell bad, though. The faint haze suspended in the warm kitchen was pungent and conducive to the appetite. But it didn’t fool Quinn or Jody. They’d been tricked befor...
The killer lay alone in his bed, his head propped on his wadded pillow so he could see the TV on the mass-produced antique dresser facing the foot of the bed. He watched the umpire simply stand with his fists on his hips, staring off toward left field. Threats seemed to fall flat even before they...
He left Beth parked in her car outside the apartment on Belt so she could follow Gretch if for some reason he broke and ran again. Then he limped along the hot sidewalk toward the building entrance, wishing he’d had time to stop for lunch. His stomach was growling. People like Gretch caused probl...
Jill asked. Quinn steered the big Lincoln to swerve around a bus stopped for passengers and smiled over at her. “The pesky press, dear. They want to know what’s going on all the time.” Jill winced as the Lincoln’s right front fender barely missed the bus. “Isn’t that their job?” “Sure is. Right n...
A knit muffler was wrapped tightly around his throat, and his large hands were encased in black leather gloves. He was still cold, not only because of the weather but because of what he was about to do. Looking around didn’t make him feel any warmer. This was the seventies, and the Times Square a...
"There isn't any need to be shy about asking." He was around forty, a wide man–not fat, but wide – with a sharp-nosed, Roman sort of face and dampness beneath the arms of his pale blue dress shirt despite the frigid air-conditioning in his small office. The boy, in his ear...
said the bartender at Brook’s Crooks. “I got a photographic memory for faces. That’s Pattie.” Paula caught Bickerstaff ‘s expression in the mirror behind the long, curved bar. It was one of pleased disbelief, as if he were ice fishing and had just yanked a ten pounder up t...
It wasn’t that the severing of body parts and removal of internal organs was that much more vicious and sadistic than the other murders. It was more of a wearing-down process. Quinn knew his patience was getting thin. In a case like this, where the investigation seemed to go nowhere, there came a...
It was wrinkled but readable. According to the Spindrift Bugle, the murder of young Taylor Reminger was a once-in-a century event. Spindrift was one of many resort towns in Florida, places where spring breakers occasionally lost their lives in one way or another. Booze, drugs, sex, youth, and an ...
She found that odd. Would he meet her? Did she care? Never one to lie to herself, she figured the answers were yes and yes. Why did this guy appeal to her? He was probably at least fifteen years older than she was, and not her usual type. Then she realized what might be the basis of the attractio...
Yellow light flooded the room. Raffy Ortiz smiled down at Carver. The lamp was reflected as tiny oblong slashes of brilliance in his narrowed eyes, lending him the look of a feral cat about to relish a kill. Raffy was straddling his chest. Must have slipped the lock on the door, or forced it with...
Jody wasn’t along on this one. Fedderman and two uniforms had the front door of Willard Ord’s house in the Village covered. The back door was being watched by two more uniforms and a plainclothes detective from the nearby precinct house. In the front and back of the building were also Emergency S...
Sarah said to Wintone on the phone. There was an irritated concern to her voice. The sheriff felt no surprise, only an unreasonable anger at himself for being unable to prevent what he suspected had happened. “Who and how bad?” he asked. “Man named Flynn. It’s more painful than serious; the bulle...
It wasn’t unlike the building she and David lived in now, or most of the others that lined the avenue, stone or brick structures with ironwork at the windows and balconies, many of them with stone steps leading to stoops and tall doors. Here and there were canvas awnings, and flower boxes dotted ...
May Ann said. Beth had stumbled during an underarm turn on the crowded dance floor. May Ann had been the last of the group to arrive, and was still playing the chaste Catholic schoolgirl all grown up. Beth knew that was going to change in a big way after a few more drinks....
The lower four floors were constructed of ornate concrete and brownstone, framing a brass and tinted-glass entrance flanked by stone pillars. Spaced about ten feet apart on the first-floor ledge were leering gargoyles with chipped features that only added to their grotesqueness. They’d once been ...
Nift to come on her program. There was something about that guy that made people’s skin crawl, but they could no more look away from him than they could ignore a train wreck. Nift always declined, feigning professionalism. Minnie figured he was probably wanted somewhere and didn’t care to have hi...
The rusty old pickup truck had been joined by a late-model Chevy with a scrape along the left side from headlight to taillight. Not many Cadillacs or BMWs in Dark Glades; mostly ancient or battered domestic iron. The economic expansion touted by politicians hadn’t reached into the swamp. Carver s...
Occasionally they would break into a small meadow, a green circle of sunlight with tall grass and wildflowers bent gracefully where the wind had passed. Then they would be back into the shadowed woods, trudging loudly through last winter’s dead leaves, stepping over fallen, rotting logs teeming w...
Quinn had assigned them that task mainly because Renz had wanted to meet with him alone. They were in the sparse but efficient office on West Seventy-ninth Street. Quinn was seated at his desk. Renz was standing across from him, leaning back with his butt propped against the edge of Pearl’s desk,...
Franks hadn’t been keen on Andrews snooping about, but he was either too considerate or too wise to try to prevent it. With barely concealed reluctance, he’d given Andrews a key to Dana Larsen’s apartment. There was something in Franks’ demeanor that suggested to Andrews that he wouldn’t have tur...
He wore filth-encrusted jeans and a dirty, wool-lined distressed leather vest without a shirt. At the end of each muscle-corded long arm was a huge hand with hairy-knuckled fingers like sausages. On his feet were immense white sneakers, loosely laced and with their tongues hanging out as if they ...
When Pearl was finished talking, he stood up and started pacing around, not looking at her, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw muscles were flexing.Pearl and Fedderman sat watching him. The office was warmer than usual, and humid, and the grit from the construction or destruction outside hung in...