Florida author Jonathon King burst onto the crime writing scene a decade ago with The Blue Edge of Midnight, which introduced an intriguing and multi-layered hero, former Philadelphia cop turned private eye Max Freeman, and won the prestigious Edgar Award for best first novel.In Shadow Men, Freem...
Former Philadelphia police officer, Max Freeman, is in his canoe on a river in South Florida. He seems something that doesn't look right. When he gets closer, he realizes it is the body of a young girl. He later finds that it is six-year-old Milissa Marks, who had been abducted and killed.Max has...
Crime reporter Nick Mullins is covering the story of a convicted murderer gunned down in public by a sniper's bullet. More chilling is that the victim was the subject of one of Nick's old crime stories-and that's not Nick's last link to a killer's cold-blooded revenge. Because Nick and his daught...
As dazed as she was, she probably would have taken more if she’d been her typical, businesslike, responsible self. But where we were going did not require the right clothes, the right toiletries, or any makeup whatsoever. I told her to bring three days’ worth and to put everything in one fabric b...
I took two steps in and waited until my eyes adjusted, pupils spiraling down from the brilliance of the sun outside.There were three humped backs at the bar, men with their shoulders turned in as though the light that came through the door was a cold wind. There was a blonde head moving beyond th...
Buck said, his gray eyes turned to ice, as hard and cold as either of them had ever seen. He was staring at Wayne but Marcus could feel the anger roll out over him as well. “What the fuck was goin’ on in there?” Buck took a second to look back around the door at the man and the lady on the cot. I...
“Morning, sir,” he said when the big man approached. Harris was in his standard working attire. But his reluctance to make eye contact alerted Byrne that something was up. “Mornin’.” “She’s looking good, eh?” Byrne said and instantly felt like a stable boy asking for a compliment. “Aye, a fine jo...
The feds in Diane’s office were ordering in more coffee. Billy was working his sources on the computer. Everyone in the room was waiting for one thing: the bleating of the phone and the call that would make some form of ransom demand for Diane’s life. With the exception of...
I just caught a slip of fabric and a flash of blonde hair going through the French doors as I lay there swinging, back and forth, with the force of her leaving.It was still dark but there was a hint of dawn in the east. I could hear her voice, low and curt. Paged, I thought. A cop who is always o...