Casey Jones is as tough as they come. She's big, blond and shoots to kill with the best of them -- even if she does lack an official P.I. license due to an unfortunate interlude behind bars. It takes a lot to faze her...but there are still some cases that hit her like a piledriver to the gut. Thi...
Taking It To The Mat...Don't mess with North Carolina's Casey Jones-smart-mouthed ex-con, unlicensed P.I. and reluctant partner to a Barry White wannabe. Casey's big and bad, with attitude to match her altitude. Especially when she's been double-crossed.At first, Casey proves a sucker for the fra...
In Casey Jones' Vergangenheit gibt es einen dunklen Punkt: Weil sie im Gefängnis saß, wird sie nie eine Lizenz als Privatdetektivin bekommen. Also muss sie das Grobe für Bobby Dee erledigen, der allerdings viel zu fett, faul und gefräßig ist, um aus seinem Stuhl aufzustehen. Casey dagegen ist gut...
Gail Honeycutt sitzt in der Todeszelle und kann sich an gar nichts erinnern. Sie soll ihren Ehemann, einen Polizisten, erschossen haben. Das glaubt jedenfalls das Gericht, das sie verurteilt hat. Alle Gnadengesuche wurden abgelehnt. Jetzt kann nur noch Casey Jones helfen, die revolverschnäuzige P...
He had lingered to talk theology with Father Sojak. I was glad Calvano was not there to witness what I saw before he arrived: Maggie screaming into her cellphone, as angry as I had ever seen her. ‘How did you get this number?’ She sounded furious. ‘Don’t ever call me again. You are not going to g...
As so often happens with large groups of people, our lives centered on eating. The smell of sausage coaxed people from their beds in the mornings while the odor of popcorn marked their return. In between, we ate our way through Helen's pantry with Thanksgiving-like abandon. We devoured chicken an...
Within twenty-four hours of the shrink’s death, media outlets nationally were full of speculation that all three murders were somehow connected. While most of them focused on the fact that two Holloway staff members had been killed, they struggled to find a connection to Darcy Swan. But then a lo...
Wary of a tail, Auntie Lil cut through three fish markets and a handful of souvenir shops on the way. Herbert simply disappeared in the crowd. Twenty minutes later they re-met on Pearl Street. “There's something I need to say,” Auntie Lil told him. “Before we meet the others again. I could not ha...
had at least shifted his weight to an alternate buttock over the weekend and not mummified into a mountain. What a surprise. Not only was Bobby eating a breakfast burrito, he was doing it in front of a horrified audience of one: an immaculately dressed black woman who was so engrossed in watching...
arose filled with vigor, his troubling thoughts of murder, spiteful partners, age, unfaithful wives, strange servants and lost chances banished by a good night's sleep. Hoping to avoid a repeat of Friday, he stood for several minutes in front of his tie rack looking for a compromise candidate. He...
spent the early part of the evening devising ways to put off the phone call to Lilah Cheswick. It was amazing how inventive he could be when desperation drove him to it. He began by retracing the steps of his cleaning lady earlier that day, but since she took perverse pleasure in being even clean...
and Lilah. When he returned her call about the Metro-board mess, he got her answering machine. When she returned his return call, he had just stepped out with Auntie Lil. In his opinion, modern technology only meant modern frustration. Thus, when Monday rolled around, T.S. made the decision to st...