This is the second of the Dr. Allison Bergeron mysteries I have read. They are light and fairly meaty but this one was too enigmatic to be totally enjoyable. She spent too much time trying to figure out what her police-detective husband was doing, and Barberi didn't give the reader enough to chew...
This is my first read in the Murder 101 series, and I liked it OK. Alison Bergeron is a professor married to a NYPD detective. Her struggles with her teenage stepdaughters, her husband's ex's crazy family, and the evil nuns where she teaches make up the bulk of the novel. This reminds me of a ver...
English Professor Alison Bergeron is not having a very good day. Her car has been stolen so she has to walk to the train station to get to her office at St. Thomas, a college in the Bronx, New York. When she arrived she finds two homicide detectives waiting for her. The good news is that they fou...
Hartwell. Maeve lay in bed the next morning and typed the name into her computer, after looking at old, grainy footage of the day that Mansfield officially closed. She hadn’t been able to do it until now, the thought of the remembered images from that time in her head and not pleasant to think ab...
“This is a Batman cake,” the woman said, pointing at the giant cake, enough to feed a hundred people, a perfect replica of the Caped Crusader down to the fondant codpiece. Maeve nodded. “Right. A Batman cake.” The woman inhaled, exhaled, and then le...
“So the last time you saw her was right before we spoke last night?” “Yes,” Maeve said. “She texted me that she was staying at her father’s, but she never showed up.” Cal was sitting at the counter, his head in his hands. Maeve picked up the baby and fed him a cookie to keep him quiet, knowing th...
I was still processing everything that had happened over the weekend: the wedding, my ride with Peter, my date with Jack, the note from Gianna. My conclusion was that I needed to stay far away from anyone named Miceli or McManus. Even though I knew I had to see Crawford to fill him in on what had...
I had had enough for one day and was looking forward to seeing Detective Hot Pants, as Max refers to him, even if there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to show him just how hot I thought he was.I was sitting on the edge of the desk in the lobby of Siena when I saw his car pull up. It was time for ...
Although my hands and feet had been bound while I was in the vehicle that had taken me here, they no longer were. I had looked around for a pit, not unlike the one in which Buffalo Bill from The Silence of the Lambs had kept his victims, imploring them to put the “lotion on its skin” so that he c...