This is another book where the rating has more to do with me than perhaps anything else.Spoilers if you haven't seen the movie.I have been a huge fan of the Mummy since it came out. The adventure and romance always made me smile, not to mention characters larger than life with sarcastic mouths an...
Collins has created a series of mysteries that take place in the midst of real historical events. He does considerable historical research and then places his character, Nate Heller, a Chicago-based private detective, as a composite or semi-fictional participant. Writing a novel around real...
4 Definitely better than I expected. I watched CSI from the beginning (& really miss Grissom, so book helps a little) & watched all 3 cities over the years (& still miss CSI: Miami even though last yr I binge watched all 8 or 9 seasons on Hulu & still appear on A&E or some cable channel, BUT new...
London, 1942. The German Blitz has devastated the city, but its citizens have something worse to fear: a modern-day Jack the Ripper. Investigating the case is renowned pathologist Sir Bernard Spilsbury with assistance from England's First Lady of Crime, Agatha Christie.
Coming out of retirement to do one last—and extremely lucrative—job for a media magnate, professional killer Quarry finds himself unable to take out his target, a young, beautiful librarian. This is also Book 7 of the Quarry novels.
A cutting-edge mystery novel that combines the illustrations of Batman artist Terry Beatty with a New York Times bestelling author. Manhattan, 1948. America's most famous exstriptease artist, glamorous Maggie Starr, now runs her late husband's newspaper syndicate, distributing the Wonder Guy c...
AFTER 16 YEARS ON THE RUN, WOULD NOLAN BURY THE HATCHET WITH THE MOB… OR WOULD THEY BURY HIM FIRST?They don’t come tougher than Nolan – but even a hardened professional thief can’t fight off the entire Chicago mafia. So when an old friend offers to broker a truce, Nolan accepts the terms. All ...
New York City, October 1938. The shadow of war in Europe falls ominously across the face of America. Yet, it is another Shadow--the mystery man of the radio airwaves voiced by Orson Welles--who captures the imagination of listeners across the nation, offering hope in these troubled times in the f...
The history mysteries (pardon the jarring sonority there) of Max Alan Collins are historical fiction in some of the best sense. The research is superb and the deliberate insertion of non-canonical elements is creative. Naturally, The Hindenburg Murders is set on that last fateful voyage. Naturall...
Oui, the mystery of the missing Pink Panther Diamond is as good as solved! Only one question remains: Who stole the Pink Panther Diamond? A famous coach is murdered in a crowded stadium. His most-prized possession -- a ring set with the stunning Pink Panther Diamond -- has vanished in the melee....
April 1920. The Prohibition era has just begun, and the Wild West is a fading memory. Legendary lawman Wyatt Earp is spending his golden years in Los Angeles as a private detective--and sometime consultant on cowboy movies. Bored and restless, he jumps at the chance to go east to help the son of ...
Secrets and betrayals, as the saga of Dark Angel continues! In a chaotic world where the lines between good and evil often blur, and violent anarchy and brutal repression become commonplace, secrets can be deadly. So when Max discovers a shattering truth that Logan has kept concealed from her for...
Like most avid fans of the Dark Angel series, I was devastated when the series was cut short on the most shocking of cliff-hangers with so many questions left unanswered. I hoped against hope that they would at very least make a movie to tie off loose ends, buy alas, my prayers went unanswered.T...
I had been meaning to read this shit for, like, seven years. From a page in, I could tell that every parody of hardboiled detective stories (seriously, EVERY one) from the 1950's onward was, in large part, parodying Spillane: even if they didn't realize it. I had always hesitated jumping into Mik...
All Nathan Heller wants to do is get some publicity for the new Los Angeles branch of his A-1 Detective Agency and then get on with his honeymoon. Instead the reporter he is with stumbles over a body. This is not any murder case. The woman's body has been cut in half and carefully arranged. Thus ...
After dealing with the murder of Chicago’s mayor Cermak and the assassination of public enemy number one John Dillinger, private eye Nathan Heller has different problems to tackle at the start of his third “memoir”. Waking up in St. E’s hospital, he finds himself covered in bandages, his skin tin...
For 20 years, former NYPD cop Jack Stang has lived with the memory of his girlfriend's death in an attempted abduction. But what if she weren't actually dead? What if she somehow secretly survived - but lost her sight, and her memory, and everything else she had - except her enemies? Jack has a s...
Adaptation of the motion picture about detective Dick Tracy's attempts to stop the plan of gangster Big Boy to overcome the opposition and unite all gangs in an organized reign of terror.
On May 7, 1915, the luxury liner Lusitania was struck by a German torpedo. On board was an under-cover journalist using the pen name S.S. Van Dine. And hours before the tragic sinking changed the course of history, there was a mystery-of treason, sabotage, and murder.
BEHIND THE DOORS OF AN ILLEGAL CASINO,WILL QUARRY FIND LADY LUCK...OR A LADY KILLER?Putting his plan in motion to target other hitmen, Quarry follows one from steamy Florida to the sober Midwest. But this killer isn't a man at all - she's a sloe-eyed beauty, as dangerous in bed as she is deadly o...
The 10th entry in Max Allan Collins's "Nathan Heller" series, FLYING BLIND focuses on Heller's efforts to protect, then find, famed aviator Amelia Earhart. Consistent with previous Heller novels, FLYING BLIND is built on a foundation of meticulous research, with Heller interacting with both actua...
Marcy Addwatter killed her husband, but where the cops might see an open and shut case, private eye Ms. Michael Tree sees a conspiracy. For Ms. Tree digging into it could mean digging her own grave - and digging up her own murdered husband's.
The novelization of the major motion picture from Universal Pictures about Frank Lucas, drug czar of Harlem. The film stars Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe, and is directed by Ridley Scott.For decades the Mafia controlled the flow of heroin onto the streets of Harlem. Frank Lucas changed all ...
I had been tailing him for two days, as he made his way from Woodstock, Illinois, where he owned an antiques shop on the quaint town square, to. . .well, I didn’t know where yet. So far it had been every little town—on a circuitous route taking us finally to Highway 218—with an antiques shop, whe...
Sure, I’ve put a bullet in a kneecap to pry loose information, but I don’t consider that torture. Just expedience. The kind of torture Reed Farrell administered was not designed to make you talk—more like scream. My late, longtime back-up guy, Boyd, had worked with Farrell once and swore he never...
3.00 A.M. Monday, may 10 .2021 Most of the transgenics were deep asleep, catching the peace the waking world refused them, when the call came in from a guard post near the main gate. But Max was awake—waiting. She keyed the radio. "Say again?" The guard said, "Got a guy approaching the main gate....
We both felt unclean—the cold and snow hadn’t kept us from working up a sweat hiking, and the lingering effect of finding a corpse had left a certain psychic film, a clammy residue over our minds, if not our bodies, that a shower wouldn’t do much for, but we took one anyway. Together. It wasn’t a...
whore to good church-going lady, from bow-tie businessman to toothless derelict. Raucous music bled from bars and clubs, and the smell of fried food wafted. Laughter, high and hearty, cut across traffic sounds, but so did angry yells. This was that big multi-colored neon-washed canvas called Harl...
Photos I’d seen had invariably shown him at his wife’s side. And Ethel Rosenberg, it turned out, was less than five feet tall. No wonder her husband had seemed to tower. I’d been escorted from the counsel room and down the hall through several steel doors to the women’s east wing of the death hou...
The X-ray box on one wall, and the whiteboard running the length of another, were not in use. Fluorescent lighting gave the assembly a deathly pallor, as they sat like relatives gathered to hear the reading of a wealthy patriarch’s will, each with the expectation of not getting one red cent. Cath...
Louis’ Forest Park, its fourteen-hundred or so acres home to several museums, a planetarium and a famous zoo—unless a lack of company was what you were after. The municipal theater would be empty, the golf courses and tennis courts and boathouse, too. No one was likely to be taking in any of the ...
But right now the café held only a modest scattering of passengers, seated on the café’s green wicker chairs at the festive round and square green-topped tables, taking advantage of the casually continental ambience, as the gently muted strains of the string trio playing in the reception room nex...
At the far end, a brown-and-gold vehicle emblazoned SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT was parked by a fence, nose forward, with what I presumed was an off-duty deputy sitting there to provide security. His windows were down and he was smoking—the amber eye of his cigarette and his vague shape were all I could...
Jill had left early, barely after sunup, to go home and shower and get ready for work; she seemed more shaken, more troubled this morning than she had in the thick of things last night. Holding each other in the dark had made getting through the early morning hours a snap; getting through the day...
But heroes, at least real-life “role model” type heroes (as opposed to such mythic figures as Hercules and Davy Crockett), are human beings; and human beings, even the best of ’em, sooner or later, each and every one, wind up dead. My hero was dead in a bathtub; drowned, apparently. He’d been dri...
Slumped in a straight-back chair, right forearm in a cast, left hand cuffed to a metal ring in the scuffed metal table, the suspect flexed the fingers of both hands. He presented a blank mask of a face, though shifting eyes betrayed anxiety. Given Granger’s hippie hair, th...
He was wearing a red-and-blue hunting jacket, and under that the cream-colored shirt and cream-colored slacks that, along with the badge on his chest, made up his uniform. Brennan was well over six feet tall, a wide, solid-built man, with less paunch than most men his size, age, and disposition. ...
The drive here had taken fifteen minutes but it had been a long ride just the same: the guy with the short black hair and mustache and black-and-white striped tie did not introduce himself and did not speak for the ride’s duration; he did push a tape into the player in the dash of the company car...
Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan had long since grown accustomed to that. But the short time he had spent in Bemidji, Minnesota—at the sheriff’s office, in the hotel lobby, and going for a five-mile run this morning—had convinced him that he now found himself in the whitest place on the pla...
Nonetheless, she also knew black aided and abetted her sleek professional look and nicely complemented her lithe figure. Not that she was showing off, but this was her first trip back to the Chicago area since joining the BAU. She knew that more than one agent in the field office here had been ag...
By now it had resumed its rightful position as a citadel of wickedness, where monied Europeans rode in American cars past the poverty of market-choked streets and alleys zigzagged with lanterns and washing lines. Shanghai police on their way to quell rioting factory workers would rumble down neon...
Termed "mystery's Renaissance Man" (by Ed Hoch in The Best Mystery and Suspense Stories of 1993), Collins has created three celebrated contemporary suspense series: Nolan. Quarry and Mallory (thief, hitman, and mystery writer respectively). He has also written four widely praised historical thril...
I was sitting on a couch next to Rita in her brother’s one-room living quarters on the lower floor of the Norman house. Rita didn’t seem angry with me, though she wasn’t pleased, either; apparently she felt my little whitey lie classified me more like kid-in-the-cookie-jar than Judas. I’d expecte...
Every significant Naval and air installation would feel the brunt of the surprise raid, which lasted less than two hours and cost the United States military three destroyers, three cruisers, eight auxiliary craft, eight battleships, 188 aircraft and the lives of 1,763 officers and men. This figur...