A convicted killer has been released from prison but admits to his guilt. He starts writing letters to Lincoln asking for his help but Lincoln wants nothing to do with this man. LP reluctantly starts working the and is finally drawn in. There is the mafia, the drug dealers, the police and the FB...
In this debut mystery novel, former cops Lincoln Perry and Joe Pritchard are private investigators who are propositioned to take on a challenging case. Wayne Weston, also a PI, was recently found dead in his upscale Cleveland home with no sign of a struggle. Additional factors in the case are tha...
Sometime after midnight, on a moonless October night turned harsh by a fine, windswept rain, one of the men I liked least in the world was murdered in a field near Bedford, just south of the city....The detectives went looking for suspects--- people whose histories with Jefferson were adversarial...
3.5All throughout his childhood, Ed Gradduk has been Lincoln Perry’s best friend. Then, several years ago, in an attempt to help him, Lincoln made a decision which left the two friends estranged and make Lincoln a pariah on his own home turf. Now Ed is back and in trouble again, accused of arson ...
Check out my interview with Michael Koryta in August 2012 >>http://more2read.com/review/interview-with-michael-koryta/The main protagonist a film maker needs to define and separate visions and dreams with reality. For a living, while not working on a movie, he made tribute videos, wedding videos ...
He tried not to let her brother's presence rankle him, but it was hard not to. Her idea was that they were all going to run off to Maine together like some happy damn family? Arlen couldn't see it. He also couldn't see leaving her, though. Ever. When he awoke it was to the sound of loud, ...
Ken and I were ahead of the lunch crowd and got a table in the back of the dark, wood-paneled dining room. "I hope Mike sits next to you," I said as we took our seats. "He's that big—" "Three hundred at least." "That's not tiny." "I knew a guy who worked a surveillance with hi...
If anyone stopped him, he’d flash the badge and go on his way. He had a map on the seat beside him, and the Willow Flowage was way up there, just south of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Looked like a five-hour drive at best, and that was counting on forgiving traffic and no delays. He should have le...
The day dwindled away without contact. He ran the police scanner in the office and heard nothing but the standard traffic. Whatever was taking place was not running through dispatch and radio calls. They’d be processing the scene now. Interviewing the neighbors, looking for security cameras that ...
It gave him an off-balance look, as if hishead were always tilted. His chest was broad but his shoulders weresmall, pointed knobs of bone. The starched blue shirt he worelooked like it had been pulled over a door, all broad and flat withthose pointy shoulders at either end.When he stepped into hi...
He hadn’t imagined that whatever had happened had happened out there. His first, groggy thought upon hearing that one of his own was down at Blade Ridge was a perverse, horrible hopefulness. Maybe it’s Shipley. Maybe whatever madness exists out there is feeding on its own. It wasn’t Shipley, thou...
MARTIN'S MINOTAUR NEW YORK THOMAS DUNNE BOOKS. An imprint of St. Martin's Press. TONIGHT I SAID GOODBYE. Copyright (c) 2004 by Michael Koryta. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoe...
His uncle watched with curiosity. “You know her?” “Yes. She’s the one I came here with, the one looking for Pate.” Larry reached out and grabbed Mark’s arm as he turned to run. “Don’t set off like a damned fool again.” ...
Should have brought the shotgun onto the porch, should have been firmer with her concerns over Jamie Bennett, should have allowed Ethan to go after the boy, should have gone with him into the mountains, should have… And then awake, fully awake.And alone.The hospital room was dim but not dark. Eth...