I really liked this book. I'm surprised that the majority of the reviewers on this site didn't. I thought the characters were fun and flashy, the story hooked me from page 1 and it had some good twists and turns. Sure, I ultimately had my suspicions about how things were going to wind up, but ...
★★★★ 1/2 - ottimo romanzo.... iniziato a leggere con un certo pregiudizio, per via dei molti autori che sfruttano la fama del cognome per pubblicare clamorose boiata.... qui devo invece ricredermi ed ammettere che sbagliavo.... il libro di Peter Leonard ha un'ottima architettura della trama ed u...
when he opened the refrigerator and took the chicken out and put it on the counter, its long neck and head still attached. "You want to make something — a side dish to go with this?" Angela said, "I don't know how to cook." She came toward him and clinked his glass with hers. 'But I know how ...
The bumper and trunk lid were dented. He gave his keys to the valet, glanced toward the Frauenkirche, saw the Zeppelin high in the clouds, glimpses of it appearing and then vanishing. Was it following him?He went to the bar, ordered Dewar’s and soda, and thought about his situation. He was now 0 ...
She pictured him dead on the brown motel bedspread, the front of his white polo soaked with blood, eyes open, staring at her. She couldn't look at him any longer and grabbed the end of the bedspread and pulled it up and over him, thinking what a shock it would be when the maid came in the next mo...
Jack said. “I lost track of time. I was running down the driveway after you, hoping you’d see me.”He was standing right there as she got out of the car.He said, “Where is it?”“I don’t have it,” Kate said. She closed the car door and moved toward the lodge.“What do you mean? It wasn’t there, or th...
He sat on the toilet in a locked stall with the suitcase across his legs, opened it, felt through the layers of clothes, brought out the .38 and slipped it in an outside pocket of Max Hoffman’s blazer. He locked the suitcase in a locker, walked outside to the taxi queue and took a cab to 681 Park...
“Somewhere warm,” Ruben said. “That narrows it down.” They were in Cobb’s Toyota parked on Ericson Place across from the apartment building. It was cold out. You could see your breath, and there was frost on the windshield. “I guess it depends how much money I had. Puerto Rico for sure.” “Yeah, t...