This is the first book in the John March series. While I can't say I enjoyed it as much as books 2 & 3 ( Death's Little Helpers & Red Cat), I do have to say it had me interested enough to pick up the others. John March is an ex-cop turned PI. He's investigating a blackmail scheme against his cli...
I didn't realise this was the third book about the PI John March, but that was OK as it read quite easily as a standalone. The story of an internet liaison gone wrong and Johns Marchs attempt to save his (rather awful) brother from a murder charge.The more he investigates the more likely it seem ...
When super-star Wall Street analyst Greg Danes disappears, he leaves behind an angry ex-wife, a lonely son and a group of co-workers who mostly didn't much care for him. The ex-wife, Nina Sachs, hires PI John March to find Danes. She's dependent on the generous alimony and child support that Da...
Knox CHAPTER 24 I thought she was a girl at first. She was small, with dark-blond hair in a pixie cut, brown button eyes, and a pink, eager face, like a pretty child’s. My second look took in the trim curves, the diamond stud earrings, diamond tennis bracelet, weighty square-cut engagement ring, ...
There’s always another strand you convince yourself to cling to, however frayed. And it just keeps unraveling, miles of it, year after year…down, down, down.”Outside, the sun had shifted in the sky, and a bright beam came through the window. The unfiltered light fell on Stephanie’s face and turne...
the biggest guy yelled. “Put your weapon on the ground. Put it on the ground now, and step back. Keep your hands visible. Do it now!”“Fuck you, Pell. I’m putting it away. You want to have your own little Ruby Ridge here on Sixteenth Street, fine—tell your boys to blaze away.” I kept my left hand ...
It was six-fifteen on Monday morning, and Dennis Turpin’s New England accent was grating even through the telephone. “You didn’t think we’d know it was you?”I woke up enough to play along. “Who is this?”“Turpin, from Pace-Loyette, and you haven’t answered my questions, March. What did you think y...
He grimaces at the sky, adjusts his sunglasses on his peeling nose, and fiddles with the visor on his open-top Jeep. Then he hoists up his iced coffee and takes another needy pull. He does it all very slowly, as if he’s half asleep, and the other half is in some pain. Carr watches from a wine bar...