Smooth, intelligent, engaging...a most worthy whodunit of a gentler nature. No F-bombs or brain splatter to dodge. Protagonist Brady Coyne is a bright level-headed lawyer with low key style and intrinsic truth seeking skills. A very likeable guy who seems like your best bud. Yes, "Outwitti...
Walt Duffy spent his life traveling the world, documenting the beauty and wonder of nature through the lens of a camera. But there was nothing natural about the ugly way he died, his skull fractured by an unknown assailant, his broken body left sprawled right in his own backyard. The irony wasn't...
Boston attorney Brady Coyne has just received a call from Jimmy D'Ambrosio, a Democratic party kingmaker and acting campaign manager for prosecutor Ellen Stoddard, who's running for a Senate seat. She's got a real shot at becoming the state's first woman to hold the post, except for one thing: he...
For the sake of a dying client, Brady tracks down a prodigal daughter Concord, Massachusetts, is littered with literary monuments, of which the historic Ames house is only a minor one. But to Susan Ames, nowhere on earth is more important than this colonial residence where Emerson and Thoreau on...
WHEN A HUSBAND'S LIE...Attorney Brady Coyne has found his bar buddy Mick Fallon-former Detroit Pistons' star-brooding in his beer. His wife Kaye's just stunned him with a file for divorce, and she's taking him for everything. What Mick needs is a weapon like Brady to fight back. What Brady needs ...
The first in a brand-new mystery series by the author of the Brady Coyne series.
CLOSE TO THE BONE (Legal Thriller-Brandy Coyne-Boston-Cont) - VGTapply, William G. – 14th in seriesSt. Martin’s Press, 1996, US Hardcover – ISBN: 0312145675First Sentence: Julie keeps telling me I’ll never be a proper lawyer if I keep driving out to the suburbs to meet my clients at their homes...
In Maine, Brady investigates a deadly business deal He may be a millionaire, but Vern Wheeler never forgot that he is a son of Maine—land of big sky, wide lakes, and the fattest salmon on the East Coast. To escape the boardroom, he buys a rundown fishing lodge in the wilds of his home state, and...
Brady investigates what appears to be the murder of a homeless man The man is found on the icy streets of Boston, vomit in his beard, alcohol in his system, and ice in his veins. The police assume he is just another in the dozens of derelicts whom the urban winter claims each year, but Brady Coy...
One in the Bardy Copyne series that I missed and am so glad I went back to pick it up and read it.Mr Tapply has some an ease, in the way he writes/talks that you almost forget you are flipping the pages followig along in the story of Brady and his lady friend Alex. Alex, a writer, has leased a co...
Veteran mystery novelists and longtime fishing buddies Craig and Tapply are back with their second joint novel. Filled with charming vignettes of Martha's Vineyard, Second Sight is a page turning novel of suspense.
“My first thought was that a beam had fallen from the roof. The force of the blow slammed me facedown on the floor. Pain zipped into my eyes and explosions ricocheted around inside my skull . . . Before I could further analyze my prognosis . . . something heavy rammed into the small of my back an...
Seven years ago, Stoney Calhoun woke up in a VA hospital with no memories. He still remembers nothing from before then, except that he has a few unexplained skills--a gift for angling, an ability to read French--and recently it's been made clear to him that it would be best if he never does.Work...
When a minister’s son is accused of murder, Brady doesn’t know whom to trustDesmond Winters has had more trouble than a Unitarian minister deserves. Over six years ago, his wife disappeared with their fourteen-year-old daughter, promising to return someday. The daughter came back after six months...
Brady Coyne is a Boston attorney, whose routine legal work and sedate lifestyle usually keep him far away from trouble. Unfortunately, one cold January morning, trouble comes to him. When Brady lets his dog out into the backyard of his Back Bay brownstone, he finds a girl buried under the snow in...
In one of the finest novels yet in Tapply's long-running series, Nervous Water explores the previously hidden past of his much beloved character, Boston attorney Brady Coyne. Contacted by an aged relative with whom he'd long lost touch, Brady agrees to help his Uncle Moze with a sensitive family ...
Eminent mystery authors Philip R. Craig and William G. Tapply team up for a richly nuanced new installment in the Brady Coyne/J. W. Jackson series that is a tribute not only to two witty, smart fictional sleuths but also to the enduring friendship of their creators. It's late August, just when th...
Boston attorney Brady Coyne has a generally placid life with a nice house, a stable relationship, and the occasional fishing trip with old friends. But one balmy June evening, that quiet life begins to fall apart after Brady receives a frantic phone call from his friend and client Dalton Lancaste...
Brady searches Red Sox Nation for a ballplayer’s kidnapped sonFor two years, Eddie Donagan was on track to become the greatest Red Sox pitcher of all time. Then one day, without warning, he went from unhittable to ineffective—forcing him to drop out of the Majors before he even hit his prime. Att...
A politician’s son gets involved in a murder, and drags Brady along with himRunning for governor on the Republican ticket, Tom Baron needs his image to be squeaky clean. He employs men like Brady Coyne, a compassionate Boston attorney, to keep problems far away from his campaign. But when his son...
Defending a client, Brady gets himself implicated in a murder charge Brady Coyne has known Chester “Pops” Popowski since law school. An honest, battle-hardened Massachusetts judge, Pops is more soldier than scholar—and has been known to defend what’s right with his fists. After years on the benc...
When an aging big-game hunter is robbed, Brady goes on a leopard hunt Six years after the leopard attack that ended his career as a professional hunter, Jeff Newton is broken, crippled, and ready to die. His only pleasure is the occasional visit from Brady Coyne, Jeff’s no-nonsense Boston lawyer...
Boston lawyer Brady Coyne loves few things more than fishing. So when the owner of a small bait-and-tackle shop is arrested in rural Massachusetts, Brady is sympathetic. But when he discovers Daniel McCloud has been arrested for growing marijuana - which the Vietnam vet uses only to treat his Age...
Brady Coyne is a middle-aged Boston attorney with a small, select clientele - one that leaves him sufficient time to pursue a personal life. That personal life currently focuses on Evie Banyon, a hospital administrator Brady has been seeing for the past year. While they are on a weekend vacation ...
Ella Grimshaw, the ME herself. She said that Sheriff Dickman had called her and that she was pretty busy but could meet with Deputy Calhoun at two that afternoon if he wouldn’t mind telling her what was on his mind, inasmuch as the sheriff hadn’t been very forthcoming. He told her he was interest...
The feeling didn’t last. The fact was, I hadn’t actually expected to learn the name of the man in the photo, so I had not planned my next move. But here it was, four-thirty on a Friday afternoon, and here I was, just downstairs from this Derek Hayden’s office. Derek Hayden. Once I was able to att...
“She thought she was going to stay here, take care of me, make me all better.” “Alex?” He nodded. “Came all the way down from Maine with her suitcase and her good intentions. I told her not to come, and she came anyway.” “It’s a nice place,” I said. “Kinda small for two people, though.” “I had no...
“Couple of odds and ends,” he said. “Such as what?” “Stu’s condo, for one. The Jewish girl is reluctant to move out.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Stu’s girlfriend. Maybe you met her. She was at the house Sunday.” “Sure I met her. What about her?” I heard Ben sigh. “They lived together...
I drove through the front gate, which had been left open for me, parked my BMW directly in front of the entry, climbed the half-dozen wide steps to the big porch, and rang the bell. I waited several moments before Perry opened the door. “Come on in,” he said, stepping aside for me. I brushed past...
I told myself. “Don’t worry about being long.” I set the blade of the pitching wedge behind the ball, opened up my stance, moved my weight slightly forward, and glanced up at the hole. The pin was tucked right behind the big bunker that gaped temptingly in front of me. A devilish little pitch sho...
A moon sliver hung like a thin slice of honeydew melon over the horizon. I lit a cigarette and sipped from my glass. It was very clear to me that some fanatical member of SAFE had tried to kill Wally. The newsletter had given Wally’s phone number and post office box number in Fenwick. The SAFE vi...
I said to the fat guy at the table. He had squinty, pig eyes, and when he smiled his cheeks bunched up and almost obscured them completely. “Mr. Curry, sir,” he replied. The last word was a genuine Southern “suh.” He gave a courtly dip of his head. “And this gentleman is Mr. Baron.” “Mr. Baron,” ...
He was sitting on the deck listening to his little trout stream out back gurgle over its gravel bed and swirl and burble against the granite abutments of the old burned-out bridge. A few bats were darting around snatching leftover summer mosquitoes out of the air. The almost-full moon was orange ...
The first half of August was little better. In the middle of the month we got several days of sullen rain. When the front finally left, the promise of autumn slid in behind it. The swamp maples started to turn crimson, the nights were cool, and the days grew perceptibly shorter. Winter was just a...
Gloria, my ex-wife, took the photo fifteen years ago. She had it blown up and framed, and she gave it to me for Christmas. The boys were sitting side-by-side on the bow seat of a leaky old rowboat on a lake in Maine where we’d rented a cottage for a week in August. They were both holding fishing ...
Julie looked up at me. “You said ten,” she said. “You know me.” She smiled in spite of herself. “Coffee?” “I’ll get it.” I went to the machine and poured two mugs full. I gave one to Julie, then took the chair across from her desk. I lit a cigarette. “What’ve we got today?” “It’s all on your desk...
Then he walked down the stairs to the third level, where he found Larrigan right where he said he’d be, sitting in his big Lincoln. The garage was dimly lit by yellow bulbs in steel cages, and from somewhere in the shadows came the slow, rhythmic echo of dripping water. It was seven o’clock on a ...