"A MOSSAD assassin who has lost her cover, Sydney is hiding in Florida. Syd thinks it's her lucky day when a handsome stranger at the next table helps her dispatch two Iranian terrorists that attack her at a restaurant. She is pleased to find out that Hatch Lincoln is a very rich and powerful man...
"The three men went into the house and he could hear women screaming. If all the guests did as they were told, give up their jewels, then maybe there would be no shooting-or killing. Sam got to the rear of the van and pulled his gun. He had jacked a shell into the firing chamber when Carole had l...
Sam served the fluffy omelets with cantaloupe, strawberries, and wheat toast with orange marmalade. He sat a carton of orange juice and a bottle of champagne on the table, along with three stemmed glasses. “Mimosa, Bo?” he asked. “The perfect accompaniment to this delicious omelet! By all means!”...
And you can’t have sympathy for all of them; sometimes you have to be hard, and I’ve been hard with plenty of them. But never let anyone tell you that a private detective has no heart at all, because even old yours truly himself—the old, cold stone of Barbary Street—got to feeling pretty bad once...