Secret Service agent John Quincannon has found little joy in his life since the day his stray bullet killed an innocent young woman and her unborn child. Still in mourning a year later, Quincannon seeks his solace at the bottom of a jug of sour mash. But he'll have to buck up-and sober up-for his next mission: The Service needs him to bring down a major counterfeiting ring responsible for the death of one of his colleagues. And staying sober won't be easy when there's a young lady in town who's a dead ringer for his late victim... A new novel of frontier justice from the award-winning author...
Secret Service agent John Quincannon has found little joy in his life since the day his stray bullet killed an innocent young woman and her unborn chi...
"Pronzini is a pro." -The New York Times A freelance charter pilot on uneasy terms with the police but greatly respected by the underworld, Dan Connell turns down a bundle of cash to smuggle a jade carving of a bird out of Singapore-which doesn't make the thieves or the authorities happy. When an old cohort is killed, Connell discovers that only by finding the bird can he avoid his own murder.
"Pronzini is a pro." -The New York Times A freelance charter pilot on uneasy terms with the police but greatly respected by the underworld, Dan Connel...
THEY ARE DEAD. THEY ARE HIDEOUSLY DEAD. FIVE WOMEN ARE DEAD. A HOMICIDAL MANIAC HAS KILLED FIVE WOMEN. Three down when Ferrara, a psychiatrist, and Valerie Broome, New York feature writer, arrive in the Adirondacks to see when the local Jack the Ripper will kill again. Fatalities and failed assaults ensue. Is it Steven Hook, failed actor, alcoholic, track loser? Or Jack Cross, local newspaperman, with too much mother and a girl who's pregnant? They have their reasons to rage against women...
THEY ARE DEAD. THEY ARE HIDEOUSLY DEAD. FIVE WOMEN ARE DEAD. A HOMICIDAL MANIAC HAS KILLED FIVE WOMEN. Three down when Ferrara, a psychiatrist, and Va...
"Pronzini makes people and events so real that you're living those explosive days of terror." -Robert Ludlum As we follow Rex Sackett ("The Metaphor Kid") on his way to the top in that great spectator sport of the future, hack-writing, we realize that this a fast-moving, ribald parody of the writing profession. From the moment the Head Editor waves his red flag to the second the typewriting stops and a victor is chosen, every reader will be cheering at the sidelines of Prose Bowl. Pronzini is the master of the shivery, spine-tingling it-could-happen suspense story." -Publishers Weekly
"Pronzini makes people and events so real that you're living those explosive days of terror." -Robert Ludlum As we follow Rex Sackett ("The Metaphor K...
"Pronzini is a pro." -The New York Times He is ruthless and amoral, and he feels nothing but fury and a burning desire for revenge upon "Nameless," the man he believes is responsible for ruining his life. So he plots a horrible, lingering death for his victim. One night, "Nameless" is abducted by his unknown enemy, taken to a mountain cabin, chained to a wall, and left there to die once the scanty provisions left for him run out. In the icy whiteness of dead winter, "Nameless" has nothing to do but search his memory. Who is his captor? When did their paths cross? And what could he have done...
"Pronzini is a pro." -The New York Times He is ruthless and amoral, and he feels nothing but fury and a burning desire for revenge upon "Nameless," th...
In 1895 San Francisco young debutantes don't commit suicide at festive parties, particularly not under the eye of Sabina Carpenter. But Virginia St. Ives evidently did, leaping from a foggy parapet in a shimmer of ghostly light. The seemingly impossible disappearance of her body creates an even more serious problem for the firm of Carpenter and Quincannon, Professional Detective Services.
Sabina hadn't wanted to take the assignment, but her partner John Quincannon insisted it would serve as entree to the city's ultra rich and powerful. That means money, and Quincannon loves the...
In 1895 San Francisco young debutantes don't commit suicide at festive parties, particularly not under the eye of Sabina Carpenter. But Virginia St...