WEB EXCERPT - Letters in Blood - # 40739 Tom Larkin paid fifty grand for his brilliant red casket months before they planned a sailor's funeral for him that night. His coffin cruised at 120 mph with its dash lit like a jet's cockpit, where the most-important reading to Larkin glowed on his Porsche's digital clock--4:00 AM. Perhaps it was his darkest moment before dawn, but he had other plans. He drove recklessly, hydroplaning northbound on Manhattan's flooded FDR Drive through sheets of pouring rain. The drive home took an hour, but, with minimal visibility in a torrent- ial downpour, the...

WEB EXCERPT - Letters in Blood - # 40739 Tom Larkin paid fifty grand for his brilliant red casket months before they planned a sailor's funeral for him that night. His coffin cruised at 120 mph with its dash lit like a jet's cockpit, where the most-important reading to Larkin glowed on his Porsche's digital clock--4:00 AM. Perhaps it was his darkest moment before dawn, but he had other plans. He drove recklessly, hydroplaning northbound on Manhattan's flooded FDR Drive through sheets of pouring rain. The drive home took an hour, but, with minimal visibility in a torrent- ial downpour, the...

From the heights of Manhattan skyscrapers to tropical retreats of the ultra-rich, PI Tom Larkin seeks the truth about old manuscripts found in a steamer trunk from the 1920's Lost Generation. When someone kills twice to obtain the rare manuscripts, Larkin runs the gauntlet through hot-blooded vixens and cold-blooded reptiles, but his defeat is never an option.

From the heights of Manhattan skyscrapers to tropical retreats of the ultra-rich, PI Tom Larkin seeks the truth about old manuscripts found in a steamer trunk from the 1920's Lost Generation. When someone kills twice to obtain the rare manuscripts, Larkin runs the gauntlet through hot-blooded vixens and cold-blooded reptiles, but his defeat is never an option.