Monthly Archives: September 2015

FICTION: Blood from a Stone by Liam Sweeny

September 22, 2015
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Skip-tracing is an inglorious vocation. Sure, the money’s okay, but only if you’re good. Same goes for job security. But nobody wants to know what you do. Well, maybe they do, like if you were a cop, but there’s always the arm’s length they keep you at. You aren’t one of them. They have...

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Truth Be Told by Hank Phillippi Ryan — review

September 20, 2015
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In a plot that uses still-living facets of the recent housing crash as a jumping-off point, Jane Ryland returns in this newest entry in the wonderful series by Hank Phillippi Ryan. After having been an award-winning investigative TV reporter before she lost her job a year ago for refusing to give up a source, Jane...

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FICTION: A Suspicious Looking Man by Seth Chambers

September 14, 2015
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I meet my contact in front of the Chicago River on West Wacker. We’ve never seen each other before but he takes a single glance and knows he’s got the right man. Without a word, we sit on opposite sides of the concrete bench, our backs to the water. I’m clean-shaven and sharply dressed,...

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Wayfaring Stranger by James Lee Burke — review

September 13, 2015
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At the heart of this superb novel is a chronicle covering one man’s life from boyhood in the 1930’s to his service during World War II and the years following when he started an oil pipeline business. During each phase of his life he encounters what is the essence of the novel, the evil...

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Blood on Snow By Jo Nesbo — review

September 13, 2015
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This novel is offered as a standalone by the author of the popular Harry Hole series, creating a new, very different type of protagonist, a contract killer with a convoluted personality full of paradoxes. His name is Olav Johansen and he is a solitary person who acts as a fixer, getting rid of persons...

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FICTION: Breaking Point by Mo Walsh

September 7, 2015
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Bobby’s ribs ached from the pressure of her fingers. Not the firm hold that made him feel safe or the tickling fingers that made him kick and squirm and smile all over. When she held him under his arms and swung him in circles, the giggles burst out of him, but when she snatched...

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