Synopsis/blurb..........A moonlighting director finds his sideline more dangerous than he expected.Alan Bernhardt is just starting rehearsal when his pager goes off. No one in the small San Francisco theater minds—they know that to make it on the stage, you have to be prepared to do all sorts of ...
A murder witness flees to California for protection, taking refuge in the theaterDiane Cutler is half drunk and half stoned when she sees her stepfather carrying the body out of the house. She and her boyfriend look on, horrified, as real estate tycoon Preston Daniels loads his dead mistress into...
To honor a dying don's last wish, a mob lieutenant searches for hidden diamonds.
Hire a Hangman - VGCollin Wilcox - 14th in seriesSan Francisco homicide lieutenant Frank Hastings, last seen in A Death Before Dying , is severely tested when top transplant surgeon Brice Hanchett is shot and killed late one night after leaving his mistress's apartment. There is no shortage of su...
Over coffee, glumly, my thoughts kept returning to the legend of Faust, irrevocably selling his soul to the devil. By the second cup of coffee I’d decided to write out a check to Mrs. Vennezio for a thousand dollars, mail it and forget it. An hour later I’d packed, got an airline reservation for ...
The dispatcher put me through to Friedman, who’d just been in the process of getting Marie Kramer’s unlisted phone number, to call me. “The gun’s turned up,” he said. “Or, at least, it figures to be the gun. It’s a .38 Smith and Wesson revolver. Which fits. It’s a .38 that killed Quade, according...
THEO STOPPED THE SUPRA on the gas station’s broad concrete parking apron, snatched the keys from the ignition, slung her purse over her shoulder, and strode to the brightly lit phone booth. She jammed the big purse into the space between the booth’s glass wall and the telephone, leaned against th...
HE pointed. “It’s just beyond the next curve. You’d better slow down.” Calloway, the third man from Los Angeles, took his foot from the accelerator as he eased the car smoothly into the curve. He was a good, steady driver. Snatches of conversation during the past hours had suggested that Calloway...
Ferguson lived in San Francisco’s Mission district, a blue collar section of the city. As I drew up in front of the building, I noticed with misgivings the dimly lit street. Newspapers and debris choked the gutters, and lighted windows revealed broken, patched panes and torn curtains. As I got ou...
Harry said. “A big black guy wearing a loud shirt, looks like he can really take care of himself. And a woman. Small, brunette, early thirties, I’d say. Great little body, looks like class. Bernhardt picked them up at the airport, and the black guy checked in. When I got that far, I decided to sp...