This is the second book by Mr. Haywood that I've read, both Joe and Dottie Loudermilk mysteries, and I've enjoyed both of them. Both this one and "Going Nowhere Fast" involve the Loudermilk children and the troubles several of them get into and how their mom and dad find ways to extricate them. ...
First I want to thank whomever it was who first e-mailed me about this fledging mystery series by the author of the Aaron Gunner mysteries. The e-mailer (for the life of me I can't remember her name, sorry) was looking for the author of a hilarious series of books featuring a retired couple who t...
As a fan of his mysteries involving the retired Loudermilk's and their Airstream trailer, I avoided the Aaron Gunner novels because they seemed the opposite extreme: edgy, violent, lurid compared to the genial atmosphere of the cozy-style. Tracy found this one at a book store on the coast and the...
In Gar Anthony Haywood's All the Lucky Ones Are Dead, African American PI Aaron Gunner investigates the apparent suicide of one of the most famous rap superstars on the West Coast, C.E. Digga Jones. The job doesn't exactly appeal to him. After all, Gunner prefers to work for folks whose politics ...
With his shattering new Aaron Gunner mystery, Gar Anthiony Haywood lives up to the legends - and more...
A man disappears at the Million Man March in Washington, D.C., but Aaron Gunner soon discovers that isn't just another missing persons case. The web of deception that surrounds both the missing man and those who knew him will lead him to more danger than he realizes. The fifth book of the series.
I usually stay away from detective hero series. The first few are good but then fall prey to Rambo syndrome. You know, where one guy somehow saves the world with his pinky? Aaron Gunner, however, is one cool customer. Not Long for this World is still my all-time favorite, but this one is still a ...
A lawyer hires Gunner to help her prove that her gangland client is not a killerDarrel Lovejoy doesn't owe South Central anything. By all accounts, he is lucky to escape this desperate corner of Los Angeles, to go to college and graduate into a well-paid advertising job. But something compels him...
The biggest of his life, in fact. The figure his lawyers were throwing around was eleven million, but many observers believed he could get more than that, if he and his legal team played their cards right. Two of the LAPD’s finest had beaten Andrews senseless nine months earlier out in Woodland H...
When my husband Joe and I left Los Angeles for good at 9 AM on a Friday morning, May 22, 1992, having exchanged our family home for a pickup truck and an Airstream trailer, we expected early retirement to be fun. Exciting. And completely devoid of all the aggravations our five grown children—Maur...
In making life-altering choices, his conscience may speak to him, but it is the voice of reason he ultimately adheres to, the basic math of what he has to gain versus what he stands to lose. The two close friends I made for myself as I entered into manhood – O’Neal Holden and R.J. Burrow – were n...