“Hain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain’t that a big enough majority in any town?” —Mark TwainRoss Thomas chose the quotation from Huckleberry Finn as the text of this post-World War II story as well as for the title. When Lucifer Dye is released after three months in a Hong Kon...
"America's best storyteller" (New York Times) presents one of his best political thrillers. Former political campaign manager Harvey Longmire comes out of retirement to search for a missing union leader. What follows is the wildest adventure of conspiracy and murder in his career.
A classic mystery featuring Padillo and Mac, from the award-winning author of Ah, Treachery! McCorkle returns from Germany to Washington, D.C., with a beautiful wife, intending to live a quiet life as a saloon keeper in a classy neighborhood. But when his old friend Mike padillo is stabbed, his w...
Asked to deliver a quarter of a million dollars to whomever has stolen a prized African shield from a Washington museum, Philip St. Ives soon finds himself involved in a dangerous game. Reprint. PW.
The award-winning author of Out on the Rim and The Cold War Swap pens a first-rate novel of intrigue and espionage in which an ex-OSS operat ive and a dwarf team up after the Second World War to locate an assassin whose targets are ex-Nazi leaders.
The Fourth Durango is not your ordinary Durango. It's not in Spain, or Mexico, and it's not a ski town in the Colorado Rockies, although Durangos do exist in all of those places. This Durango has an industry, albeit a rather odd one-it is a hideout business, a place where people pay to find sanct...
Philip St. Ives, professional go-between, is off on another adventure, this time to London. Seems a young man has found that the beat-up old sword his father picked up in Shaftsbury Avenue was really the legendary sword of the crusader king St. Louis.Too bad someone nicked it from him before he ...
Missionary Stew follows political fundraiser Draper Haere on a quest to uncover the secret behind a right-wing coup in an unnamed Central american country. Haere seeks the information in order to get dirt on his boss's opponent in the 1984 US Presidential election. Haere's pursuit of the truth re...
At the height of the Cold War, two Americans are runnng a bar called Mac’s Place in the West German capital. One of the pair, Michael Padillo, isn’t around a lot; he keeps disappearing on “business trips.” McCorkle, his partner, wisely doesn’t ask questions; he knows Padillo has a second job—he’s...
Asked by the United States government to rescue a U.S. ambassador kidnapped by Yugoslavian radicals, professional go-between Philip St. Ives finds himself trapped in Eastern Europe. Reprint.
When a legendary freedom fighter is kidnapped, his close friend the Libyan dictator angrily blames the CIA. In retaliation, the Libyans kidnap the U.S. President's brother. Enter the Mordida Man--an independent fixer and bribery expert who must find and free the President's brother . . . without ...
Wanda and her brother Walter hire McCorkle to help them protect an Arab prince from the most accomplished assassin in the world, but the situation becomes dicey when Walter is murdered. Reprint. NYT. K.
Once a Hollywood stuntman until he miscalculated on a complex stunt and sent his colleague Angelo Sacchetti to a watery grave, Edward Cauthorne is forced by Mafia enforcers to search for the stuntman he thought he had accidentally killed in Singapore two years earlier.
American razzmatazz collides with traditional African culture when seersucker-clad Southern gentleman Clinton Shartelle is recruited to run a would-be premier's political campaign.
Now repackaged, here is a hard-hitting and keenly insightful thriller set in the volatile world of labor unions. The president of one of America's largest unions is running for re-election, but he has no idea that his fiercest opponent is a hired gun.
It had been dumped beside a road on the east coast of the island near Geylang, not far from a Malay kampong or village. She had been strangled with a cord or a rope and there was nothing to identify her, only a wallet that contained an American passport, an expired California driver’s license, a ...
that Sunday, Hamilton Keyes stood at the large window of his library, staring out at the snow-blanketed garden and wondering what it would be like to go outside and build a twilight snowman. Finding it to be a mild temptation, easily resisted, he instead took a long swallow of his iced vodka and,...
Five of us were gathered in the red room of the Belgravia mansion on Groom Place: the Nitry brothers, Eddie Apex, his wife Ceil, and I. We were all slumped into various Victorian chairs and sofas, forming a rough circle around the Roosevelt Hotel laundry bag that squatted, a bit reproachfully, I ...
She slowly entered the vast lobby, sweeping it with practiced eyes as she crossed to the elevators, her right hand down inside the leather bag that hung from her shoulder. She rode an elevator alone up to the fourth floor. From there she took the stairs to the fifth floor, slipped past the dozing...
That’s the only kind of longdistance call I ever get at three o’clock in the morning and often as not it’s from someone I haven’t seen in fifteen years and haven’t thought of in ten. Usually, they just want to talk because they’re about three-fourths of the way through a bottle of bourbon and the...
Spencer had blanched, confounded by the inescapable logic of my accusation. A few drops of perspiration had formed on his upper lip. A tiny vein had started to throb in his temple. Afraid that his hands would develop a telltale tremor, he had thrust them deep into his pockets. Guilt had seeped fr...
She wore a long belted coat of dark-green leather and the same pantsuit that she had worn earlier in the day. She was smoking a cigarette and as I approached she snuffed it out with the air of someone who has smoked too many of them while waiting too long. “I think we should talk,” she said. “My ...
It turned nasty as they got out of the rented Ford in the hotel basement garage and headed toward the elevator. They fought in the elevator. They were still fighting when Dill unlocked the door to room 981 and held it open for Anna Maude Singe, who sailed into the room, trailing the accusation “g...