After a terrifying stunt gone wrong leaves her plummeting into the tops of forest trees, a shaken Darcy Lott is dispatched by her Zen master to a remote monastery in California's redwood forest to face her worst fear — but also to deliver a message. This monastery has its own secrets. A student h...
They are moguls, movers, and a secretary of state with a funny accent. They are the Bohemian Club, who, with an army of minions and gawkers, gather every year on the Russian River for fun and frolic, and every year bring a gold rush of prostitutes and other gold diggers to Henderson, California.
Reissued to coincide with the hardcover release of Susan Dunlap's new novel, High Fall, here is an early Vejay Haskell mystery. Each year, residents of Henderson, California, celebrate the slow-moving slug with races and recipes. But this year, the Slugfest has been poisoned, and Vejay must untan...
Reissued to coincide with the hardcover release of Susan Dunlap's new novel, High Fall, here is an early Vejay Haskell mystery. When the owner of Frank's Place on the waterfront is murdered, Vejay finds herself swimming in circumstantial guilt.
'Until someone put a poisoned needle in his bicycle seat, Phil Drem was the meanest, most nit-picking IRS agent in Berkeley, California.But when Detective Jill Smith began searching Berkeley's backwaters for the tax man's killer, she found a different picture of Drem: a caring Drem, whose once-be...
One of Berkeley's hottest and trendiest restauranteurs is poisoned in his own restaurant, and Jill Smith must select the murderer from a list of suspects as long and as complex as the Paradise Restaurant's menu. A top-notch detective novel from the author of Too Close to the Edge. Martin's.
From bestselling author Susan Dunlap comes this wry, indecently entertaining mystery involving politics, murder--and nudity.Where else but in Berkeley, California, could naked protesters, competing health clubs, and ex-sixties radicals add up to murder? And who else would find herself smack in t...
The wife of a brain-damaged hit-and-run victim hires Kiernan O'Shaughnessy, medical examiner turned private eye, to find out who was behind the wheel of the car that hit her husband, Blending forensic detail, psychological insight, and thrills galore, Rogue Wave is top-of-the-line suspense fare.
At the promising start to a new detective series by the author of the Jill Smith mysteries, a young priest is found hanged in particularly compromising circumstances in his parish church in Phoenix, Ariz. To determine whether the death was suicide or murder, the diocese's bishop calls upon Kierna...
When Kiernan O'Shaughnessy shows up at the San Diego bluffs off Gliderport to watch the filming of a new movie, she hardly expects to run into a media circus. It turns out that a talented, confident nineteen-year-old stuntwoman named Lark Sondervoil has invited the press to watch her perform the ...
Bestselling mystery author Susan Dunlap, acclaimed winner of two Anthony Awards and a Macavity Award, brings us a powerful new novel featuring private detective and former medical examiner, Kiernan O'Shaughnessy.
and twenty feet up the steep, rocky brush-and poison-oak-covered incline. I took a breath as I neared the body, but it didn’t help. After the last ceremony when new officers were sworn, I had taken a couple of the women aside and said, “Berkeley’s a small town. There are going to be times when yo...
He hadn’t. Ravenous, I stopped at Wally’s Donut Shop and ordered eggs and sausage. Lowering the platter, Wally glanced from the eggs to the hash browns and sausage and up at me. “This is big time for you, isn’t it? I thought you only ate jelly donuts.” “This is breakfast.” “Good thing. Most impor...
Penelope Lynn Garrett,” Murakawa said with only the slightest suggestion of a sigh as he pronounced her self-appointed name. To twenty-four-year-old Murakawa, the sixties was an ancient oddity, characterized by old-hat political action and slovenly dress. Anachronisms like Aura Summerlight baffle...
I’M LUCKY to be still on the case, much less in charge.” I glared at Howard, who was waiting in my desk chair, legs extended across the aisle. I’d spent the night—too worried to sleep—surrounded by questions that either defied solution or whose answers only increased my anxiety. Why hadn’t I chec...
I have to go and get her.” He wasn’t sure whether he had said “get her” or “get her out.” He didn’t know why she was there. He didn’t think Ralph Palmerston did either. What he did think was that Ralph Palmerston was as frantic as he’d ever seen him. Whatever Mrs. Palmerston was doing there, her ...
I declined. Bad enough I’d let him question me when I was still shaken from the stair fall sabotage and riding my fury at Robin Sparto. At least I had the sense not to let him get me alone in a police car. I’d already incriminated Leo—and me—plenty. Leo! I needed to warn him. The zendo wasn’t far...
I grumbled to Leo as I put down the landline phone. ‟My family . . . ” ‟Don’t they know your cell?” ‟They believe there’s a better chance of getting a return on a call here. They believe you’ll prod me to call.” Leo smiled, as if to say not yes, not no. He was sitting cross-legged on his futon, b...
She didn’t look up when I walked in. Across the room Murakawa leaned against a segment of the clear plastic desk that hugged all four walls. Roger Macalester was resting his rump on a portion of the desk between them. He was fingering a squishy orange ball, but not squeezing. Color me nonchalant....
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club played from the Blauplunkts in the back. Later I could flip to news updates from London, Karachi, or suburban Mars. I’d slept at the zendo, sat morning zazen, and driven Duffy to the beach for a run. Ocean Beach is only a few blocks from Mom’s house, but Duffy loves to...
The one significant thing she’d brought with her was her husband’s binoculars. I didn’t picture her returning to Canyonview to watch birds. With binoculars Madeleine Riordan might have been able to peer into the canyon, into the lair of our parking pest. Had she seen something there she was consi...