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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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Her real name was Vicky Hustin, but to the people of Big Hominy she would always be 'that uppity mountain gal, that piece of hill trash who thinks she’s so high and mighty.' And when her ex-husband was found brutally murdered, they had still another name for her: Man-killer!They also had a name for someone like Wade Calhoun, who dared to believe in Vicky’s innocence. Crazy, that’s what he was. Shell-shocked from the war, probably. Just ignore him till the trial’s over and that no-good gal’s had her comeuppance on the gallows!But Wade Calhoun wasn’t giving up that easily. He’d turn up the one bit of evidence the town couldn’t ignore. Because even if it meant pitting his life against that of a killer, he was determined once and for all to balance the scales of Big Hominy’s justice! - Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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My name is Ed Rivers.I live in Tampa, Florida, where I work as a private cop. I’m six feet tall, weigh in at about one ninety, and am forty years old.When I look in the mirror I see a heavy, bearish face, dark-tanned and creased, the thick lids giving the brown eyes a lazy look. Women either get a charge from that face or want to run from it. Men fear it or trust it to the hilt. It isn’t a face that ever meets a neutral reaction.I’m not always happy about that, but it’s my face and I have to do the best I can with it. - Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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Three people were dead, their heads bashed in, their bodies hacked with a samurai sword. All three victims were Japanese. The murder weapon was traced to Nick Martin, a veteran of Iwo Jima. Nick had spent fifteen pain-ridden years in and out of Army hospitals. He tried to drown his memories of the horror, but whisky only put him right back in the middle of that fierce battle.Nick drank a fifth the night of the killing.That’s the kind of case the police call 'open and shut.' But Ed Rivers, a private detective, was a friend of Nick Martin’s. And no one was shutting the door of a death cell on Nick - not while Rivers could still go after the real, fiendishly clever murderer. - Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
187 kr
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
187 kr
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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She was hurrying past the field on her way home when the man stepped out from behind a tree and stood spraddle-legged in her path. Ginny Lee was uncommonly pretty, a small girl with unusually long legs for someone her size, good legs with finely molded ankles; and her breasts above the rounded hips and very thin waist were large and full, not in a way that gave her a top-heavy look, but a proud, feminine look. Ginny Lee was happy about her looks except for one thing: she needed glasses. She stood there blinking and squinting, trying to recognize the man who stood there so menacingly. “Who are you?” she asked, suddenly frightened. He laughed, took her roughly, and threw her down. - Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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'Are you a ladykiller?' the vision asked. She had skin like cream, hair like jet, and a body that could turn any male into an instant sex-maniac. With a wicked little smile, she moved closer to Peter Chambers. 'I devour ladykillers,' she murmured.A hot bout of serious slaughter and insincere sex in which Manhattan’s sleuth-about-town Peter Chambers investigates the early death of a dancehall hostess who would do anything for love . . . and much much more for money. - Häftad, Engelska, 2012
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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- Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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The fighter had a dream. . . .
Some men were sewing a body into canvas. It was on the deck of a ship. There was a big seam up the middle of the canvas, and now only the face was still uncovered . . .'You want to take a last look, champ?' one of the men asked. 'We're about ready to dump him.'The fighter bent to see in the moonlight. The face in the canvas was his own . . .The fighter was Luke Pilgrim, middleweight champion of the world. Luke could handle any man in the ring. He also could handle the hoods who were trying to muscle in on his next fight . . . But there was one thing he couldn't handle - and that was murder . . . - Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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Tuesday, he looked down on the body of a Mexican girl who'd been clubbed to death with a spade . . .
Thursday, he took the examination for lieutenant and had a lot of trouble with it . . .
Friday, his aunt died and left him more money than he bothered to count . . .
Then Joe Burke, a sergeant out of Central Homicide, Los Angeles, turned in his badge. He bought a house, a car, good liquor, and even went in for amateur theater - just in time for a bloody off-stage killing. Joe found himself back on the homicide detail, unofficially this time, in a case that was to teach him more about ruthless murder - and about women - than he had learned in a dozen years on the force.
- Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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One of our call girls is missingIt sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn’t show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest - and most profitable.'Find her, shamus,' she said. 'And fast!''My pleasure,' I said.My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day.The girl’s name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night.The job had delightful possibilities - until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep. - Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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Get home early tonight. I have a key I stole last time I was there. Don’t keep me waiting.The note was lying on the front seat of my car. It was on an engraved card - scented. Deborah Huntington’s.I got mad. Who did she think she was anyway? I didn’t bother to answer. I knew damn well who she was. She was rich, spoiled and beautiful - and I was bewitched, bothered and bewildered, and just the thought of her next to me had me to my eyebrows in a sweat of excitement.But she was also a suspect for murder. And I was being paid to find the killer.My good sense kept telling me not to go home early or otherwise. So who needs good sense? You can’t take it with you.Night Lady - a smooth, hard blend of hot and cold running maidens, murderers and mayhem starring Joe Puma, William Campbell Gault’s greatest gift to private-eye lovers everywhere. - Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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The femme was fatalShe was rich, red-haired and ready for anything. Her name was Fidelia and she was a tempting bit of woman even without the three million dollars she was to inherit. Only wherever she went - and she went everywhere - murder seemed to follow.That’s how I came into the picture. My name is Joe Puma. I’m a private investigator..She hired me to scare off the wolves. I’m big for my age, handy with my fists and a fool for trouble - especially when it looks at me the way Fidelia did. It wasn’t any picnic, though.Three million bucks wrapped in a prize package like Fidelia was powerful bait. Deadly, in fact. But some guys were just too greedy. They wouldn’t give up even if it killed them - or me. - Häftad, Engelska, 2013
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With the motion picture industry in crisis, things were so tough for independent director Steve Leander that he was put to it to maintain his mortgage, his swimming pool and his attractive young wife. So, reluctantly, he agreed to direct a picture for Harry Bergdahl, a producer who never lost money on his pix but never got any Oscars either. Then came this insurance investigator Tomkevic with some sinister inquiries about an insurance fix on Bergdahl's lead, Hart Jameson. Soon after, Jameson, a Marlon Brando type, crashed over a cliff on the Coast Highway in his Jaguar, and was killed.Steve was the man who knew too much. He was hounded by a private eye, mistrusted by his wife, stymied by Bergdahl's slippery financing, and stricken by his own indiscretions. One of the latter, a torrid beauty named Pat Cullum, was fatally stabbed, after some strange revelations about the dead star.As events developed, Leander was on an even hotter spot with the police breathing down his neck; his position made more risky because of others he felt in conscience he must protect. How he managed to clear himself and finger the real murderer makes a story true to today's Hollywood conditions. It's tough, but the heart is in the right place.
