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Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Their death came as a shock to April, because when she'd interrogated them the day before, they were perfectly fine, then it was pandemonium everywhere once their lifeless body was discovered. They had been Poisoned to death under their watch- an inside job, probably those under the Genovese cartel payroll. The people in charge of the men were under investigation, but April was sure nothing would come out of it, not with the level of corruption that was sweeping through the precinct. April had only two suspects in mind, and it was either Gabrielle or her grandfather. April knew they were the only ones who had the resources to pull off such a crime. The case had been pointing glaringly in the

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

A man once respected in the force, now tangled in the dark web of the Mafia. His mind wandered back to the day Zagaff Manscent had contacted him. That chilling moment when Zagaff had shown him the video; one James thought no one would ever find out about. It was a secret he had buried deep, but now it was being used to control him. He remembered the bribe he had taken, and how it had sealed his fate. From that day, he had become theirs. James stared down at the open case files scattered across his desk. The Abibba robbery, the bank heist, the wedding heist; all connected to the Mafia. As he looked at the paperwork, his mind raced, searching for ways to cover up the truth.

With one slight adjustment of the hand, it continues, “I, myself, would like to say ruthless killer, but then we all know Vic Stone, you would never have walked out there alive.” And ya, I think I should, but I do not keep quiet, “I am glad to see that we agree on one thing.” “Oh no, I don’t agree. My question is, what was Colton Cruz doing there in the first place? See, this is how things work in this crazy fucked up Mafia business. You do not set your foot on someone else’s turf.” Well, this is where I need to stop it right in the fucking but.

We always had to be available whenever it was required of us. “Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully. Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time. “It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.” “Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”

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Scanning the room, I spotted Dexter, barely noticeable in his black attire and face cap. I had wanted to meet at a bar, but Dexter insisted on a coffee shop…less prying eyes from other mafia lords. Mafia lords were mostly found in a bar, not a fucking barbie coffee shop. I sat down across from him, accepting the cup of coffee offered by a blonde waitress. “How secure is this place?” I asked, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Dexter grinned, his smile unnerving. “Half the people here aren’t regular customers. They’re armed to the teeth,” he said, sipping his coffee.