Of the #1
New York Times bestselling Kinsey Millhone series, NPR said, Makes
me wish there were more than 26 letters.”
Two dead
men changed the course of my life that fall. One of them I knew and the other
I’d never laid eyes on until I saw him in the morgue.
The first was
a local PI of suspect reputation. He’d been gunned down near the beach at Santa
Teresa. It looked like a robbery gone bad. The other was on the beach six weeks
later. He’d been sleeping rough. Probably homeless. No identification. A slip
of paper with Millhone’s name and number was in his pants pocket. The coroner
asked her to come to the morgue to see if she could ID him.
Two
seemingly unrelated deaths, one a murder, the other apparently of natural
causes.
But as
Kinsey digs deeper into the mystery of the John Doe, some very strange linkages
begin to emerge. And before long at least one aspect is solved as Kinsey
literally finds the key to his identity. And just like that,” she says, the lid
to Pandora’s box flew open. It would take me another day before I understood how many imps had
been freed, but for the moment, I was inordinately pleased with myself.”
In this
multilayered tale, the surfaces seem clear, but the underpinnings are full of
betrayals, misunderstandings, and outright murderous fraud. And Kinsey, through
no fault of her own, is thoroughly compromised.
W is for .
. . wanderer . . . worthless . . . wronged . . .
W is for
wasted.
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