Jonathan Stride’s best friend, Steve Garske, makes a shocking deathbed confession: he protected Stride by covering up a murder. Hours later, the police dig up Steve’s yard and find a body with a bullet hole in its skull.

Stride is pretty sure he knows who it is. Seven years ago, an out-of-town reporter disappeared while investigating anonymous allegations of rape against a prominent politician. Back then, the police believed that the reporter drowned at a dangerous swimming hole called the Deeps... but the discovery of the body changes everything. Now Stride’s partner, Maggie Bei, is forced to ask Stride an uncomfortable question: Did you kill him?

Stride is obviously hiding things. He was the last person to see the reporter alive. And he admits lying to Maggie about that meeting, but won’t tell her why. With suspicion in the murder pointing at him, Stride finds himself off the case and on leave from the Duluth Police.

His only ally in clearing his name is his wife, Serena, who retraces the reporter’s investigation into the explosive allegations. The clues all point to a hot Duluth summer years earlier that everyone in town would prefer to forget.

When last we saw Tony Valentine — former cop, lifelong misanthrope, and legendary catcher of casino cheats — he was just coming up for air after a close brush with the afterlife in his first outing, the acclaimed Grift Sense.

This time around, it’s personal. Tony Valentine’s ex-partner Doyle Flanagan has been blown to pieces by a car bomb. Shortly before his death, Doyle had been filling Valentine in on the details of his latest, most baffling case — an impressive $6 million blackjack scam at Atlantic City’s legendary Bombay casino.

Valentine determines that the only way to bring his friend’s killers to justice is to crack the Bombay heist himself. But standing between Valentine and his goal is a head-spinning assortment of ruthless gangsters, crooked croupiers, eccentric millionaires, and Croatians with bad haircuts. His only ally: an irresistibly enigmatic female wrestler.

With diamond-hard prose, triple-crossing plot twists, and a deliciously noir-inflected atmosphere, Funny Money finds James Swain more than living up to his promise as a razor-sharp storyteller with unlimited surprises up his sleeve.

Jack Taylor has never quite been able get his life together, but now he has truly hit rock bottom. Still reeling from a violent family tragedy, Taylor is busy drowning his grief in Jameson and uppers, as usual, when a high-profile officer in the local Garda is murdered.

After another Guard is found dead, and then another, Taylor’s old colleagues from the force implore him to take on the case. The plot is one big game, and all of the pieces seem to be moving at the behest of one dangerously mysterious team: a trio of young killers with very different styles, but who are united in their common desire to take down Jack Taylor. Their ring leader is Jericho, a psychotic girl from Galway who is grieving the loss of her lover, and who will force Jack to confront some personal trauma from his past.

As sharp and sardonic as it is starkly bleak and violent, Galway Girl shows master raconteur Ken Bruen at his best: lyrical, brutal, and ceaselessly suspenseful.

It is not often that an author spices a story with two heroes. One was George Cooper doing a quiet job in a quiet way. The other was Allan Farat, a sleek debonair hood who killed for pleasure. Around this dichotomy, John D. MacDonald has woven an exotic tale of deception that challenges the memories of a woman in love.

A story of murder and corruption set in Puerto Rico and Atlantic City. Tommy Donovan has a casino in both places. Our cop hero Vincent is convalescing in Puerto Rico after being shot by a mugger. Vincent gets involved with a Puerto Ricon beauty who leaves to work for Donovan in Atlantic City.

Spenser is back again — as tough and resilient as he was in pursuit of the Godwulf Manuscript. This time the stakes are higher; he is searching for more than a manuscript. Fifteen-year-old Kevin Bartlett has disappeared from his home in the pleasant, affluent Boston suburb of Smithfield. His parents are convinced that he has been kidnaped. Spenser is not so sure.Pressed between the frantic parents demanding action and the irate police chief warning him to keep off the grass, Spenser goes his independent way. The note demanding ransom and the telephone message that follows it confirm his conviction that all is not what it seems. By biding his time and tracking down some rather eerie clues, he solves the mystery, but not before there has been death and a fight with Goliath.Through all these complications, Spenser must battle the Smithfield police as well as the criminals and fend off the amorous advances of the alcoholic Mrs. Bartlett. But the case offers certain compensations — notably, Susan, beautiful, intelligent, and as discriminating a gourmet as Spenser himself.

Karen Di Cilia married a man in the Mafia. When he died he left her $4,000,000 – and instructions that she never touch another man again. He had the connections to ensure that his will was carried out. His friends hired a hustler to guard her. However the hustler had other ideas.

Eastlake is the kind of place where ‘nice’ people live — nice, well-off, civilised people. People who know all about each other and where everyone knows everyone else’s business — rather like living in a goldfish bowl. So when scanners are set up in the self-service shop in an attempt to catch petty shoplifters, it comes as rather a surprise when some dark secrets begin to emerge. A perfect opportunity for blackmailers...