The Twenty-Year Death (Hard Case Crime)
Ariel S. Winter
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THERE’S NEVER BEEN A BOOK LIKE
THE TWENTY-YEAR DEATH
A breathtaking first novel written in the form of three separate crime novels, each set in a different decade and penned in the style of a different giant of the mystery genre.
The body found in the gutter in France led the police inspector to the dead man’s beautiful daughter—and to her hot-tempered American husband.
A hardboiled private eye hired to keep a movie studio’s leading lady happy uncovers the truth behind the brutal slaying of a Hollywood starlet.
A desperate man pursuing his last chance at redemption finds himself with blood on his hands and the police on his trail...
Three complete novels that, taken together, tell a single epic story, about an author whose life is shattered when violence and tragedy consume the people closest to him. It is an ingenious and emotionally powerful debut performance from literary detective and former bookseller Ariel S. Winter, one that establishes this talented newcomer as a storyteller of the highest caliber.
said. “You are not a fool. Al Knox made a mistake there.” “Did he say I was?” “No. I couldn’t imagine that he would know anyone who wasn’t.” “You should try sitting down in the stands sometime, then maybe you wouldn’t be so surprised by what the rest of us are like.” Merton held up a hand, his five fingers spread to silence me. “What do you want?” “Well, since I found you where your daughter told me you’d be...” That got me nothing. “...I guess I want to talk to your son.” “That’s not
Browne as though I were in Vee’s position. This was going to be much trickier than Vee had been, because he’d no doubt see me before I could shoot him. I was counting on him coming after me. I sank to the floor beside Vee, rested my head against the bed, and waited. After five minutes, the air conditioning dried the sweat on my body, making me feel sticky and cold. I shivered, and found I couldn’t stop. So I sat there, gun in hand, shivering. 23. I waited for ten thousand hours, although
once again. All eyes turned to the chief of police. “I want to thank all of you for coming out like this.” There was a renewed murmur, and Letreau held up his hand. “I know we would each want the same if it was our children.” Children? So this did not have to do with Meranger? “As you have all heard, Marion Perreaux’s two little boys Georges and Albert have gone missing. They were last seen Tuesday afternoon at Monsieur Marque’s sweet shop here in town, and they were to walk back to the
enjoying his cigar, the air above him filling with smoke. Verargent was quiet, a small town after dark. In his room with the lights off, Pelleter could not sleep, despite the physical activity of the afternoon and evening. Fournier had been genuinely surprised when Pelleter had told him of the five murdered prisoners found in the field. If Meranger constituted a sixth murder, and the man stabbed the day before was meant to be a seventh... Well, it stood to reason that somebody was committing
Lambert outside of the infirmary door. The man who had been stabbed four days before was still in a bed across the room. His color had returned, and he was sitting up in the bed without a problem. He would be returned to his cell later that day. He would have been returned already if it had not been for this new stabbing. Pelleter sat beside Mahossier’s bed. “How’s Madame Pelleter?” Mahossier said. His voice was weak, but Pelleter knew from the doctor that Mahossier’s wounds were superficial.