Fiddler and Fiora: Book 5
I had been on the road for weeks, trying to burn out my anger at Fiora for pulling in the FBI rather than letting me handle a case my way. Then a flat tire and a cold wind sent me into the shelter of a Santa Fe art gallery. No problem, right? A tire is a tire is a tire.
Wrong again. Before I was done, I found myself hounded by the IRS, forced off the road by Fiora, and under a cold-blooded murder’s gun. Along the way, there was a tax scam, a dead art professor, and a missing painting worth millions. The good news was that Fiora and I were together again. The bad news was that we could die that way.
"An unbeatable duo." --Faye Kellerman
"The writing is lean and restrained, and Fiddler, growing from book to book, gives Travis McGee a rea; run for his money." --Los Angeles Times