Fiddler and Fiora: Book 8
I keep thinking the past is dead. I keep being wrong. Long ago I had killed one of Uncle Jake’s murderers. I didn’t know the second hit man’s name, so I had filed it under Unfinished Business and gone on with my life. Then someone sent me a letter with the second name in it. That was a temptation I couldn’t ignore. I was doing fine not killing Jake’s second hit man until someone stole my Detonics at a fancy Hollywood party, started killing people, and framing me. It complicated my life, but it didn’t make me angry. Then a task force put Fiora in jail. I quit being nice.
"Sexy and hard-hitting." --Publishers Weekly
"Gives Travis McGee a run for his money." --Kirkus