Eager to start the next Zachary Goldman Mystery? Zachary is on the trail of a couple of burglars in this one. Or is he?
Their Walls Were Empty is #12 in this private investigator series, but can be read as a stand alone.
T. Olson says: As usual, this is a very well written and interesting story, easy to read and with excellent characters. This time there’s a mystery within a mystery, and a nice little twist at the end.
Their Walls Were Empty
A simple robbery
Back in the saddle, Private Investigator Zachary Goldman is hired by Kenzie’s father to investigate the heist of valuable memorabilia from his favorite sports bar.
Kenzie did say that it was a bad idea.
Maybe Zachary should have listened.
Because nothing is as it appears. As Zachary digs deeper, it becomes apparent that there is far more at stake here than just some sports memorabilia.
Just what has Walter put him in the middle of?
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ …longtime followers as well as newcomers to the series will be enthralled and entertained as story unfolds.
I love this series and this book is a great addition. Such great characters with an extremely interesting storyline.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Zachary Goldman, Private Investigator, is flawed with a capital F. Shattered by the tragedies of his own life, he will somehow still manage to pick himself up and dig just a little bit deeper than anyone else to find the vital clues.
Maybe being broken makes it easier for others who have faced tragedy to trust him. Walk with Zachary as he solves cases that will stretch his abilities to the limit.
Even with his own life in shambles, Zachary Goldman is still the one you want on the case.
Investigate this P.I. mystery now!
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One More Grave
FBI Special Agent Darcy Hunt knows what it’s like to lose. Her sister. Her parents. Her innocence. And it’s not over yet.
When an old friend of Skylar’s is found brutally murdered on her kitchen floor, Darcy wastes no time hunting for answers. This one, however, isn’t so cut and dry. As the victim’s past comes to light, it becomes clear that she had spent her last years running from something. Or someone.
With no apparent logic to how he chooses his victims, Darcy must resort to unconventional methods and unlikely alliances as she rushes to chase down a phantom killer.
Meanwhile, a new adversary tugs off his mask and allows Darcy a glimpse of what is really underneath, leaving no mistake that he holds the collective fate of both Darcy and her sister in the palm of his hand.
The clock is ticking… and Darcy is out of time.
The Lost Brother
You stare hard at the man in the photo, you’re sure that’s your brother. But he’s been dead for years . . . hasn’t he?
Steve was just four years old when he was told his two-year-old brother Zac had died. Steve remembers his brother’s strawberry-shaped birthmark and the missing little finger on his left hand.
Now, over twenty years later, Steve stumbles across a photo of a man with the exact same birthmark and missing left finger. He looks the same age as Zac would have been — could this mysterious man be Steve’s lost brother?
Detective Tyrone Swift is called in to investigate. But Steve and Zac’s mother is dead, their father long gone, and there’s no official record of Zac’s death. But when Swift finds letters belonging to their mum, his whole investigation is turned on its head.
Swift is also battling his own increasingly complicated personal life as he deals with his daughter moving away.
Swift must focus and find out the truth, no matter what the cost . . .
The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
Suppose you’re Bernie Rhodenbarr.
You’ve got a dream job, running your own cozy secondhand bookstore, complete with Raffles, your caudally challenged cat. It’s in Greenwich Village, and your best friend’s dog grooming salon is two doors away, and the two of you lunch together and meet for drinks after work.
And you’ve got another way to make a buck. Every once in a while you put your conscience on the shelf and let yourself into someone else’s residence, and you leave with more than you came with. You’re a burglar, and you know it’s wrong, but you love it.
And you’re good at it. You’ve got two ways to make a living, one larcenous, the other literary and legitimate, and you’re good at both of them.
The Red-Stained Desert
After a violent shootout that killed the sons of an Irish matriarch, Dave Nash leaves law enforcement in favor of being a private investigator—all because he thought it would produce a quieter life.
But when his niece and her boyfriend go missing, he drops everything to help find her, walking into an unexpected storm of death and revenge.
Behind him is Joe Black, a hitman who will stop at nothing to finish what he started. Ahead is a blood red wasteland in which killers hunt their victims. And in the middle is an elaborate operation where Nash’s niece and her boyfriend were last seen alive.
Death is everywhere… And Nash’s other half, Gloria Browning, might just be its next victim.
The Islamorada Murders
Joey Mancuso and his wife, former FBI Special Agent, Marcy, where in Islamorada, Florida Keys, with the expectation of sunning, swimming, drinking a few locally brewed craft beers, enjoying freshly caught mahi-mahi and grouper, and simply relaxing from hectic New York City.
Former NYPD Homicide Detective, Mancuso, and now private investigator was not interested in getting involved in what seemed like an outlandish story. But how the timid, scared man, told the story, made Joey think twice about getting involved.
What followed was a series of murders— one body washing ashore the Islamorada Sandbar rattling sunbathers, another body with a bit off leg, picked up by a fishing charter in the Atlantic Ocean. Now, Joey’s mystery man was wanted for two homicides, smuggling a cache of fentanyl, and stealing from the dead men hundreds of thousands of dollars. To make it worse, Joey and Marcy were facing charges for harboring a wanted murderer.
Clean Break
When a tourist reports an abandoned car at a remote trailhead at the Grand Canyon’s North Rim, Aroostine Higgins is the logical choice to investigate the high-profile case. After all, it’s her job. She’s a consultant to the National Park Service Investigative Services Branch, and she specializes in tracking people.
But when a search of the car turns up a blood-soaked hat that’s a match for a missing woman and a scrap of paper bearing the name “Rue Jackman,” the case becomes personal. Under the alias of Rue Jackman, Aroostine helps find missing Native American women who’ve been forgotten by the system.
The only problem is the missing woman isn’t Native, and Aroostine has no idea why her alias is on that piece of paper.
