| Author: | Johnny Barnes | ISBN: | 9781410707925 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | February 4, 2003 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Johnny Barnes |
| ISBN: | 9781410707925 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | February 4, 2003 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
DEAD MEN TALK is a modern murder mystery, taking place in Boston where the author was a private investigator for eleven years. Johnny Barnes has been a cop for the last 18 years, outside of Boston.
A dozen homicides leads this offbeat detective through Bostons rock & roll nightclubs, strip joints, and famous locations in search of a mysterious book and a serial killer. Unforgettable characters, wry humor, and the detectives odd encounters add color and excitement to this fast paced, action packed thriller.
DEAD MEN TALK is a very funny throwback to the classic hard-boiled mysteries.
I jumped up on the hood of the car. The moment seemed suspended in time. The radiator hissed, shooting steam straight up into the air. The smell of burnt rubber, and smoke from the tires, drifted upward.
Glass from the shattered windows still rained down, landing on the cars roof and hood. A rolling hubcap clattered on down the alleyway, finally circling a few times, and clanging to rest. Then there was a sudden and deep silence... but I was still focused on the man at the end of my gun sights.
DEAD MEN TALK reads like a movie and would translate well into film.
DEAD MEN TALK is a modern murder mystery, taking place in Boston where the author was a private investigator for eleven years. Johnny Barnes has been a cop for the last 18 years, outside of Boston.
A dozen homicides leads this offbeat detective through Bostons rock & roll nightclubs, strip joints, and famous locations in search of a mysterious book and a serial killer. Unforgettable characters, wry humor, and the detectives odd encounters add color and excitement to this fast paced, action packed thriller.
DEAD MEN TALK is a very funny throwback to the classic hard-boiled mysteries.
I jumped up on the hood of the car. The moment seemed suspended in time. The radiator hissed, shooting steam straight up into the air. The smell of burnt rubber, and smoke from the tires, drifted upward.
Glass from the shattered windows still rained down, landing on the cars roof and hood. A rolling hubcap clattered on down the alleyway, finally circling a few times, and clanging to rest. Then there was a sudden and deep silence... but I was still focused on the man at the end of my gun sights.
DEAD MEN TALK reads like a movie and would translate well into film.
