Fiendish torture was only the prelude — death was the delicate dénouement
Spine-Chilling Horror To Freeze The Blood
When the stakes are as high as four million dollars, murder looks easy
Another chapter in the life of that tantalizing French woman who pops in and out of more beds that Amber dreamed existed.
Was he a murderer? Or was he the victim of The Crooked Frame?
I Saw Blood On My Hands…
I was terribly drunk, but I remember stumbling over something in the dark, something soft and supple. I remember putting my hand down and feeling it warm and sticky. That’s all I remember until I woke up in my own apartment with blood on my clothes and my hands. Then I had to ask the most terrifying question an man can ever ask himself; “Am I a murderer?”
I Gamble With Death For Pirate Gold
Different from this book of the same name