Amos Walker is on the case of the aging pulp fiction writer Eugene Booth who has run out on a publishing deal that was supposed to revive his one-lucrative career. Plunging into booth's seedy world, Walker's chase eventually brings him to a lakeside bungalow in Michigan where he finds Booth pouding out his first novel in a decade with the aid of a 50-year-old Smith Corona and a bottle of Bourbon. The writer reveals to Walker that the events recounted in his long-ago bestseller, Paradise Valley, are a lie, and that the truth will be told in his new book. But when Walker returns to see Booth again, he finds the voelist hanging in the bathroom...and the pages he has written missing. Now it is up to Amos Walker to find the truth behind the supposed suicide of a belatedly honest man and to fulfil the victim's last wish - to share that truth with the rest of the world.
Mrs Rayellen Stutch, the young widow of one of Detroit's most powerful industrialists had a little job for the smart and cynical private eye Amos Walker. Wanting to unload part of her enormous inheritance on the illegitimate offspring of her late husband, she needed Walker to find them. And show them the money. It's a simple case...until Walker discovers the would-be millionaires are the textbook dysfunctional family. The battered wife is on the run, the abusive husband is packing a gun and the kid is caught in between. Walker couldn't expect what comes next: an act of horrifying violence that leaves a beautiful woman dead and a boy kidnapped. He must now lay siege to the sprawling fortress of the Stutch Motors factory. The stage is set for a bloody payoff, and trapped in the middle is a private eye who can remember when cars had fins and a city had a dream.
Marla Bernstein is a pretty teenager who is the ward of Ben Morningstar, a semi-retired mobster who prefers to keep family business out of the newspapers. When Marla disappears, the gang boss is forced to call in private eye Amos Walker.
Barry Stackpole, Amos Walker's old friend, has vanished. Finding him is the job Walker's been hired for, not once, but twice - by Stackpole's newspaper, and by an attractive literary editor. But the trail becomes littered with an assortment of dead bodies.
The tabloids were full of it. Constance Thayer, after a night of clubbing, drinks and drugs, had taken an automatic pistol from the collection of her industrialist husband Doyle Thayer Jr. and emptied it into his back, as he lay naked and unconscious in their Iroquois Heights home. The news of Constance Thayer's X-rated past breathed new life into the scandal for another month. Walker's job was to gather enough dirt on the late Mr. Thayer to make his widow look clean by comparison. What he found was a monstrous magnate, a dubious corpse and a gang of country-style gunrunners.
In seventeenth-century New England witchfinders were the bearers of false witness - and were paid handsomely for their lies. In twentieth-century Detroit, the pickings are easier, and the pay has gone through the roof. Now, a world-renowned architect, a man thought to be dying in a Los Angeles hospital, has called Amos Walker to a hotel room at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, to find the person who engineered a heartbreaking lie - and cost the architect the one woman he truly loved. It began with a photograph that Jay Bell Furlong didn't recognize as a fake. It turned into a smashed love affair, with the master builder fleeing to the West Coast and the lonely world of fame, money, and megalomania. As soon as Walker gets the photograph in his hand and hits Detroit's heat-soaked streets, the doctored photo becomes a passport to murder.
Mistakes can be fatal in the private-eye business so when Amos Walker offers his services to a crippled cop's pretty blonde wife for free, he should have seen the warning signs. This is the third book in the series of Amos Walker mysteries, following on from Motor City Blue and Angel Eyes.
Spring has come to Detroit's Sugartown enclave, and Amos Walker would like to feel kindly toward the human race. Unfortunately, his first case of the new season immediately leads him into trouble among the Polish settlers of neighboring Hamtramck, when old Martha Evancek hires him to look for her missing grandson. But even before Walker gets a chance to investigate, he's presented with a second case: an eminent Russian novelist who fears that someone is out to kill him. Walker knows the two cases are connected, but finding that link might cost him his life.
Detroit is no place for virgins, or gentlemen. Walker, who is neither, follows the 500-year-old trail of a stolen illuminated manuscript across the bleak landscape of a dead city, coming face to face with a trinity as unholy as anything in Revelations: a crippled millionaire pornographer, a mystery woman with mismatched eyes, and the darkest demon from his own past -- the man who murdered his partner 20 years ago.
Amos Walker (dauntless, incorruptible and underpaid) is hired to find a reputable newsreader's son who, more often than not, is involved in drugs and women. What Walker finds is far more than he bargained for and, in the end, it's Walker's reputation that is at stake.
Not even a drug war can deter private eye Amos Walker in his quest for the father of an old romance, a legendary trombonist. The trail leads him and the lost man's daughter, Iris, through Detroit's smoky jazz clubs into dens of hard crime, where they will be lucky to escape with their lives.
'I'm going to disappear, Mr. Walker. Very suddenly and very soon.' . Ann Maringer is a go-go dancer with a problem: her life is in danger, and she is certain that her end is coming soon. Her only hope is Amos Walker-a hot-tempered, Detroit based private eye with a caustic wit and a talent for getting into trouble. A guy who 'sticks like nuclear fallout, ' according to a former client. . When Ann disappears, Walker is hot on her trail. But this is no ordinary case, as the private eye soon learns-not when a union boss, a corrupt judge, a vengeful son, and a concerned mistress are just some of the players involved. . And not when all of them want him dead?... You can share your thoughts about Loren D. Estleman's Angel Eyes in the new ibooks virtual readers' group at www.ibooksinc.com.
In this outing, Walker goes "Downriver," which is a Detroiter's term for any part of Michigan that does not include the city. Actually, he goes to the Upper Peninsula to give a released con a ride back to Detroit. When he and the con get run off the road and the con hires him to help find 200,000 dollars from a heist for which he was convicted but which he did not commit, Walker has his hands full.