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River of Glass
"Keeps you spellbound to the last exciting page."
At 36, Nashville Private Investigator Jared McKean has spent
most of his life trying to live up to the memory of his father,
a Vietnam war hero and decorated police officer. Then the body
of a young Asian woman is found in the dumpster behind Jared's
office. In her hand is a Vietnam-era photograph of Jared's
father with a Vietnamese woman and two small girls. On the back,
scrawled in pencil, are Jared's office address and phone number.
A few days later, an Asian woman, Khanh, appears
on Jared's doorstep. She claims to be Jared's
half sister and begs him to help her find her
daughter, Tuyet, who came to the U.S. in search
of Khanh's father and who Khanh believes has
been taken by human traffickers. To save the
girl, Jared and Khanh must set aside their
mutual distrust and forge an uneasy alliance
strong enough to withstand false hopes, dead
ends, deception, betrayal, and murder.
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Jared McKean mystery is a worthy successor to Racing the
Devil and A Cup Full of Midnight, both 2012, with a
tough yet sympathetic protagonist who goes to all ends for
friends and family. Solid plotting and well-drawn characters
make this a series to add to any hardboiled-mystery reader’s
list." — Michele Leber, Booklist
close to 300 pages, this book was one of those rare novels that
are fast-paced and moved so smoothly I read it in one sitting.
The reader is pulled into the story from the first page, and the
author keeps you spellbound to the last exciting page. I loved
it. Highly recommended." —Tom Johnson, Detective
Mystery Stories and Pulp Den
I first saw Jared McKean leaning
against a wooden fence. His arms were crossed, and he was wearing jeans
and a brown leather bomber jacket that I knew had once belonged to his
father. He was waiting for me to give up trying to write a novel
featuring a feisty female detective I didn't understand, come to my
senses, and give him a series of his own. It makes not a whit of
difference that this encounter occurred entirely in my mind.
On the surface, Jared and I
have little in common. He's a man; I'm a woman. He's tall, rangy, and
athletic; I'm built like a potato bug. He's brave; I'm the kind of
person who, when I go into a Laundromat, checks to see which dryer I
will hide in if a knife-wielding maniac comes through the door. Yet, I
understand him better than I've ever understood anyone in my life. He
has a journey to take and a story to tell, and I am honored to be the
one to tell it.
"You know he's not real," a
friend once said.
"I'm a writer," I answered.
"Half the people I know aren't real."
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