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I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble.
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mystery-classics
sam-spade
whodunit
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Dashiell Hammett |
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Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation.
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romance
thrillers-mystery
private-detective
whodunit
noir
suspense
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Ed Lynskey |
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a870d24
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Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.
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romance
humor
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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a54a53a
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Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he'd look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the town's bag lady no less, had traipsed into his office without knocking first. His admin (he couldn't remember their names to save his life) had ushered them in, and they'd just dumped this hot potato into his lap.
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whodunit
women-sleuths
mystery
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Ed Lynskey |
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c8de7bb
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"Quote taken from Chapter 1: "Alma idly wondered if he'd blow his nose, too. He did. Twice. He made it honk, the sound reminding Alma of Harpo Marx squeezing his bulb horn. Isabel darted a look at Alma, giving her the don't-you-dare-giggle squint. Alma dug her fingernails into her palm, the inappropriate laugh rising from her throat as she looked up at the ceiling. Blue refolded his handkerchief and returned it to inside his seersucker jacket. Thankfully, Alma's urge to laugh subsided."
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whodunit
women-sleuths
mystery
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Ed Lynskey |
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3fc4a58
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Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.
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romance
humor
cozies
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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49bae96
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Within the same hour as the murder took place, Isabel Trumbo sat in her armchair dozing, the Alaskan Outdoor magazine on her lap. Her kid sister Alma fidgeted in the other armchair, from time to time picking up her newspaper folded over to the day's crossword puzzle.
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romance
humor
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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88860a8
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Quote is taken from Chapter 1: Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she'd had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession.
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romance
humor
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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b1c1b86
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Have they ever. Isabel never misses a trick. Anytime I step into their foyer, she's dropping hints all over the place. Don't get me wrong because I love both women dearly, and I enjoy playing a game or two of Scrabble, just not on every visit. Why can't we play Monopoly for a change of pace? I love squeezing the play money in my fist and snapping up the swanky properties like Park Place and Boardwalk.
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cozy-mystery
mystery-novel
whodunit
women-sleuths
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ed lynskey |