Thirtysomething, divorced, and working part-time as a car repossessor to stay out of the poorhouse, ex-newspaperman turned private detective Harry James Denton needs clients. But he's surprised when Rachel Fletcher, the woman who stole his heart in college, comes through his Nashville office door.
Nashville has an abundance of two things, churches and strip joints, and it is the sweaty, sordid interior of one of the latter that private investigator Harry James Denton ends up in when he takes on the job of finding missing teenager Stacey Jameson. The Club Exotique certainly seems to be the right place to look, since Stacey’s lowlife boyfriend, known as Red Dog, works there, as does a particularly helpful stripper called Ginger. Harry’s girlfriend, Dr. Marsha Helms, can only put up with so much, though, and as Harry is drawn deeper into the hypnotic underworld of the sex industry, loyalties are sorely tested when devastating family secrets are laid bare.
Detective Harry Denton's next case is a hot one when the magnificent mansion across the street from his apartment is consumed in a suspicious fire. The blaze has all the scorch marks of the East Nashville Arsonist, a phantom firebug.
When rising country singer Rebecca Gibson is found viciously beaten to death in her home, a heap of damning evidence points straight to her ex-husband, Slim Gibson, half of the struggling songwriting team with whom Harry shares office space and an occasional beer.
"way past slow"
For over two centuries, it’s been what Walt Whitman called “our game”. It’s America’s favorite pastime, our national preoccupation. It’s more than a game, more than a sport. It’s who we are as a people, as a culture. But where did baseball come from?
"A really fun listen"
The best-selling toast of Tennessee, author Robert Jefferson Reed has made big bucks with his little book of folksy homilies like "Never go to bed angry" and "Eat your vegetables". He should have included "Don’t commit murder". For when Reed’s wife hires P.I. Harry James Denton to catch her hubby in a tryst with a sexy secretary, Harry finds the author of Life’s Little Maintenance Manual strangled and drowned in his own hot tub. Caught at the scene of the crime, Harry is pegged as the prime suspect and must work double duty to avoid the specter of prison....
Harry Denton is behind on his rent, his phone bill, and his life. He is just about to close down his private investigation business when he finally gets a client. The job sounds like a simple one: photograph a famous self-help author with his mistress. When Harry finds him, however, the creator of Life's Little Maintenance Manual is very alone - and very dead.
"Silly with a "wet" read."