Trinity Works Alone

Motels, mescaline, and murder.

Meet Frank Trinity.
This is the mid-1980s. Before the fall of the Berlin Wall.
Imagine a duet between Ross Macdonald and Elmore Leonard.
The world is changing
but Tucson hasn’t changed since Trinity left.
Trinity’s searching for a missing girl. He’s uncovering family secrets.
Even in Tucson’s heat, Trinity stays cool.
Sipping coffee in the Presidio. Hustling tennis in the foothills.
Blasting Cannonball Adderley from the speakers of his white Bronco.
The car didn’t turn heads, but it accelerated like a refugee from hell.
Trinity is looking for a missing coed.
Lisa Brooks is missing from her sorority house. She’s taken up with a drifter named Parrot.
And Parrot is trouble.

Meet Edison Graves
He grew up on the Navajo Nation. Left to play Ivy League football.
Edison’s world changes with the brutal murder of his brother.
Edison is also looking for Parrot.

Trinity’s manhunt through the streets of Tucson leads him from patchouli-scented Fourth Avenue to sprawling foothill adobes. Abstract artists, moon-lighting belly dancers. Social strivers and outcasts.
This is Trinity’s new world.


The first in the Frank Trinity Crime Novel series.

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