Detective Comics

Nothing ever happens in Maggody, Arkansas, population 755. Aside from handling the occasional barroom brawl or exploding still, Chief of Police Arly Hanks spends her days sipping coffee and squashing flies. She returned to Maggody two years ago, licking her wounds after a bad Manhattan divorce, and she fell backward into the role of sheriff. From Hizzoner the Moron to Ruby Bee Hanks, the people of Maggody are all crazy in their own ways, and that craziness is about to turn deadly.

Her marriage over and career gone bust, Arly Hanks flees Manhattan for her hometown: Maggody, Arkansas. In a town this size, nothing much ever happens, so Arly figures she's safe as the town's first female chief of police - until the husband of one of the local barmaids escapes from state prison and heads for town. And that's not all. An EPA official with ties to polluting the local fishing hole has suddenly vanished off the face of the earth.

Max Moran looks like Superman but has the personality of Clark Kent. People expect him to take charge, but he'd much rather be a follower. Women expect an alpha male, but he's more the best friend of the romantic lead. This disconnect between his looks and his personality has caused him problems with his family, his girlfriends, and his attempts to develop an acting career in New York. Now he is managing his Uncle Edward's inn in the resort town of Lighthouse Point along the New Jersey Shore, and life is quiet, just the way Max likes it. Then a dead body turns up in one of the rooms, and it...

Sheriff Gus knows it’s going to be a bad week when he sees Sedric Hedgecock’s breathalyzer score. With a blood alcohol level of 0.62 percent, Hedgecock should be dead. If the breathalyzer’s isn’t on the fritz, Hedgecock’s superhuman. Either way, he’s blind drunk, so off to the county jail he goes. Joining the wannabe Bacchus in Gus’s cells is Jennifer Louis Bachman, awaiting extradition to Kansas on a murder charge. The victim in question is Jennifer’s unborn child, and the murder weapon is an illegal Mexican abortion. With the governor vacillating on whether to extradite, ...

One sister is good. One sister is very, very bad. Lydia Partridge sells waterbeds on Speedway. Her sister Grace is driving a getaway car for Big Bobby Phillips and Bad Company. When the bank robbery goes badly Grace is in trouble. Trinity's kind of trouble. Cool, sympathetic, fun.

Cheryl Sanderson is looking to make a new start in life, beginning with her new home in San Francisco. But her old life in Las Vegas won't leave her be. So, she packs up her belonging, and her son, Nathan, and drives to San Francisco to take possession of an old Victorian she inherits from her aunt. Soon she's hip deep in boarders, larcenists, and dead bodies. And to clear her good name she must find the murderer of her most recent house guest. Sanderson House is an enjoyable cozy mystery about a young mother trying to catch a break in life.

He's the world's first black bear detective, and he's sure of himself.“I’m not trying to say anything bad about them,”Bearstone said, “But if a couple of schlemiels like mycousins Winnie and Paddington can make it by screwingthings up, think what a bear detective could do.”“Bear detective?” I asked.“Sure,” he said. “What did you think, I was going tostand in the park selling balloons to three-year-olds?What kind of smarmy pap would that be?”I shrugged.“See, that’s what’s wrong with people, especially whenit comes to storybook characters,” he said. “They take ...

He was a white, suburban bachelor. A total square. Lived with his mother. Worked for an insurance company. She was a black, tough, streetwise cop. Then somebody stole a quarter million dollars worth of rare comic books. And then people started getting murdered. Lindsey and Plum were like oil and water, but they had to work together, like it or not!

Robert Poste's child is back at Cold Comfort Farm. But all is not well. Flora finds the farm transformed into a twee haven filled with Toby jugs and peasant pottery, and rooms labelled 'Quiete Retreate' and 'Greate laundrie'. It is, Flora winces, 'exactly like being locked in the Victoria and Albert Museum after closing time'. Worse, the farm is hosting a conference of the pretentious International Thinkers Group - a group made up of the 'sadistic owl' Mr Peccavi, loathsome Mr Mybug and the overpowering Mrs Ernestine Thump.