The Night Detectives: A David Mapstone Mystery (David Mapstone Mysteries)

The Night Detectives: A David Mapstone Mystery (David Mapstone Mysteries)

Jon Talton

Language: English

Pages: 250

ISBN: 1464201323

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The private-detective business starts out badly for former Phoenix Deputy David Mapstone, who has teamed up with his old friend and boss, Sheriff Mike Peralta. Their first client is gunned down just after hiring them. The case: A suspicious death investigation involving a young Arizona woman who fell from a condo tower in San Diego. The police call Grace Hunter’s death a suicide, but the client doesn’t buy it. He’s her brother. Or is he? After his murder, police find multiple driver’s licenses and his real identity is a mystery. To complicate things further, an Arizona state senator who was instrumental in Peralta’s recent election defeat owns the condo.
 
In San Diego, David finds the woman’s boyfriend, who is trying to care for their baby and can’t believe Grace would kill herself. He, too, hires the pair to solve Grace’s death. But a darker story emerges. Grace was putting herself through college as a high-priced call girl, an escort for rich men who valued her looks and discretion. Before the day is out, the boyfriend is murdered and David barely escapes with his own life. Someone is killing their clients. And may be coming for them. Solving the case will take Mapstone and Peralta into the world of human trafficking, corrupt politics, and the white supremacist movement. Neither the lovely beaches of San Diego nor the enchanting desert of Arizona can conceal the brutal danger that lies beneath. They no longer have badges but they are still detectives. The night detectives.

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you don’t believe that…” “No.” Peralta wrote down the address where it happened. It was downtown, near the beautiful Santa Fe railroad station. “Who is she to you?” It was the first time I had spoken besides the introductions after he walked in the door. The cat’s eyes focused on me. After a pause: “my sister.” “Why not Grace Smith?” I asked. His eyes narrowed and he assessed me, finding me wanting. “She had a different last name.” I suppose it made sense. Lindsey and Robin had different

enforcement. “We’re checked in to the Marriott on K Street. Know it?” It was in the Gaslamp Quarter which had been built long after I had left, but I knew how to get there. “Your key is at the front desk.” My own room. I wouldn’t have to listen to him snore. He hung up before I could ask how his end of the investigation had gone. “Mister?” The small voice behind me went with a small, slender girl with long brown hair that looked as if it hadn’t been washed in a week. “Do you want a date?”

away permanently to be with her lover or lovers to come. “Are you and Sharon getting back together?” He evaded. “Now I want you to think about this, Mapstone. Every police agency in Southern California is looking for that baby. It’s a big deal and we’re going to get in the way. The feds are investigating the explosion, who got his hands on a Claymore, and if we get in their way, we could compromise an undercover operation.” “We have other strands we can follow,” I said. “Grace’s friend and

looked as if no one ever cooked in it. The floors were clean except for the discarded clothing. Another photo showed the inside of the front door. Writing in red said, I AM SO SORRY. It jarred me momentarily, bringing back memories of the wall in Tim’s apartment. But it wasn’t blood. A lab report said it was lipstick. My cynical street cop, who had spent so many hours filling out paperwork for successful and attempted suicides, said to me: “See, she offed herself. Leave it to a Southern

came before it, turning and turning. Where was I? It seemed as if I was going in circles. There was nobody to ask for directions. My cell phone was gone and my legs moved only with ever-greater effort. I kept going. Behind me was only darkness. Then I could barely make it through the hall; it was so narrow I turned sideways to make it into the next section. Finally, the walls tapered together in a “V” and I was at the end. I knew by now that I shouldn’t push against the drywall, but I did. I

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