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Two high school boys are exposed to danger when they set out to solve the theft from a local museum of five ceremonial Egyptian fingertips. <P> This book is one of two original Young Adult novels written by James Holding (the other being The Mystery of Dolphin Inlet). In addition, Holding wrote the Ellery Queen, Jr. mysteries, as well as nearly a dozen children's picture books, many with mystery themes.

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Detective Maggie Reardon is back, in the sizzling sequel to The Mosaic Murder! <P> The murder that Detective Maggie Reardon just solved at a local Tucson art gallery has already created repercussions, complicating her life both legally and personally. Her new lover dropped to second place when a new man entered the picture. A dead man whose body had been found at The Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum lying under a bed of cactus. What at first appeared to be a tragic accident was quickly starting to smell like murder. <P> And dead things always smelled worse under the hot Arizona sun. <P> Losing wasn't her game, but she’s been dealt a nameless victim with no witnesses, no suspect, and no apparent cause of death. As the evidence unfolds, Detective Reardon battles a hostile fellow cop, who is determined to see her lose her badge. <P> The mixture adds up to a scorching southwest recipe guaranteed to sear your taste buds – but leave you begging for more!

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Pete Sawyer is a private eye of a different kind. The son of a World War II American pilot and a brave French resistance fighter, he grew up on both sides of the Atlantic–though he prefers his sun-dappled villa on the Riviera to most other places. He takes pleasure in a fine wine…and a good gun. His French name is Pierre-Ange, and it suits him. In English, it means Stone Angel.<P> Pete's been hired by a wealthy American couple to locate their missing teenaged daughter. But when the detective tracks down Sarah Byrne's most recent Paris address, he finds not the girl, but the bloody trail of a band of terrorists.<P> What's the link between Sarah and the deadly group? And, more perplexing, what's the link between the group and the aristocratic Lemaire family, whose fortune was made by a Champagne business to rival Pommery and Mumm?<P> Pete Sawyer must use all his charm and cunning to solve these problems–and prevent a national disaster....

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In the bay of Cienfuegos, a little Cuban town, the naked body of a D.C.I. officer was found floating one night. And the next, Captain North of the Army Intelligence was on his way there – with orders to find the facts. The wolves of the naval powers were already gathering at Cienfuegos around a cashiered American naval officer who had developed a new and mysterious invention. And beside the agents were the great international criminals always drawn by such an affair. The first intimation of the sinister undercurrents North was facing came on the night train in Cuba – when a drab-looking German was murdered almost before his eyes, with a glass dagger thrust into the heart. At Cienfuegos the real battle began, with danger lurking in the surrounding jungle, and within the house death striking with silent arrows – so much quieter than automatics, so much easier to use from a distance than knives…

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Captain Hugh North, D.C.I., arrived at Fort Espato (in English, «Fort Terror») with no thought of treasure or tragedy – but both awaited him there. An American army port superseded the old ruin now, but when the Spanish controlled the Philippines, it had been an ill-fated and much-used fort. Some legendary menace hung over its somber vaults and passages, but when two men vanished into its depths one evening and did not reappear, North saw only a living hand where others saw inexplicable terror. To track the killer who not only murdered but caused his victims to disappear completely baffled even Captain North, until he found the beads with the markings that did not match, and a bit of paper in a dead man's hand!

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"Third machine gun gangster dies!" came the newsboy's cry through the window of Judge Mackaye's stately residence in Deptford. A group of men were gathered there – powers in the life of the city, and before sundown two of them lay dead on the broad lawns of Deptford Manor, another was on the point of death, and Captain Hugh North of Army Intelligence was to take control. Murder stalked the quiet New England city – murder whose roots lay in a strange, bizarre tangle. Murder dogged Judge Mackaye's footsteps, hounded his lovely daughter. And murder uncovered another, more terrible tragedy before it was finally checked!

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When Mr. Wallace was found neatly suspended from a hook in the bathroom ceiling, with a slender chain around his neck and the wastebasket on which he had stood carefully kicked away, there seemed little doubt of it. Especially as there was a note in the dead man's handwriting saying, «I am worried, tired, and sick of heart. Why go on with this senseless struggle? Disgrace faces me.»<P> But – why was the sheet on which the note was written shorter than all the other sheets on the desk? Where had the three seeds that come from that were found near the body, and why should Wallace, partner in a brokerage house, have chosen the beginning of a merry Long Island house party to have committed suicide? Captain North, late of the American Intelligence Service, saw these things, and they puzzled him.<P> Before that dreadful night was over, death struck again, and the terrified house guests knew that in their midst was a killer – cold blooded, ruthless, efficent – and always the three white seeds followed in his wake … a symbol of death!

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"Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" – Bill Pronzini<P> The naked lady was very beautiful and very dead. The police found that she had circled Mac's name in her phone book – yet Mac couldn't remember her! What's a poor investigator to do – but investigate?<P> "A solidly satisfactory story – fast, believable, well-characterized, a nice balance of restraint and overt violence." – The New York Times

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"Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" – Bill Pronzini<P> In his second adventure, Mac is hired to tail a mother and her two kids on the train from Chicago to Los Angeles. All is going well until he is thrown off of the train – while it's moving at high speed! "Mac has been called one of the most believable and humane PI's in crime fiction. He is reluctant to use either his gun or his fists, but will do so when the situation demands it, or in self-defense; he doesn't merely solve his clients' cases, but provides moral support and sympathy as well; and perhaps most notable of all, Mac feels, and is not afraid to show itópain, loss, sorrow, loneliness." –thrillingdetective.com

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PORTRAIT OF A PRIVATE COP…<P> "Call me Mac… I'm just a guy. I go around and get in jams and then try to figure a way out of them. I don't make very much money and most people insult me one way or another… I'm a fairly good shot with small arms, show-thinking but thorough, and very dirty in a clinch."<P> Mac gets into a jam this time even when he turns a job down. And all because of a book, an ex-gangster's patrician wife, and a red-headed cabaret doll. When all the blood is washed off and the smoke clears away, Mac has a murderer pinned down – but he doesn't earn much more than a reputation as the most indestrictible man in the business.<P> "Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" – Bill Pronzini<P> "Mac has been called one of the most believable and humane PI's in crime fiction. He is reluctant to use either his gun or his fists, but will do so when the situation demands it, or in self-defense; he doesn't merely solve his clients' cases, but provides moral support and sympathy as well; and perhaps most notable of all, Mac feels, and is not afraid to show itópain, loss, sorrow, loneliness." –thrillingdetective.com