Showing results for "Chambers" in Modern Detectives

Atlantica - the forgotten isle, the glittering gem in the cesspool of humanity's future. Anything you do inside your own home is allowed. Those with obscene wealth find it a haven, while every major country of in the world craves the secrets they believe are buried in the mist. Where mystery happens, John Chambers can exist: ex-soldier, gritty realist, detective. It's whispered that John "Dick" Chambers is the man you go to when you need someone who can't be bought.

Some mysteries don't solve themselves.... The trail seems never ending. Sadie Turnberry had played her cards close to her chest, but she's not the main target anymore. Another name whispers in the wind. A name with no background but a whole lotta legacy. Dick has caught a whiff of the endgame and now he can't let go, no matter who gets in his way. Accompanied by a fabled mercenary slash assassin-for-hire, Valentina Winters, Dick is about to bring the whole system crumbling down on itself.

It’s been fifteen years since Vivian Delacroix unleashed her followers on the town of Cardinal Falls. The cult members killed anyone Vivian told them was a threat to their beliefs. Now, another killer takes young girls of nine or ten, all related to Vivian’s original victims. He drugs them, suffocates them, and painstakingly arranges them in ritualistic poses. The bodies give up no evidence to the killer’s identity.

From its launch in 1920 until its demise in 1951, the magazine Black Mask published pulp crime fiction. The first hard-boiled detective stories appeared on its pages. Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, Erle Stanley Gardner and John D. MacDonald got their start in Black Mask. The urban crime stories that appeared in Black Mask helped to shape American culture. Modern computer games, films, and television are rooted in the fiction popularized by “the seminal and venerated mystery pulp magazine” ( Booklist).

Gutsy reporter Lark Chadwick once again finds herself at the wrong place at the right time: front-row center when the White House press briefing room is suddenly attacked. The president is missing, the first lady's life is at risk, and Lark's personal life is falling apart when the man she loves disappears.

When a photo she took ends up splashed across a sleazy tabloid, Tootsie launches into an investigation to figure out who leaked it. Pounding the pavement, she follows the leads to a seedy massage parlor. One step inside and she knows something isn’t right.

A gritty, hard-boiled mystery featuring a tough, snarky, female private eye from 1970s New York City. Another case has fallen onto the desk of Tootsie Carter; a female detective armed with a snub-nosed Colt .38, unmatchable wit, and a pocketful of Tootsie Rolls. New York City, 1975. A missing wife. The seedy underbelly of the boxing world. Lace your gloves, and ring the bell, PI Tootsie Carter is on the case.