...the photos I eventually saw were black and whites in a sheriff’s file, ...the body gently swaying in the tepid breeze from a tree limb like some very bad, rotten fruit. Question was: Did Bobby Banks climb a tree and let go, or did he have a little help? That’s what I was being paid to find out.
Another Old-Fashioned Murder in the Adirondack foothills, a region awash in unexpected mayhem.
From the mind of Richard Nilsen, filled with acerbic wit and dark dreams, comes this wide-ranging tale of woodland intrigue.
The Second Hallum Johnson Mystery