Fans of New York detective shows from Blue Bloods to Elementary will find it right up their alley, and devotees of Golden Age mysteries will love it, especially those set in New York, like Ellery Queen and Nero Wolfe; and those starring brainy clergymen, like Father Brown, The Rabbi, and Father Dowling. Author Owen Parr has modeled his heroes after Holmes and Watson, and all the Doylesque markings of a head-scratching, heart-racing puzzler lie in these pages.
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BOOK 1 – A PRIEST, AN EX-COP, AND THREE BADASS BABES WALK INTO A BAR…
So when one of the brothers’ best customers dies in an apparent suicide —a Wall Street guy celebrating a new client the night before– they’re just not feeling it. They know he wasn’t a guy who wanted to die; and they quickly find out he was someone a lot of people wanted dead. It’s a made-to-order financial puzzle for a couple of seasoned New York PI’s, with the kind of twists and scams and puzzles that warm a mystery fan’s heart like a shot of Jameson.
BOOK 2 – TOO MANY LEADS, TWO FEW BREAKS, AND only TEN DAYS TO GO IN THE TRIAL OF THE YEAR…
Just in time for Christmas, a wealthy real estate developer named Harold Longworth is on trial for the murder of his wife in the bedroom of their Long Island mansion, and the Manhattan elite are glued to their seats. The odds are stacked steeply against the developer. It seems he called 9-1-1 twenty whole minutes after discovering his wife’s body, was found covered in her blood, and his prints were on the murder weapon.
BOOK 3 – MANHATTAN PLAGUED BY TERROR: RED RIBBON KILLER RAMPAGES!
At first it seems to be kinky sex gone wrong. But when second and third bodies turn up—this time with the sign of the cross carved into their breasts—New York’s finest think they have a serial killer on their hands.
There couldn’t be a better time to call in wry private investigator Joey Mancuso and his brother, Father Dominic O’Brian. Joey finds himself grasping at straws—and concocting a psychological profile of his killer, thanks to some tips from his FBI agent sometime-girlfriend. Why the gruesome carving of the crucifix? And why are all the murders so close to NYPD’s Midtown South Precinct? The more Joey digs, the more he realizes his victims aren’t simply the victims of patterned sex crimes, but of a narcissistic psychopath gunning for someone—someone with ties to the precinct, perhaps.