B Is for Burglar (Kinsey Millhone Series #2)

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B is for Burglar, Sue Grafton's #1 New York Times bestselling series reissued for a whole new generation of readers!

Beverly Danziger looked like an expensive, carefully wrapped package from a good but conservative shop. Only her compulsive chatter hinted at the nervousness beneath her cool surface. It was a nervousness out of all proportion to the problem she placed before Kinsey Millhone.

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B is for Burglar, Sue Grafton's #1 New York Times bestselling series reissued for a whole new generation of readers!

Beverly Danziger looked like an expensive, carefully wrapped package from a good but conservative shop. Only her compulsive chatter hinted at the nervousness beneath her cool surface. It was a nervousness out of all proportion to the problem she placed before Kinsey Millhone.

Still business was slow, and even a private investigator has bills to pay. Millhone took the job. It looked routine.

Elaine Boldt's wrappings were a good deal flashier than her sister's, but they signaled the same thing: The lady had money. According to the manager of her California building, the wealthy widow was last seen draped in her $12,000 lynx coat heading for Boca Raton. According to the manager of her Florida building, she never got there. But someone else had, and she was camping out illegally in Mrs. Boldt's apartment. The job was beginning to seem a bit less routine.

It turned tricky when Beverly Danziger ordered Millhone to drop the case, and it took on an ominous quality when Aubrey Danziger surfaced, making all kinds of wild accusations about his wife. But it only became sinister when Millhone learned that just days before Elaine Boldt went missing, her next-door neighbor and bridge partner had been murdered, and the killer was still at large.

As Millhone digs deeper into the case, she finds herself in a nightmarish hall of mirrors in which reality is distorted by illusion and nothing—except danger—is quite what it seems.

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Editorial Reviews

A missing-person case deepens into a menacing mystery of violence and murder. You're hooked from start to finish as Detective Kinsey Millhone tracks down the villans in a search that nearly takes her life.
From the Publisher
"The best new private eye."—The Detroit News

"Exceptionally entertaining…an offbeat sense of humor and a feisty sense of justice."

San Francisco Chronicle

"Millhone is an engaging detective-for-hire…P.I. Kinsey Millhone and her creator…are arguably the best of [the] distaff invaders of the hitherto sacrosanct turf of gumshoes."

The Buffalo News

"Once a fan reads one of Grafton's alphabetically titled detective novels, he or she will not rest until all the others are found."—Los Angeles Herald Examiner

"Millhone is a refreshingly strong and resourceful female private eye."—Library Journal

"Tough but compassionate…There is no one better than Kinsey Millhone."—Best Sellers

"A woman we feel we know, a tough cookie with a soft center, a gregarious loner."—Newsweek

"Lord, how I like this Kinsey Millhone…The best detective fiction I have read in years."—The New York Times Book Review

"Smart, tough, and thorough…Kinsey Millhone is a pleasure."—The Bloomsbury Review

"Kinsey is one of the most persuasive of the new female operatives…She's refreshingly free of gender clichés. Grafton, who is a very witty writer, has also given her sleuth a nice sense of humor—and a set of Wonder Woman sheets to prove it."—Boston Herald

"What grandpa used to call a class act."—Stanley Ellin

"Smart, sexual, likable and a very modern operator."—Dorothy Salisbury Davis

"Kinsey's got brains and a sense of humor."—Kirkus Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250020246
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/5/2012
  • Series: Kinsey Millhone Series , #2
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 113,365
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

SUE GRAFTON is The New York Times #1 bestselling author for the alphabet series. She has been working on this series since 1982 and intends to complete the series in 2015.


Sue Grafton is published in 28 countries and 26 languages -- including Estonian, Bulgarian, and Indonesian. She's an international bestseller with a readership in the millions. She's a writer who believes in the form that she has chosen to mine: "The mystery novel offers a world in which justice is served. Maybe not in a court of law," she has said, "but people do get their just desserts." And like Raymond Chandler and Ross Macdonald, Robert Parker and the John D. MacDonald—the best of her breed—she has earned new respect for that form. Her readers appreciate her buoyant style, her eye for detail, her deft hand with character, her acute social observances, and her abundant storytelling talents.

But who is the real Sue Grafton? Many of her readers think she is simply a version of her character and alter ego Kinsey Millhone. Here are Kinsey's own words in the early pages of N Is for Noose:

"So there I was barreling down the highway in search of employment and not at all fussy about what kind of work I'd take. I wanted distraction. I wanted some money, escape, anything to keep my mind off the subject of Robert Deitz. I'm not good at good-byes. I've suffered way too many in my day and I don't like the sensation. On the other hand, I'm not that good at relationships. Get close to someone and the next thing you know, you've given them the power to wound, betray, irritate, abandon you, or bore you senseless. My general policy is to keep my distance, thus avoiding a lot of unruly emotion. In psychiatric circles, there are names for people like me."

Those are sentiments that hit home for Grafton's readers. And she has said that Kinsey is herself, only younger, smarter, and thinner. But are they an apt description of Kinsey's creator? Well, she's been married to Steve Humphrey for more than twenty years. She has three kids and two grandkids. She loves cats, gardens, and good cuisine—not quite the nature-hating, fast-food loving Millhone. So: readers and reviewers beware. Never assume the author is the character in the book. Sue, who has a home in Montecito, California ("Santa Theresa") and another in Louisville, the city in which she was born and raised, is only in her imagination Kinsey Millhone -- but what a splendid imagination it is.

Biography from author website

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    1. Hometown:
      Montecito, California and Louisville, Kentucky
    1. Date of Birth:
      April 24, 1940
    2. Place of Birth:
      Louisville, Kentucky
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, University of Louisville, 1961
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Chapter One

I’d been in the office no more than twenty minutes that morning. I’d opened the French doors out onto the second-floor balcony to let in some fresh air and I’d put on the coffee pot. It was June in Santa Teresa, which means chill morning fog and hazy afternoons. It wasn’t nine o’clock yet. I was just sorting through the mail from the day before when I heard a tap at the door and a woman breezed in.

"Oh good. You’re here," she said. "You must be Kinsey Millhone. I’m Beverly Danziger."

We shook hands and she promptly sat down and started rooting through her bag. She found a pack of filter-tipped cigarettes and shook one out.

"I hope you don’t mind if I smoke," she said, lighting up without waiting for a response. She inhaled and then extinguished the match with a mouthful of smoke, idly searching about for an ashtray. I took one from the top of my file cabinet, dusted it off, and passed it over to her, offering her coffee at the same time.

"Oh sure, why not?" she said with a laugh, "I’m al-ready hyper this morning so I might as well. I just drove up from Los Angeles, right through the rush-hour traffic. Gawd!"

I poured her a mug of coffee, doing a quick visual survey. She was in her late thirties by my guess; petite, energetic, well groomed. Her hair was a glossy black and quite straight. The cut was angular and perfectly layered so that it framed her small face like a bathing cap. She had bright blue eyes, black lashes, a clear complexion with just a hint of blusher high on each cheekbone. She wore a boat-necked sweater in a pale blue cotton knit, and a pale blue poplin skirt. The bag she carried was quality leather, soft and supple, with a number of zippered compartments containing God knows what. Her nails were long and tapered, painted a rosy pink and she wore a wedding ring studded with rubies. She projected self-confidence and a certain careless attention to style, conservatively packaged like the complimentary gift wrap in a classy department store.

She shook her head to the offer of cream and sugar so I added half-and-half to my own mug and got down to business.

"What can I help you with?"

"I’m hoping you can locate my sister for me," she said.

She was searching through her handbag again. She took out her address book, a rosewood pen-and-pencil set, and a long white envelope, which she placed on the edge of my desk. I’d never seen anyone so self-absorbed, but it wasn’t unattractive stuff. She gave me a quick smile then, as though she knew that. She opened the address book and turned it so that it faced me, pointing to one of the entries with a rosy fingertip.

"You’ll want to make a note of the address and telephone number," she said. "Her name is Elaine Boldt. She has a condo on Via Madrina and that second one is her address in Florida. She spends several months a year down in Boca."

I was feeling somewhat puzzled, but I noted the addresses while she took a legal-looking document out of the long white envelope. She studied it briefly, as though the contents might have changed since she’d last seen it.

"How long has she been missing?" I asked.

Beverly Danziger gave me an uncomfortable look. "Well, I don’t know if she’s ‘missing’ exactly. I just don’t know where she is and I’ve got to get these papers signed. I know it sounds dumb. She’s only entitled to a ninth interest and it probably won’t come to more than two or three thousand dollars, but the money can’t be distributed until we have her notarized signature. Here, you can see for yourself."

I took the document and read through the contents. It had been drawn up by a firm of attorneys in Columbus, Ohio, and it was full of whereases, adjudgeds, ordereds, and whatnots, which added up to the fact that a man named Sidney Rowan had died and the various people listed were entitled to portions of his estate. Beverly Danziger was the third party listed, with a Los Angeles address, and Elaine Boldt was fourth, with an address here in Santa Teresa.

"Sidney Rowan was some kind of cousin," she went on garrulously. "I don’t believe I ever met the man, but I got this notice and I assume Elaine got one too. I signed the form and got it notarized and sent off and then didn’t think any more about it. You can see from the cover letter that this all took place six months ago. Then, lo and behold I got a call last week from the attorney . . . what’s his name again?"

I glanced at the document. "Wender," I said.

"Oh, that’s right. I don’t know why I keep blocking that. Anyway, Mr. Wender’s office called to say they’d never heard from Elaine. Naturally, I assumed she’d gone off to Florida as usual and just hadn’t bothered to have her mail sent, so I got in touch with the manager of her condominium here. She hasn’t heard from Elaine in months. Well, she did at first, but not recently."

"Have you tried calling the Florida number?"

"From what I understand, the attorney tried several times. Apparently, she had a friend staying with her and Mr. Wender left his name and number, but Elaine never called back. Tillie had about the same luck."


"The woman who manages the building here where Elaine has her permanent residence. Tillie’s been forwarding the mail and she says Elaine usually drops her a little note every other week or so, but she hasn’t heard anything since March. Frankly, it’s a nuisance more than anything else, but I don’t have time to track her down myself." Beverly took a final drag of the cigarette and stubbed it out with a series of pecking motions.

I was still taking notes, but I suppose the skepticism was showing in my face.

"What’s the matter? Isn’t this the sort of work you do?"

"Sure, but I charge thirty dollars an hour, plus expenses. If there’s only two or three thousand dollars involved, I wonder if it’s going to be worth it to you."

"Oh, I fully intend to have the estate reimburse me out of Elaine’s share since she caused all this trouble to begin with. I mean, everything’s come to a screeching halt until her signature can be obtained. I must say it’s typical of the way she’s behaved all her life."

"Suppose I end up flying down to Florida to look for her? Even if I only charge you half my usual hourly rate for travel time, it’ll cost a fortune. Look, Mrs. Danziger—"

"Beverly, please."

"All right, Beverly. I don’t want to discourage your business, but in all honesty it sounds like something you could handle yourself. I’d even be happy to suggest some ways to go about it."

Beverly gave me a smile then, but it had a hard edge to it and I realized, at long last, that she was used to getting her way. Her eyes had widened to a china glaze, as blue and unyielding as glass. The black lashes blinked mechanically.

"Elaine and I are not on the best of terms," she said smoothly. "I feel I’ve already devoted quite enough time to this, but I promised Mr. Wender I’d find her so the estate can be settled. He’s under pressure from the other heirs and he’s putting pressure on me. I can give you an advance if you like."

She was back in her bag again, coming up with a checkbook this time. She uncapped the rosewood pen

and stared at me.

"Will seven hundred and fifty dollars suffice?"

I reached into my bottom drawer. "I’ll draw up a contract."

I walked the check over to the bank and then I retrieved my car from the lot behind the office and drove over to Elaine Boldt’s address on Via Madrina. It wasn’t far from the down-town area.

I figured this was a routine matter I could settle in a day or two and I was thinking with regret that I’d probably end up refunding half the money I’d just deposited. Not that I was doing much else anyway—things were slow.

The neighborhood Elaine Boldt lived in was composed of modest 1930s bungalows mixed with occasional apartment complexes. So far, the little frame and stucco cottages were predominant but the properties were being converted to commercial use one by one. Chiropractors were moving in, and cut-rate dentists who were willing to give you twilight sleep so you could have your teeth cleaned without cringing. ONE-DAY DENTURES—CREDIT. It was worrisome. What did they do to you if you missed a payment on your upper plate? The area was still largely intact—old-age pensioners stubbornly propping up their hydrangea bushes—but real-estate syndicates would eventually mow them all down. There’s a lot of money in Santa Teresa and much of it is devoted to maintaining a certain "look" to the town. There are no flashing neon signs, no slums, no fume-spewing manufacturing complexes to blight the landscape. Everything is stucco, red tile roofs, bougainvillea, distressed beams, adobe brick walls, arched windows, palm trees, balconies, ferns, fountains, paseos, and flowers in bloom. Historical restorations abound. It’s all oddly unsettling—so lush and refined that it ruins you for anyplace else.

When I reached Mrs. Boldt’s address, I parked my car out front and locked it, taking a few minutes then to survey the premises. The condominium was a curiosity. The building itself was shaped like a horseshoe with broad arms opening onto the street; three stories high, parking level underneath, a strange combination of modern and mock-Spanish. There were arches and balconies along the front, with tall wrought-iron gates sweeping inward to a palm-planted courtyard, but the sides and back of the building were flat and unadorned, as though the architect had applied a Mediterranean veneer to a plain plywood box, adding a lip of red tile at the top to suggest an entire roof when there was none. Even the palms looked like cardboard cutouts, propped up with sticks.

I passed through the courtyard and found myself in a glass-enclosed lobby with a row of mailboxes and door buzzers on the right. On my left, through another set of glass doors, apparently kept locked, I could see a set of elevator doors and an exit leading to a set of fire stairs. Huge potted plants had been artfully arranged throughout the entranceway. Straight ahead, a door led out into a patio where I caught sight of a pool surrounded by bright yellow canvas deck chairs. I checked the tenants’ names, which were punched out on strips of plastic tape and pasted alongside each apartment buzzer. There were twenty-four units. The manager, Tillie Ahlberg, occupied apartment 1. An "E. Boldt" was listed at apartment 9, which I guessed was on the second floor.

"I gave "E. Boldt" a buzz first. For all I knew, she’d answer on the intercom and then my job would be done. Stranger things had happened and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself looking high and low for a lady who might well by now be at home. There was no response so I tried Tillie Ahlberg.

After ten seconds, her voice crackled into the intercom as though the sound were being transmitted from outer space.


I placed my mouth near the box, raising my voice slightly.

"Mrs. Ahlberg, my name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m a private detective here in town. Elaine Boldt’s sister asked me to see if I could locate her and I wondered if I might talk to you."

There was a moment of white noise and then a reluctant reply.

"Well, I suppose. I was on my way out, but I guess ten minutes won’t hurt. I’m on the ground floor. Come through the door to the right of the elevator and it’s down at the end of the hall to the left." The buzzer sounded and I pushed through the glass doors.

Tillie Ahlberg had left her front door ajar while she collected a lightweight jacket, her purse, and a collapsible shopping cart that rested against the hall table. I tapped on the doorframe and she appeared from my left. I caught a glimpse of a refrigerator and a portion of kitchen counter.

Tillie Ahlberg was probably in her sixties, with apricot-tinted hair in a permanent wave that looked as if it had just been done. The curl must have been a little frizzier than she liked because she was pulling on a crocheted cotton cap. An unruly fringe of apricot hair was still peeking out, like Ronald McDonald’s, and she was in the process of tucking it away. Her eyes were hazel and there was a powdery patina of pale ginger freckles on her face. She wore a shapeless skirt, hose, and running shoes, and she looked like she was capable of covering ground when she wanted to.

"I hope I didn’t seem unsociable," she said comfortably. "But if I don’t get to the market first thing in the morning, I lose heart."

"It shouldn’t take long anyway," I said. "Can you tell me when you last heard from Mrs. Boldt? Is she Miss or Mrs.?"

"Mrs. She’s a widow, though she’s only forty-three years old. She was married to a man who had a string of manufacturing plants down south. As I understand it, he dropped dead of a heart attack three years ago and left her a bundle. That’s when she bought this place. Here, have a seat if you like."

Tillie moved off to the right, leading the way into a living room furnished with antique reproductions. A gauzy golden light came through the pale yellow sheers and I could still smell the remnants of breakfast: bacon and coffee and something laced with cinnamon.

Having established that she was in a hurry, she seemed ready to give me as much time as I wanted. She sat down on an ottoman and I took a wooden rocking chair.

"I understand she’s usually in Florida this time of year," I said.

"Well, yes. She’s got another condominium down there. In Boca Raton, wherever that is. Near Fort Lauderdale, I guess. I’ve never been to Florida myself, so these towns are all just names to me. Anyhow, she usually goes down around the first of February and comes back to California late July or early August. She likes the heat, she says."

"And you forward mail to her while she’s gone?"

Tillie nodded. "I do that about once a week in batches, depending on how much has accumulated. Then she sends me back a note every couple of weeks. A postcard, you know, just to say hi and how the weather is and if she needs someone let in to clean the drapes or something of that nature. This year she wrote me through the first of March and since then I haven’t heard a word. Now, that’s not like her a bit."

"Do you still have the postcards by any chance?"

"No, I just threw ’em out like I always do. I’m not much for collecting things like that. There’s too much paper piling up in the world if you ask me. I read ’em and tossed ’em and never thought a thing of it."

"She didn’t mention taking a side trip or anything like that?"

"Not a word. Of course, it’s none of my business in the first place."

"Did she seem distressed?"

Tillie smiled ruefully. "Well, it’s hard to seem upset on the message side of a postcard, you know. There isn’t but that much room. She sounded fine to me."

"Do you have any guesses about where she might be?"

"Not a one. All I know is it’s not like her not to write. I tried calling four or five times. Once some woman friend of hers answered but she was real abrupt and after that, there wasn’t anything at all."

"Who was the friend? Anyone you knew?"

"No, but now I don’t know who she knows in Boca. It could have been anyone. I didn’t make a note of the name and wouldn’t know it if you said it to me right this minute."

"What about the mail she’s been getting? Are her bills still coming in?"

She shrugged at that. "It looks that way to me. I haven’t paid much attention. I just shipped on whatever came in. I do have a few I was about to forward if you’d like to see them." She got up and crossed to an oak secretary, opening one of the glass doors by turning the key in the lock. She took out a short stack of envelopes and sorted through them, then handed them to me. "This is the kind of thing she usually gets."

I did the same quick sorting job. Visa, MasterCard, Saks Fifth Avenue. A furrier named Jacques with an ad-dress in Boca Raton. A bill from a John Pickett, D.D.S., Inc., right around the corner on Arbol. No personal letters at all.

"Does she pay utility bills from here too?" I asked.

"I already sent those this month."

"Could she have been arrested?"

That sparked a laugh. "Oh no. Not her. She wasn’t anything like that. She didn’t drive a car, you know, but she wasn’t the type to get so much as a jaywalking ticket."

"Accident? Illness? Drink? Drugs?" I felt like a doctor interviewing a patient for an annual physical.

Tillie’s expression was skeptical. "She could be in the hospital I suppose, but surely she would have let us know. I find it very peculiar to tell you the truth. If that sister of hers hadn’t come along, I might have gotten in touch with the police myself. There’s just something not right."

"But there are lots of explanations for where she might be," I said. "She’s an adult. Apparently she’s got money and no pressing business. She really doesn’t have to notify anybody of her whereabouts if she doesn’t want to. She might be on a cruise. Or maybe she’s taken a lover and absconded with him. Maybe she and this girl friend of hers took off on a toot. It might never occur to her that anyone was trying to get in touch."

"That’s why I haven’t really done anything so far, but it doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t think she’d leave without a word to anyone."

"Well, let me look into it. I don’t want to hold you up right now, but I’ll want to see her apartment at some point," I said. I got up and Tillie rose automatically. I shook her hand and thanked her for her help.

"Hang on to the mail for the time being, if you would," I said. "I’m going to chase down some other possibilities, but I’ll get back to you in a day or two and let you know what I’ve come up with. I don’t think there’s any reason to worry."

"I hope not," Tillie said. "She’s a wonderful person."

I gave Tillie my card before we parted company. I wasn’t worried yet myself, but my curiosity had been aroused and I was eager to get on with it.

Excerpted from B is For Burglar by Sue Grafton.

Copyright © 1985 by Sue Grafton.

Published in December 2005 by St. Martin’s Press.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted January 1, 2012

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    Recommended for a quick read

    I enjoy the way Sue Grafton writes. She keeps the books moving without over burdening you with a lot of fluff just to fill in the pages. I would recommend this book for young adults, adults or for someone who wants to get into reading mysteries. As indicted, reading the books in order is good idea since the basics carry from one book to the other, but it isn't necessary. The writing is such, you can pick up what the main character is, without such in depth detail you are unable to find out what makes Kinsey Millhone who she is and how she got into the PI business.

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    I liked this book. It was my second book by Sue Grafton. can't wait to read the next.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

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    B is for Benefit, a good follow-up

    This is a good sequel to the A book that takes place two weeks after the first one ended, so abruptly. Kinsey is still sorting out the consequences of the first book. This book does not disappoint. Kinsey is drawn into a missing person mystery that, yes, includes a burglary.
    Again, this book takes place in a time where answering machines were still on tape, a trip on an airplane was hassle-free, and people still smoked indoors. I like that there are still no cellphones to fall back on and Kinsey has to use her brains. Kinsey proves she doesn't need to have a man to fall back on when she tells herself that a potential boyfriend needs to go through a few more girlfriends before she'll go out with him. I did kind of figure out the murderer by chapter 17, but not how they did it. Then Grafton throws out some stuff that made me doubt my first answer. Good writing.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2003

    A Fun Read

    I enjoyed 'A' is for Alibi more, but this one was still good. I did figure it out pretty early on but that was probably a fluke. I'll try the next one.

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  • Posted March 24, 2014

    Kinsey Millhone might have her iconic status entrenched about as

    Kinsey Millhone might have her iconic status entrenched about as well as Sue Grafton has hers, and the series has kept me just interested enough to continue through to O, but I’ll need to take periodic breaths in between, or I might find myself gasping for air as the clock strikes E. Who knows? I might make it all the way to G before I pass out, but there’s the distinct possibility I’ll turn blue sooner rather than later.

    Like a female version of James Bond, she has her good points, and she has her bad ones, but she goes down easier in small doses. Sugar helps, and divorces might too, of which she’s had a few, even if she’s only in her mid-thirties, and her smile might be an easier pill to swallow, if the mystery didn’t feel as though it was a bit forced.

    Her male counterparts may lack in development, and end up a bit too lean on their stocky frames with hard noses and hard attitudes, and a lack of conviction, and possibly convention as well. A personality injection might even the score, even if they could probably use a little more. The mystery felt undernourished, and could probably have used a bit more flourish. Or maybe panache might have made my smiles a bit cleaner, even if the prose was already leaner…than many tales with a PI at the center of attention, even as she strives for the hard-boiled convention.

    Even the women proved of a crazy sort, with eccentric personalities that they should probably abort. It was slow, and it was fast, and often somewhere in between, but I never felt fully engaged in the scene. I might have laughed, but I certainly didn’t cry, as I watched some poor bastard die. And when it was all said and done, I needed a pause before I attacked the next one.

    Robert Downs
    Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2014


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    I rock

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    B is for Burlar


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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2013

    Black star

    Who are you and what do you want with her?

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  • Posted October 16, 2013

    If you enjoyed A is for Alibi, you definitely want to continue r

    If you enjoyed A is for Alibi, you definitely want to continue reading this series. While each book is a new mystery, they pick up where the last one left off as far as the day to day aspect of life for the main and recurring characters. Sue Grafton always puts lots of twists and turns into her stories so that you are kept guessing who-done-it. Love this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Highly recommended

    I am new to Sue Grafton's work and I am a new fan. I am through D, so have a way to go, although I am reading one to two a week. Easy reading and so far I am pleased at the lack of graphic violence and language.

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  • Posted July 5, 2013

    B is for Burglar by Sue Grafton is a spell binding missing perso

    B is for Burglar by Sue Grafton is a spell binding missing persons/murder mystery set up so perfectly that I didn't even see the ending coming.  I was so sure it was a burglar...like the title says.  Completely floored me.  I love reading these private investigator books written in the times before technology.  No cell phones, no internet, no google.  Kinsey gets her first answering machine in this one.  Too much fun.  And so much more personal.  Kinsey's analytic mind must make all the connections on her own.  Loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2013

    Definitely recommend

    What I like is her character description, she becomes very real. I am only thru A,B so far there is definitely twists & turns. The book is interesting enough & they haven't been drawn out too long.

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  • Posted April 12, 2013


    Great book. Love Kinsey.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2012

    Light reading

    Fun read leaves you looking forward to the next

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2012

    Good read

    This was a great book. Kept me interested the whole way through. At times I couldn't put it down.

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  • Posted October 2, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Story is good, just a bit dry for me.

    This is a good story with well-developed characters, but it reads too much like a report for my tastes (which is the idea based on the beginning of the book). I like a little silliness or snarky characters in my books to keep me from being bored.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012


    Keeps you guessing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2012

    Cats anx kittens

    Buy here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2012


    This book was amazing with lots of mystery.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2012



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