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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"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, likeable, 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: 9780553280364
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/28/1987
  • Series: Kinsey Millhone Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 213
  • Lexile: 810L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 4.22 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 0.69 (d)

Meet the Author

SUE GRAFTON entered the mystery field in 1982 with the publication of 'A' IS

FOR ALIBI, which introduced female hard-boiled private investigator, Kinsey

Millhone, operating out of the fictional town of Santa Teresa, (a.k.a. Santa

Barbara) California. 'B' IS FOR BURGLAR followed in l985 and since then,

she has added 17 novels to the series, now referred to as 'the alphabet'

mysteries. In addition, she's published eight Kinsey Millhone short stories, and with her husband, Steven Humphrey, has written numerous movies for television, including "A Killer in the Family" (starring Robert Mitchum), "Love on the Run" (starring Alec Baldwin and Stephanie Zimbalist) and two Agatha Christie adaptations, "Sparkling Cyanide" and "Caribbean Mystery," which starred Helen Hayes.

She is currently at work on "T" IS FOR...

Biography

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 met Bobby Callahan on Monday of that week. By Thursday, he was dead. He was convinced someone was trying to kill him and it turned out to be true, but none of us figured it out in time to save him. I’ve never worked for a dead man before and I hope I won’t have to do it again. This report is for him, for whatever it’s worth.

My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m a licensed private investigator, doing business in Santa Teresa, California, which is ninety-five miles north of Los Angeles. I’m thirty-two years old, twice divorced. I like being alone and I suspect my independence suits me better than it should. Bobby challenged that. I don’t know quite how or why. He was only twenty-three years old. I wasn’t romantically involved with him in any sense of the word, but I did care and his death served to remind me, like a custard pie in the face, that life is sometimes one big savage joke. Not funny "ha ha," but cruel, like those gags sixth-graders have been telling since the world began.

It was August and I’d been working out at Santa Teresa Fitness, trying to remedy the residual effects of a broken left arm. The days were hot, filled with relentless sunshine and clear skies. I was feeling cranky and bored, doing push-downs and curls and wrist rolls. I’d just worked two cases back-to-back and I’d sustained more damage than a fractured humerus. I was feeling emotionally battered and I needed a rest. Fortunately, my bank account was fat and I knew I could afford to take two months off. At the same time, the idleness was making me restless and the physical-therapy regimen was driving me nuts.

Santa Teresa Fitness is a real no-nonsense place: the brand X of health clubs. No Jacuzzi, no sauna, no music piped in. Just mirrored walls, body-building equipment, and industrial-grade carpeting the color of asphalt. The whole twenty-eight-hundred square feet of space smells like men’s jockstraps.

I’d arrive at eight in the morning, three days a week, and warm up for fifteen minutes, then launch into a series of exercises designed to strengthen and condition my left deltoid, pectoralis major, biceps, triceps, and anything else that had gone awry since I’d had the snot beaten out of me and had intersected the flight path of a .22 slug. The orthopedist had prescribed six weeks of physical therapy and so far, I’d done three. There was nothing for it but to work my way patiently from one machine to the next. I was usually the only woman in the place at that hour and I tended to distract myself from the pain, sweat, and nausea by checking out men’s bodies while they were checking out mine.

Bobby Callahan came in at the same time I did. I wasn’t sure what had happened to him, but whatever it was, it had hurt. He was probably just short of six feet tall, with a football player’s physique: big head, thick neck, brawny shoulders, heavy legs. Now the shaggy blond head was held to one side, the left half of his face pulled down in a permanent grimace. His mouth leaked saliva as though he’d just been shot up with Novocain and couldn’t quite feel his own lips. He tended to hold his left arm up against his waist and he usually carried a folded white handkerchief that he used to mop up his chin. There was a terrible welt of dark red across the bridge of his nose, a second across his chest, and his knees were crisscrossed with scars as though a swordsman had slashed at him. He walked with a lilting gait, his left Achilles tendon apparently shortened, pulling his left heel up. Working out must have cost him everything he had, yet he never failed to appear. There was a doggedness about him that I admired. I watched him with interest, ashamed of my own interior complaints. Clearly, I could recover from my injuries while he could not. I didn’t feel sorry for him, but I did feel curious.

That Monday morning was the first time we’d been alone together in the gym. He was doing leg curls, facedown on the bench next to mine, his attention turned inward. I had shifted over to the leg-press machine, just for variety. I weigh 118 and I only have so much upper body I can rehabilitate. I hadn’t gotten back into jogging since the injury, so I figured a few leg presses would serve me right. I was only doing 120 pounds, but it hurt anyway. To distract myself, I was playing a little game wherein I tried to determine which apparatus I hated most. The leg-curl machine he was using was a good candidate. I watched him do a set of twelve repetitions and then start all over again.

"I hear you’re a private detective," he said without missing a beat. "That true?" There was a slight drag to his voice, but he covered it pretty well.

"Yes. Are you in the market for one?"

"Matter of fact, I am. Somebody tried to kill me."

"Looks like they didn’t miss by much. When was this?"

"Nine months ago."

"Why you?"

"Don’t know."

The backs of his thighs were bulging, his hamstrings taut as guy wires. Sweat poured off his face. Without even thinking about it, I counted reps with him. Six, seven, eight.

"I hate that machine," I remarked.

He smiled. "Hurts like a son of a bitch, doesn’t it?"

"How’d it happen?"

"I was driving up the pass with a buddy of mine late at night. Some car came up and started ramming us from behind. When we got to the bridge just over the crest of the hill, I lost it and we went off. Rick was killed. He bailed out and the car rolled over on him. I should have been killed too. Longest ten seconds of my life, you know?"

"I bet." The bridge he’d soared off spanned a rocky, scrub-choked canyon, four hundred feet deep, a favorite jumping-off spot for suicide attempts. Actually, I’d never heard of anyone surviving that drop. "You’re doing great," I said. "You’ve been working your butt off."

"What else can I do? Just after the accident, they told me I’d never walk. Said I’d never do anything."

"Who said?"

"Family doctor. Some old hack. My mom fired him on the spot and called in an orthopedic specialist. He brought me back. I was out at Rehab for eight months and now I’m doing this. What happened to you?"

"Some asshole shot me in the arm."

Bobby laughed. It was a wonderful snuffling sound. He finished the last rep and propped himself up on his elbows.

He said, "I got four machines to go and then let’s bug out. By the way, I’m Bobby Callahan."

"Kinsey Millhone."

He held his hand out and we shook, sealing an unspoken bargain. I knew even then I’d work for him whatever the circumstances.

We ate lunch in a health-food café, one of those places specializing in cunning imitation meat patties that never fool anyone. I don’t understand the point myself. It seems to me a vegetarian would be just as repelled by something that looked like minced cow parts. Bobby ordered a bean-and-cheese burrito the size of a rolled-up gym towel, smothered in guacamole and sour cream. I opted for stir-fried veggies and brown rice with a glass of white wine of some indeterminate jug sort.

Eating, for Bobby, was the same laborious process as working out, but his single-minded attention to the task allowed me to study him at close range. His hair was sun-bleached and coarse, his eyes brown with the kind of lashes most women have to buy in a box. The left half of his face was inanimate, but he had a strong chin, accentuated by a scar like a rising moon. My guess was that his teeth had been driven through his lower lip at some point during the punishing descent into that ravine. How he’d lived through it all was any-body’s guess.

He glanced up. He knew I’d been staring, but he didn’t object.

"You’re lucky to be alive," I said.

"I’ll tell you the worst of it. Big hunks of my brain are gone, you know?" The drag in his speech was back, as though the very subject affected his voice. "I was in a coma for two weeks, and when I came out, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I still don’t. But I can remember how I used to be and that’s what hurts. I was smart, Kinsey. I knew a lot. I could concentrate and I used to have ideas. My mind would make these magic little leaps. You know what I mean?"

I nodded. I knew about minds making magic little leaps.

He went on. "Now I got gaps and spaces. Holes. I’ve lost big pieces of my past. They don’t exist anymore." He paused to dab impatiently at his chin, then shot a bitter glance at the handkerchief. "Jesus, bad enough that I drool. If I’d always been like this, I wouldn’t know the difference and it wouldn’t bug me so much. I’d assume everybody had a brain that felt like mine. But I was quick once. I know that. I was an A student, on my way to medical school. Now all I do is work out. I’m just trying to regain enough coordination so I can go to the fuckin’ toilet by myself. When I’m not in the gym, I see this shrink named Kleinert and try to come to terms with the rest of it."

There were sudden tears in his eyes and he paused, fighting for control. He took a deep breath and shook his head abruptly. When he spoke again, his voice was full of self-loathing.

"So. That’s how I spent my summer vacation. How about you?"

"You’re convinced it was a murder attempt? Why couldn’t it have been some prankster or a drunk?"

He thought for a moment. "I knew the car. At least I think I did. Obviously, I don’t anymore, but it seems like ...at the time, I recognized the vehicle."

"But not the driver?"

He shook his head. "Couldn’t tell you now. Maybe I knew then, maybe not."

"Male? Female?" I asked.

"Nuh-un. That’s gone too."

"How do you know Rick wasn’t meant to be the victim instead of you?"

He pushed his plate away and signaled for coffee. He was struggling. "I knew something. Something had happened and I figured it out. I remember that much. I can even remember knowing I was in trouble. I was scared. I just don’t remember why."

"What about Rick? Was he part of it?"

"I don’t think it had anything to do with him. I couldn’t swear to it, but I’m almost positive."

"What about your destination that night? Does that tie in somehow?"

Bobby glanced up. The waitress was standing at his elbow with a coffeepot. He waited until she’d poured coffee for both of us. She departed and he smiled uneasily. "I don’t know who my enemies are, you know? I don’t know if people around me know this ‘thing’ I’ve forgotten about. I don’t want anyone to overhear what I say . . . just in case. I know I’m paranoid, but I can’t help it."

His gaze followed the waitress as she moved back toward the kitchen. She put the coffeepot back on the unit and picked up an order at the window, glancing back at him. She was young and she seemed to know we were talking about her. Bobby dabbed at his chin again as an afterthought. "We were on our way up to Stage Coach Tavern. There’s usually a bluegrass band up there and Rick and I wanted to hear them." He shrugged. "There might have been more to it, but I don’t think so."

"What was going on in your life at that point?"

"I’d just graduated from UC Santa Teresa. I had this part-time job at St. Terry’s, waiting to hear if I was accepted for med school."

Santa Teresa Hospital had been called St. Terry’s ever since I could remember. "Wasn’t it late in the year for that? I thought med-school candidates applied during the winter and got replies back by spring."

"Well, actually I had applied and didn’t get in, so I was trying again."

"What kind of work were you doing at St. Terry’s?"

"I was a ‘floater,’ really. I did all kinds of things. For a while, I worked Admissions, typing up papers before patients came in. I’d call and get preliminary data, insurance coverage, stuff like that. Then for a while, I worked in Medical Records filing charts until I got bored. Last job I had was clerk-typist in Pathology. Worked for Dr. Fraker. He was neat. He let me do lab tests sometimes. You know, just simple stuff."

"It doesn’t sound like hazardous work," I said. "What about the university? Could the jeopardy you were in be traced back to the school somehow? Faculty? Studies? Some kind of extracurricular activity you’d been involved in?"

He was shaking his head, apparently drawing a blank. "I don’t see how. I’d been out since June. Accident was November."

"But your feeling is that you were the only one who knew this piece of information, whatever it was."

His gaze traveled around the café and then came back to me. "I guess. Me and whoever tried to kill me to shut me up."

I sat and stared at him for a while, trying to get a fix on the situation. I stirred what was probably raw milk into my coffee. Health-food enthusiasts like eating microbes and things like that. "Do you have any sense at all of how long you’d known this thing? Because I’m wondering...if it was potentially so dangerous . . . why you didn’t spill the beans right away."

He was looking at me with interest. "Like what? To the cops or something like that?"

"Sure. If you stumbled across a theft of some kind, or you found out someone was a Russian spy . . ." I was rattling off possibilities as they occurred to me. "Or you uncovered a plot to assassinate the President . . ."

"Why wouldn’t I have picked up the first telephone I came to and called for help?"

"Right."

He was quiet. "Maybe I did that. Maybe . . . shit, Kinsey, I don’t know. You don’t know how frustrated I get. Early on, those first two, three months in the hospital, all I could think about was the pain. It took everything I had to stay alive. I didn’t think about the accident at all. But little by little, as I got better, I started going back to it, trying to remember what happened. Especially when they told me Rick was dead. I didn’t find out about that for weeks. I guess they were worried I’d blame myself and it would slow my recovery. I did feel sick about it once I heard. What if I was drunk and just ran us off the road? I had to find out what went on or I knew I’d go crazy on top of everything else. Anyway, that’s when I began to piece together this other stuff."

"Maybe the rest of it will come back to you if you’ve remembered this much."

"But that’s just it," he said. "What if it does come back? I figure the only thing keeping me alive right now is the fact that I can’t remember any more of it."

His voice had risen and he paused, gaze flicking off to one side. His anxiety was infectious and I felt myself glancing around as he had, wanting to keep my voice low so our conversation couldn’t be overheard.

"Have you actually been threatened since this whole thing came up?" I asked.

"No. Un-un."

"No anonymous letters or strange phone calls?"

He was shaking his head. "But I am in danger. I know I am. I’ve been feeling this way for weeks. I need help."

"Have you tried the cops?"

"Sure, I’ve tried. As far as they’re concerned, it was an accident. They have no evidence a crime was committed. Well, hit-and-run. They know somebody rear-ended me and forced me off the bridge, but premeditated murder? Come on. And even if they believed me, they don’t have manpower to assign. I’m just an ordinary citizen. I’m not entitled to police protection twenty-four hours a day."

"Maybe you should hire a bodyguard—"

"Screw that! It’s you I want."

"Bobby, I’m not saying I won’t help you. Of course I will. I’m just talking about your options. It sounds like you need more than me."

He leaned forward, his manner intense. "Just get to the bottom of this. Tell me what’s going on. I want to know why somebody’s after me and I want them stopped. Then I won’t need the cops or a bodyguard or anything else." He clamped his mouth shut, agitated. He rocked back.

"Fuck it," he said. He shifted restlessly and got up. He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and tossed it on the table. He started for the door with that lilting gait, his limp more pronounced than I’d seen it. I grabbed my handbag and caught up with him.

"God, slow down. Let’s go back to my office and we’ll type up a contract."

He held the door open for me and I went out.

"I hope you can afford my services," I said back over my shoulder.

He smiled faintly. "Don’t sweat it."

We turned left, moving toward the parking lot.

"Sorry I lost my temper," he murmured.

"Quit that. I don’t give a shit."

"I wasn’t sure you’d take me seriously," he said.

"Why wouldn’t I?"

"My family thinks I’ve got a screw loose."

"Yeah, well that’s why you hired me instead of them."

"Thanks," he whispered. He tucked his hand through my arm and I glanced over at him. His face was suffused with pink and there were tears in his eyes. He dashed at them carelessly, not looking at me. For the first time, I realized how young he was. God, he was just a kid, banged up, bewildered, scared to death.

We walked back to my car slowly and I was conscious of the stares of the curious, faces averted with pity and uneasiness. It made me want to punch somebody out.

Excerpted from C is for Corpse by Sue Grafton.

Copyright © 1986 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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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2002

    Kinsey Shows Her Heart...Finally.

    I've read all of Sue Grafton's novels and I was very impressed with C is for Corpse. I enjoyed seeing a different side of Kinsey. She really had a soft spot in her heart for this particular client and she honestly struggled with her emotions during this investigation. I like Kinsey's no nonsense approach to life, but even the hardest and most seasoned detectives have a soft spot. I was glad to see it.

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  • Posted February 3, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Better

    This series is definitely getting better with each new book. I really liked this one. I was a little confused in some parts but I finally figured it out once I re-read a few parts. It was a good mystery and I didn't figure it out until Kinsey did.

    He was young-maybe twenty or so-and he must once have been a good-looking kid. Kinsey could see that. But now his body was covered in scars, his face half-collapsed. It saddened Kinsey and made her curious. She could see he was in a lot of pain. But for three weeks, as Kinsey'd watched him him doggedly working out at the local gym, putting himself through a grueling exercise routine, he never spoke.

    Then one Monday morning when there was no one else in the gym, Bobby Callahan approached her. His story was hard to credit: a murderous assault by a tailgating car on a lonely rural road, a roadside smash into a canyon 400 feet below, his Porsche a bare ruin, his best friend dead. The doctors had managed to put his body back together again-sort of. His mother's money had seen to that. What they couldn't fix was his mind, couldn't restore the huge chunks of memory wiped out by the crash. Bobby knew someone had tried to kill him, but he didn't know why. He knew he had the key to something that made him dangerous to the killer, but he didn't know what it was. And he sensed that someone was still out there, ready to pounce at the first sign his memory was coming back. He'd been to the cops, but they'd shrugged off his story. His family thought he had a screw loose. But he was scared-scared to death. He wanted to hire Kinsey.

    His case didn't have a whole lot going for it, but he was hard to resist: young, brave, hurt. She took him on. And three days later, Bobby Callahan was dead.

    Kinsey Millhone never welshed a deal. She'd been hired to stop a killing. Now she'd find the killer.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 29, 2011

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    great

    This was my third book by Sue Grafton. I read them all and loved them all.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 19, 2013

    Well written, fast read and entertaining!

    I enjoy reading Sue Grafton's series. They are well written, entertaining and a fast read. I started with A and I am up to G already. I will continue as far as she goes. If you like detective stories this series is a must!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 10, 2013

    C is for Corpse by Sue Grafton is a fantastic mystery. Sue Graf

    C is for Corpse by Sue Grafton is a fantastic mystery. Sue Grafton is obviously a master of her craft. Kinsey Millhone is a strong, solid, character with a no-nonsense attitude that stays true thoughout the novel. I was all but 40 page through this mystery when I realized that I was almost finished and still had NO idea of where she was going with it. The ending, although not a surprise, was certainly unexpected. I am still not certain of the roll Sufi played, but maybe in the next one. I recommend this to all mystery lovers.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 25, 2014

    Highly recommended

    I am on book F is for Fugitive. All of Sue Grafton's books in this series so far have been intriguing. I don't usually read books of this nature but it keeps you glued to the book. Very easy to read, very interesting and just when you think you've got it solved it just takes a twist. I would recommmend reading this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    C is for Corpse

    Geat

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  • Posted October 16, 2013

    Great 3rd installment in the series. Same easy writing style wi

    Great 3rd installment in the series. Same easy writing style with great plot and characters. Highly recommend this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2013

    Good read!

    Since this was the third book, starting with A is for Alibi, I have become used to her endings which do not cleanly wrap up a lot of loose ends. I plan to read more in the future hoping cell phones become available in her future!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2013

    Good

    So far have enjoyed the series!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Read the first 3 in this series and enjoyed them very much.

    I love mysteries and this one kept you guessing till the end!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Highly recommend

    Enjoyed this book. Recommend to anyone who enjoys the private detective mystery. Like Sue Grafton's writing.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Slow, but everyone needs to make own decision

    Like the first two books of this series, but this one seems slow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2013

    Nursery

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2012

    Love it.

    Love the Kinsey Millhone stories. A fun easy read. A good book to relax with. I plan to read the whole series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2012

    Fun series

    Started reading years ago. Good to come back to

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  • Posted May 28, 2012

    Recommend

    A good read with a beginning that grabs your attention. However, parts of the book toward the end are somewhat unbelievable - Still, I would recommend the book and will continue to read the rest of the series.

    This book shows us a softer side of Kinsey Millhone.

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    Love Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone Series

    This book keeps you guessing to the end. I usually can figure mysteries out before the end, but this one was a hoot because I couldn't get it until Kinsey did. Loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2011

    Great

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  • Posted May 8, 2011

    Pretty good

    Not quite as good as the first books but still a good read.

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