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From award-winning author Tom Piccirilli comes a wholly original crime novel introducing the Rands, a vipers' nest of crooks and cons, one generation stealing from the next. Upon the razor-thin edge between love and violence lives a pair of brothers, their bonds frayed by betrayals and guilt, their loyalty to each other their last salvation.

Raised to pick a pocket before he could walk, Terry Rand cut free from his family after his older brother, Collie, went on a senseless ...

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Overview

From award-winning author Tom Piccirilli comes a wholly original crime novel introducing the Rands, a vipers' nest of crooks and cons, one generation stealing from the next. Upon the razor-thin edge between love and violence lives a pair of brothers, their bonds frayed by betrayals and guilt, their loyalty to each other their last salvation.

Raised to pick a pocket before he could walk, Terry Rand cut free from his family after his older brother, Collie, went on a senseless killing spree that left eight dead. Five years later, only days before his scheduled execution, Collie contacts Terry and asks him to return home. Collie claims he wasn't responsible for one of the murders--and insists that the real killer is still on the loose.

Dogged by his own demons, Terry is swept back into the schemes and scams of his family: His father, Pinsch, a retired cat burglar, brokenhearted because of his two sons. His card-sharp uncles, Mal and Grey, who've incurred the anger of the local mob. His grandfather, Shep, whose mind is failing but whose fingers can still slip out a wallet from across the room. His teenage sister, Dale, who's flirting dangerously with the lure of the family business. And Kimmie, the woman Terry abandoned, who's now raising a child with Terry's former best friend.

Terry pieces together the day his brother turned rabid, delving into a blood history that reveals the Rand family tree is rotten to the roots, and the secrets his ancestors buried are now coming furious and vengeful to the surface.

A meditation on how love can confine a person just as easily as it can free him, juxtaposing shocking violence and sly humor, The Last Kind Words is the brilliantly inventive family saga that only a singular talent like Tom Piccirilli could conjure.

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Advance praise for The Last Kind Words
 
“Perfect crime fiction . . . a convincing world, a cast of compelling characters, and above all a great story.”—Lee Child, New York Times bestselling author of 61 Hours
 
“For the first time since The Godfather, a family of criminals has stolen my heart. This is a brilliant mix of love and violence, charm and corruption. I loved it.”—Nancy Pickard, bestselling author of The Scent of Rain and Lightning
 
“You don’t choose your family. And the Rand clan, a family of thieves, is bad to the bone. But it’s a testimony to Tom Piccirilli’s stellar writing that you still care about each and every one of them. The Last Kind Words is at once a dark and brooding page-turner and a heartfelt tale about the ties that bind.”—Lisa Unger, New York Times bestselling author of Darkness, My Old Friend
 
“Piccirilli straddles genres with the boldness of the best writers today, blending suspense and crime fiction into tight, brutal masterpieces.”—James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of The Devil Colony
 
“Tom Piccirilli’s sense of relationships and the haunting power of family lifts his writing beyond others in the genre. The Last Kind Words is a swift-moving and hard-hitting novel.”—Michael Koryta, Edgar Award–nominated author of The Ridge
 
“A stunning story that ranges far afield at times but never truly leaves home, a place where shadows grow in every corner . . . superbly told, with prose that doesn’t mess about or flinch from evil.”—Daniel Woodrell, PEN USA award–winning author of Winter’s Bone
 
“There’s more life in The Last Kind Words (and more heartache, action, and deliverance) than in any other novel I’ve read in the past couple of years.”—Steve Hamilton, Edgar Award–winning author of The Lock Artist
 
“You’re in for a treat. Tom Piccirilli is one of the most exciting authors around. He writes vivid action that is gripping and smart, with characters you believe in and care about.”—David Morrell, New York Times bestselling author of First Blood

Mystic River set the bar for classic literary mystery, and The Last Kind Words is a novel on the same superb playing field. Compassionate, fascinating, and with an adrenaline narrative that is as gripping as it is moving, this book is pure alchemy.”—Ken Bruen, Shamus and Macavity Award–winning author of The Guards and Headstone
 
“Piccirilli’s family of heartbroken thieves, bound by love, secrets, and family codes, kept me turning the pages until the very end. It pained me to put this book down at night. Tom Piccirilli is the leader of a new pack of writers combining the best elements of crime, mystery, and literary fiction in a way that would make Chandler proud. I loved this book, and can’t wait for the sequel.”—Sara Gran, author of Clare DeWitt and the City of the Dead

“Tom Piccirilli’s The Last Kind Words is a story born of the dark legacies of family violence and loss. With vivid prose and palpable urgency, it succeeds utterly as a crime tale. At the same time, it reminds us that crimes can emanate from both the darkest and lightest of places, and renders the heart of a damaged family with clear-eyed yet fervent beauty.”—Megan Abbott, author of The End of Everything

“Piccirilli has created a world so real you can smell the mildew.  After writing crime and horror for presses well known and obscure, he deserves a breakout novel and this just might be it.”  Booklist (starred review)

“A searing examination of the ties that bind brother to brother…a soulful, shivery edge to this tale of an unhappy family that’s assuredly unhappy in its own special way.” 
Kirkus

“[A] sharp slice of contemporary noir….Piccirilli’s mastery of the hard-boiled idiom is pitch perfect, particularly in the repartee between his characters, while the picture he paints of the criminal corruption conjoining the innocent and guilty in a small Long Island community is as persuasive as it is seamy.  Readers who like a bleak streak in their crime fiction will enjoy this well-wrought novel.”  Publishers Weekly

Library Journal
Bram Stoker and International Thriller Writers Award winner Piccirilli breaks into hardcover with the story of Terrier Rand, who abandons the crime life and his small-time grifter family when brother Collie turns killer and wipes out an entire family and then some. (Yes, Rand family members are all named after dog breeds.) But he returns when Collie claims that he wasn't responsible for one of those deaths. Lots of buzz and the start of a new series.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307989604
  • Publisher: Books on Tape, Inc.
  • Publication date: 6/12/2012
  • Format: MP3
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Ships to U.S.and APO/FPO addresses only.

Meet the Author

Tom Piccirilli is the award-winning author of Shadow Season, The Cold Spot, The Coldest Mile, A Choir of Ill Children, and many other titles. He's won two International Thriller Writers Awards and four Bram Stoker Awards, as well as having been nominated for the Edgar, the World Fantasy Award, the Macavity, and Le Grand Prix de L'Imaginaire. A native of Long Island, he lives in Colorado, where he is at work on another novel featuring the Rand family.

Tom Piccirilli is the award-winning author of Shadow Season, The Cold Spot, The Coldest Mile, A Choir of Ill Children, and many other titles. He's won two International Thriller Writers Awards and four Bram Stoker Awards, as well as having been nominated for the Edgar, the World Fantasy Award, the Macavity, and Le Grand Prix de L'Imaginaire. A native of Long Island, he lives in Colorado, where he is at work on another novel featuring the Rand family.

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Chapter one

I’d come five years and two thousand miles to stand in the rain while they prepared my brother for his own murder.

He had less than two weeks to go before they strapped him down and injected poison into his heart. I knew Collie would be divided about it, the way he was divided about everything. A part of him would look forward to stepping off the big ledge. He’d been looking over it his whole life in one way or another.

A different part of him would be full of rage and self-pity and fear. I had no doubt that when the time came he’d be a passive prisoner right up to the moment they tried to buckle him down. Then he’d explode into violence. He was going to hurt whoever was near him, whether it was a priest or the warden or a guard. They’d have to club him down while he laughed. The priest, if he was still capable, would have to raise his voice in prayer to cover my brother’s curses.

I was twenty minutes late for my appointment at the prison. The screw at the gate didn’t want to let me in because he’d already marked me as a no-show. I didn’t argue. I didn’t want to be there. He saw that I wanted to split and it was enough to compel him to let me stay.

At the prison door, another screw gave me the disgusted once-over. I told him my name, but the sound of it didn’t feel right anymore.

“Terry Rand.”

The fake ID I’d been living under the past half decade had become a safe harbor, a slim chance to better myself even though I hadn’t done much yet. I resented being forced to return to the person I’d once been.

The screw made me repeat my name. I did. It was like ice on my tongue. Then he made me repeat it again. I caught on.

“Terrier Rand.”

Expressionless, he led me off to a small side room where I was frisked and politely asked if I would voluntarily succumb to a strip search. I asked what would happen if I said no. He said I wouldn’t be allowed to proceed. It was a good enough reason to turn around. I owed my brother nothing. I could return out west and get back to a life I was still trying to believe in and make real.

Even as I decided to leave I was shrugging out of my jacket and kicking off my shoes. I got naked and held my arms up while the screw ran his hands through my hair and checked between my ass cheeks and under my scrotum.

He stared at the dog tattoo that took up the left side of my chest, covering three bad scars. One was from when Collie had stabbed me with the bayonet of a tin Revolutionary War toy soldier when I was seven. I got a deep muscle infection that the doctor had to go digging after, leaving the area a rutted, puckered purple.

Another was from when I was twelve and my father sent me up the drainpipe to a house that was supposedly empty. A seventy-five-year-old lady picked up a Tiffany-style lamp and swatted me three stories down into a hibiscus tree. A rib snapped and pierced the flesh. My old man got me into the car and pulled the bone shard through by hand as the sirens closed in and he drove up on sidewalks to escape. The scar was mottled red and thick as a finger.

The last one I didn’t think about. I had made an art of not thinking about it.

The screw took pride in his professional indifference, courteous yet dismissive. But the tattoo caught his attention.

“Your family, you’re some serious dog lovers, eh?”

I didn’t answer. One last time he checked through my clothes for any contraband. He tossed them back to me and I got dressed.

I was taken to an empty visiting room. I sat in a chair and waited for them to bring Collie in. It didn’t matter that there was a wall of reinforced glass between us. I wasn’t going to pass him a shiv and we weren’t going to shake hands or hug out twenty years of tension. The only time we’d ever touched was when we were trying to beat the hell out of each other. I’d been thinking hard about the reasons for that on the ride back east. How could it be that I had such resentment and animosity for him, and he for me, and yet when he called I came running?

They led him in, draped in chains. He could shuffle along only a few inches at a time, his hands cuffed to a thick leather belt at his waist, his feet separated by a narrow chain, bracelets snapped to his ankles. It took ten minutes to unlock him. The screws retreated and Collie twirled his chair around and sat backward, like always.

Like most mad-dog convicts, prison agreed with him. He was a lot more fit than he’d ever been on the outside. The huge beer belly had been trimmed back to practically nothing, his arms thick and muscular and covered in twisted black veins. There was a new gleam in his eye that I couldn’t evaluate.

He had old scars from drunken brawls and new ones from the joint that gave him a sense of character he’d never exhibited before. Like me, he’d gone gray prematurely. He had a short but well-coiffed mane of silver with a few threads of black running through it. I noticed he’d also had a manicure and a facial. He glowed a healthy pink. He’d been moisturized and exfoliated and closely shaved. The nancies on C-Block could open up a salon in East Hampton and make a mint off Long Island’s wealthy blue-haired biddies.

I expected that with his execution only two weeks off, and with five years gone and all the uneasy blood still between us, we would need to pause and gather our thoughts before we spoke. I imagined we would stare at each other, making our usual judgments and taking each other’s measure. We’d then bypass trivial concerns to speak of extreme matters, whatever they might be. With a strange reservation, a kind of childlike hesitation, I lifted the phone and cleared my throat.

Collie moved with the restrained energy of a predator, slid forward in his seat, did a little rap-a-tap on the glass. He grasped the phone and first thing let loose with a snorted, easy laugh. He looked all around until he finally settled on my eyes.

He usually spoke with a quick, jazzy bop tempo, sometimes muttering out of the corner of his mouth or under his breath as if to an audience situated around him. This time he was focused. He nodded once, more to himself than me, and said, “Listen, Ma hates me, and that’s all right, but you, you’re the one who broke her heart. You—”

I hung up the phone, stood, and walked away.

I was nearly to the door when Collie’s pounding on the glass made me stop. It got the screws looking in on us. I kept my back to my brother. My scalp crawled and I was covered in sweat. I wondered if what he’d said was true. It was the best trick he had, getting me to constantly question myself. Even when I knew he was setting me up I couldn’t keep from falling into the trap. I wondered if my mother’s heart really had broken when I’d left. I thought of my younger sister, Dale, still waiting for me to read her romantic vampire fantasy novels. My father on the porch with no one to sit with. My gramp losing his memories, fighting to retain them, now that there was nobody to stroll around the lake with and discuss the best way to trick out burglar alarms.

Collie kept on shouting and banging. I took another step. I reached for the handle. Maybe if I’d made my fortune out west I would have found it easier to leave him there yelling. Maybe if I’d gotten married. Maybe if I’d raised a child.

But none of that had happened. I took a breath, turned, and sat again. I lifted the phone.

“Jesus, you’re still sensitive,” he said. “I only meant that you need to stop thinking about yourself and go see the family—”

“I’m not going to see the family. Why did you call me here, Collie?”

He let out a quiet laugh. He pointed through the huge glass window off to the side of us, which opened on an area full of long tables. His gaze was almost wistful. “You know, we were supposed to be able to talk over there. In that room, face-to-face. On this phone, talking to you like this, it’s not the way I wanted it to be.”

“How did you want it to be?”

He grinned and shrugged, and the thousand questions that had once burned inside me reignited. I knew he wouldn’t answer them. My brother clung to his secrets, great and small. He’d been interviewed dozens of times for newspaper articles and magazines and books, and while he gave intimate, awful details, he never explained himself. It drove the courts, the media, and the public crazy even now.

And me too. Words bobbed in my throat but never made it out. The timeworn campaigns and disputes between us had finally receded. I no longer cared about the insults, the torn pages, the girls he stole from me, or the way he’d run off on short cons gone bad, leaving me to take beatings from the marks. It had taken a lot of spilled blood to make me forgive him, if in fact I had. If not, it would only matter another few days.

On the long night of his rampage, my brother went so far down into the underneath that he didn’t come back up until after he’d murdered eight people. A vacationing family of five shot to death in a mobile home, a gas-station attendant knifed in a men’s room, an old lady beaten to death outside a convenience store, a young woman strangled in a park.

None of them had been robbed. He hadn’t taken anything, hadn’t even cleaned out the register at the gas station.

It wasn’t our way. It had never been our way. I thought of my grandfather Shepherd again. One of my earliest memories was of him telling us all around a Thanksgiving dinner, You’re born thieves, it’s your nature, handed down to me, handed down from me. This is our way. He’d been getting ready to cut into a turkey Collie had boosted from the King Kullen.

Collie turned on the charm, showed me his perfect teeth, and said, “Been a long time, Terry. You look good. Trim, built up. You’re as dark as if you’d been dipped in a vat of maple syrup.”

“I work on a ranch.”

“Yeah? What, busting broncos? Roping cattle? Like that?”

“Like that.”

“Where? Colorado? Montana?”

That question made me frown. I’d been eager to know how he’d managed to track me down. I’d been off the grift for years, living under an assumed name, doing an honest job. I thought I’d covered my tracks well, but four days ago, after coming in from digging fence posts, I’d received a phone call from a woman whose voice I didn’t recognize. She’d told me Collie wanted to see me before he died.

“You already know. How’d you find me?”

“I put in a call.”

“To who?”

“Who do you think?”

He meant our family, who had connections all over the circuit. I’d half-expected that they’d somehow kept tabs on me. They must’ve gotten in touch with the people I’d bought my fake ID from and shadowed me through the years. I should have realized my father wouldn’t let me go so easily.

But that voice on the phone didn’t belong to anyone I knew. I wondered if my other identity had been completely blown and I’d have to start over again, rebuild another new life. How many more did I have left in me?

“It’s been good seeing you, Terry. I’m glad you came. We both need a little more time.”

I’d barely slept over the last four days, and all the miles gunning across the country suddenly caught up with me. I felt tired as hell. “What are you talking about, Collie?”

“Come back tomorrow or the day after. They gave you shit at the door, I can tell. Rousted you, strip-searched you? If they try that again, tell them to fuck themselves.” He raised his voice again and shouted at the screws. “Dead man walking has at least a couple of extra privileges!”

“Listen, I’m not—”

“Take some time to settle yourself.”

“I don’t want to settle myself. I’m not coming back tomorrow, Collie.”

“Go home. Visit the family. I’ll tell you what I need when I see you again.”

I started breathing through my teeth. “What you need. I’m not running drugs for you. I’m not icing anybody on the outside for you. I’m not sending around a petition to the governor. I’m not coming back.”

It got him laughing again. “You’re home. You’re going to see the family because you’ve missed them. You’ve been gone a long time and proven whatever point you had to make, Terry. You can stick it out on your own. You’re your own man. You’re not Dad. You’re not me.” He cupped the phone even more tightly to his mouth. “Besides, you love them and they love you. It’s time to say hello again.”

Life lessons from death row. Christ. I felt nauseous.

I stared hard into my brother’s eyes, trying to read a face I’d always been able to read before. I saw in it just how plagued he was by his own culpability. He was shallow and vindictive, but he rarely lied. He didn’t often deny responsibility and he never cared about consequences. There was absolutely nothing I could do for him.

“I’m not coming back,” I told him.

“I think I need you to save someone’s life,” he said.

“What?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Or the day after, if you want. And don’t be late this time.”

I hung up on his smile and let out a hiss that steamed the glass.

Already he’d bent me out of shape. It had taken no more than fifteen minutes. We hadn’t said shit to each other. Maybe it was his fault, maybe it was mine. I could feel the old singular pain rising once more.

I shoved my chair back, took a few steps, and stopped. I thought, If I can get out now, without asking the question, I might be able to free myself. I have the chance. It’s there. The door is three feet away. I can do this. I can do this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2012

    Great read. Hard to put down...

    Leaves you wanting more... interesting, quirky, fully developed characters...very witty dialogue. Looking forward to the second book about this unusual family.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 23, 2012

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    This book would make a fantastic movie! Don't let the title f

    This book would make a fantastic movie! Don't let the title fool you
    as it did me into thinking it would be somewhat of a light romp....
    This "canine second story" thieving family is really, really
    messed up A story of a family of grifters entwined in petty crime
    until their eldest son commits murder and the devastating effects on all
    who love him. The oldest son Collie is in prison waiting on the
    needle for going mad dog and savagely murdering seven people... or was
    it six and if so who is out there murdering all the other people? The
    youngest son Terrier who comes home after running away from the sins of
    the older brother he both loves and hates to say goodbye and to try to
    put his life back together & maybe win back the girl he loved but
    left behind... The teenage daughter Airedale on the edge of not
    knowing if she will follow the men into the grift or start a new and
    different kind of life Their father Pinscher, who grieves the breakdown
    of his family and turns to his youngest son for understanding. A
    mother caught up in the fierce love for the men in her family and the
    devastating legacy they have left in their wake. This is a really good
    psychological thriller that leaves you guessing right up to the end.
    A terrific read! I am anxiously awaiting the next of Tom's books.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2012

    A superb read. Tom Piccirilli has managed to fuse the thriller-

    A superb read. Tom Piccirilli has managed to fuse the thriller-crime fiction conventions with a literary style full of depth and emotional context. A gripping read with thoughtful, rich, complex characterizations and motifs.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 8, 2014

    I love books by Tom Piccirilli. I couldn't put this book down. T

    I love books by Tom Piccirilli. I couldn't put this book down. This series is so good!! I hope he writes a third installment!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2013

    Very highly recommended

    See, here’s the thing. You ever read a book that you thoroughly enjoyed ‘cause maybe it was real easy reading, just kinda flowed, and it held your attention right from page one? Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Then you go on and read somebody else’s book, and then somebody else’s book after that. And then you come to the next book on your to-be-read list, start reading, smile to yourself and think, ‘Gee, I never realized how much I really missed reading this guy’s stories.’ Well, that’s exactly how it is with Pic. You never realize how much you’ve missed reading his stories until you start the next one. Great stories. Easy reading. It don’t get much better than that.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2013

    Really enjiyed this story

    I really enjoyed this book and agree very much with Lee Child's review of it ... which is quite honestly why I got it and read it. I can also easily see this being made into a movie and even know who I think should be cast as Terry. I will be reading the second book. I thought he did an excelent job in the characterizations of the family members and am interested in discovering what happens to them.

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  • Posted November 2, 2013

    Tom has created a great cast of characters with Terry Rand toppi

    Tom has created a great cast of characters with Terry Rand topping the list as a most likable anti-hero. The reader gets into the characters head as he moves along his defined life. Tom Piccirilli has become my go-to author for suspense. Bring on the sequel!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    paris13nb

    Loved it! found a new favorite author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2013

    This is the first book by this author that I have read and would

    This is the first book by this author that I have read and wouldn't read another one. The credibility of the character was so far out it was more like science fiction. He was getting beat up, stabbed, killing people and still it was ok. Really

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 3, 2013

    Runyonesque without the corn

    Funny, fast, worthwhile.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2013

    easy read

    starts off strong - ends weak

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2013

    Very engaging and original

    Though parts of the story were predictable it has been a while since I cared as much about a group of characters. I am looking forward to reading the sequel.

    I can't eait to read more about his family especially his mother who must have quite a story of her own

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  • Posted June 21, 2013

    ************* THIS BOOK WAS JUST INCREDIBLE ************* This


    ************* THIS BOOK WAS JUST INCREDIBLE *************

    This book was not what i expected at all !!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a capitvating story that held my complete attention until the very end with characters that are all too real, who draw you into their lives through lines that are so well written. It truely astounds the reader with all the complex make-up of each and every character and conveys an understanding of what's it's like in the world of criminals. I didn't want the book to end, and have pre-ordered the sequel, "The Last Whisper In The Dark". DO YOURSELF A HUGE FAVOR, GET THIS BOOK, PLEASE. This would make an incredible movie. oh my gosh, if i had the money, i would make it myself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2013

    Great storyline, compelling and interesting characters. Can't wa

    Great storyline, compelling and interesting characters. Can't wait to read more by this author!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

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    Wwho would name their children after dogs! ? Great book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2013

    This book easily made my top 10 WORST book list. A less than co

    This book easily made my top 10 WORST book list. A less than compelling story, the writing is full of cliches, Piccirilli clumsy attempts to explore the phyches' of his characters is at times so painful that I had to stop to laugh. Peripheral characters add nothing to the story. Elmore Leonard, he ain't.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Very Good Read!

    This is a very good book; although, a family whose given names are all breeds of dogs is a bit much.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Doggy dilemna

    Do i get the book for free for figuring this out?

    Terry - terrier
    Collie - collie
    Pinsch - pinscher (doberman)
    Shep - shepherd
    Mal - maltese
    Grey - greyhound
    Dale - airedale

    Only one i didn't figure out was kimmie. Was this intentional?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2013

    Good read

    Some bad language. It left me sad and wanting to continue reading more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    Love the depth of characters!!!

    Enthralled until the last 1/4 of the book. The reveal of other killer.....lame. it could have gone so many other ways....but my hope is that because this is only the first in a series of books about the Rand family, it makes more sense later. The first 3/4 of the book so good though it was worth reading it through. Guess that is why i was a little disappointed. Will absolutely buy the next Rand family book.

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