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A-List (The Jake Longly Series) Hardcover – December 12, 2017
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Nothing is easy in The Big Easy
PI Jake Longly and Nicole Jamison head to New Orleans at the behest of Nicole's uncle, movie producer Charles Balfour, when his megastar, A-list actor Kirk Ford, awakens in his hotel bed with the body of Kristi Guidry, a local college coed. Ford, in the Big Easy for a location shoot, remembers little of the evening and nothing of the murder. And, to make matters worse, Kristi is the niece of a local mafioso-type who will do whatever is necessary to avenge her death. Balfour is losing money every day the filming is stalled―he needs his actor cleared, and quickly.
Surrounded by glitzy Hollywood stars and intimidated by seedy underworld characters, Jake and Nicole encounter nothing but obstacles. Something isn't right. The facts don't fit. Who would want Kristi dead? Why frame Kirk for the murder? Everyone has an opinion, including Kristi's friends and ex-boyfriend, the local homicide detectives, and a fortune-teller. The clock is ticking as Jake and Nicole struggle to decipher who's lying, who's telling the truth, and exactly who schemed to murder Kristi Guidry. Nothing is easy in The Big Easy.
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherOceanview Publishing
- Publication dateDecember 12, 2017
- Dimensions6 x 1.1 x 9 inches
- ISBN-101608092704
- ISBN-13978-1608092703
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"D. P. Lyle hits it over the fence with A-List. This mystery, featuring former Major League pitcher and reluctant PI Jake Longly, is fast-paced, slick, and funny. Bad times in the Big Easy mean a great time for readers. Head to New Orleans with Jake, and enjoy the trip." ―Meg Gardiner, Edgar Award-winning author of UNSUB
“D. P. Lyle delivers again with A-List―snappy, sexy and speedy on every page. Hang on for this fast, fun tromp through the Big Easy. Readers will love learning more about the Longlys’ past while they worry about Jake and his entourage making it to the next page.” ―Lisa Preston, best-selling author of Orchids and Stone and The Measure of the Moon
“Aptly named, A-List ranks high on the 'must buy' list for holiday shoppers. Reluctant PI Jake Longly investigates the darker side of the movie business, where professional jealousies and hedonistic habits have deadly consequences. Fast-faced and funny, the seamless prose will transport you from reality to fantasy. Lyle evokes the sights and sounds of New Orleans in such a provocative manner, you’ll be packing your bags and catching the next flight to The Big Easy for your own adventure.” ―K. J. Howe, author of The Freedom Broker "Former baseball player turned P.I. Jake Longly is back on the trail in A-List. A rollicking thrill ride through the mean streets and tasty restaurants of New Orleans. Murder, mobbed-up bad guys, Hollywood heartthrobs, and laughs! What more could you want? D.P. Lyle is at the top of his game!" ―Matt Coyle, author of the Anthony Award-winning Rick Cahill crime novels
"D.P. Lyle serves up ample portions of mystery and suspense along with the chicory coffee and sweet beignets as P.I. Jake Longly digs for the truth about a murdered co-ed in New Orleans. Is A-List actor Kirk Ford the murderer? The slain young woman was found in his bed. But nothing is simple in the Big Easy, and Longly, along with girlfriend Nicole Jemison, must peel back multiple layers of intrigue and corruption to solve the mystery at the heart of A-List. New Orleans has never been as sexy or as dangerous. Highly recommended!" ―Paul Levine, best-selling author of Bum Luck
"Wisecracking private eye Jake Longly and his entourage return with D.P. Lyle’s A-List, a fun and suspenseful mystery that takes readers on a white-knuckle trip to The Big Easy." ―Linda Castillo, best-selling author of the Kate Burkholder Series
“One part Carl Hiaasen mixed with two parts Elmore Leonard and garnished with Robert Parker at his best. [The] narrative is peppered with snappy, staccato prose that pops clean off the page, making this a series and author you don’t want to miss.” ―Jon Land, best-selling author of Strong to the Bone
“A-List by D.P. Lyle…blends humor with hard-boiled detective fiction to create a fast-paced, entertaining novel that will satisfy fans of the genre…Lyle knows how to keep the narrative flowing at a rapid pace and keep the questions coming.” ―New York Journal of Books
“Nefarious characters populate the French Quarter in New Orleans―and pages in this quirky action-packed thriller.” ―Bookreporter
"A-List carries us away to New Orleans where DP Lyle doesn't disappoint. Big Hollywood stars, big egos, big crime, big mob, a young dead girl in a hotel room, beignets, the glory of New Orleans food and fast driving, what's not to love? The sexiness and humor of A-List will keep you as transfixed as a stolen afternoon in the Monteleone's hypnotic carousel bar. Highly recommended!" ―Shannon Kirk, author of Method 15/33
“A-List by D. P. Lyle is fast-moving, full of suspense, with delightful dialogue and an unusual plot that really works well... Don't miss this one.” ―BookLoons
“Lyle has written a deliciously entertaining book filled to the brim with colorful characters… a fast-paced read set in a wonderful locale.” ―InD’Tale Magazine
“A thriller that is all-out fantastic!” ―Suspense Magazine
“Lyle’s medical background is a plus here as he is able to succinctly explain the technical details of the death while keeping the plot churning. The head-to-head confrontations… are entertaining reads, with snappy dialogue masking underlying threats.” ―Killer Nashville
“The storyline moves through the streets of New Orleans and into the bayou at warp speed, heading to an unexpected conclusion… This is a dynamic, fun series you do not want to miss!” ―Fresh Fiction
“Lyle is known for giving his readers a thrill-ride and in this Hollywood-studded read, he doesn’t disappoint.” ―Le Coeur de l’Artiste
Praise for the Jake Longly series:
"We all know Lyle’s erudition and expertise―but who knew he was this funny?" ―Lee Child, New York Times best-selling author of the Jack Reacher series
"Corruption, vendettas, cartel killers, oh my! Deep Six puts the fun back into late night reading with this fast-paced romp through murder and mayhem. Prepare to flip the pages." ―Lisa Gardner, New York Times best-selling author of Find Her
"D. P. Lyle returns in superb form in Deep Six. Smart, wickedly funny, expertly constructed and deftly executed, Lyle is at the top of his game as he takes his readers on a romp on the Gulf Coast that goes down as smoothly as a cold beer on a hot day at a bar next to the beach." ―Sheldon Siegel, New York Times best-selling author of Felony Murder Rule
"Readers will love Jake Longly―ex-big league ballplayer, beach bar owner, and reluctant PI, and the sharply defined ensemble of characters in Deep Six is just as outstanding. Page-turning action and knockout dialogue from a master craftsman and storyteller." ―Robert Dugoni, New York Times best-selling author of the Tracy Crosswhite Series
"In Deep Six, gifted storyteller D. P. Lyle has crafted yet another winner. A comedic thriller that weaves through the Gulf Coast with wild abandon. This book has it all―memorable characters, a stunning plot, and as always, Lyle's impeccable sense of place. Bravo!" ―Philip Donlay, best-selling author the Donovan Nash series
About the Author
D. P. Lyle, MD is the Macavity Award-winning and Edgar Award-nominated author of both fiction and nonfiction books. As a forensics expert, he has worked with the writers of popular television shows such as Law & Order, CSI: Miami, Diagnosis Murder, Monk, Judging Amy, Peacemakers, Cold Case, House, Medium, Women’s Murder Club, 1-800-Missing, The Glades, and Pretty Little Liars. He is a frequent speaker and radio and TV guest as well a valued forensic consultant to crime novelists. He lives in Orange County, California. A-List is his second Jake Longly novel.
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A-List
A Jake Longly Novel
By D. P. LyleOceanview Publishing
Copyright © 2017 D. P. LyleAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60809-270-3
CHAPTER 1
I like a lot of things. My 1965 Mustang. Burgundy with black Pony interior. Captain Rocky's Surf and Turf, my bar/restaurant that squats on the sand in Gulf Shores. Living on the Gulf Coast, where I've been most of my life. That's pretty cool, too. And then there's memories of a few epic games during my career as a major-league pitcher for the Texas Rangers. That was me. Jake Longly. Baseball stud. Ninety-plus mile-an-hour fastballs with just enough tail to make batters whiff, corkscrewing themselves into the ground. But that was another life, long gone, blown away on a cold Cleveland night by a ripped rotator cuff. Few pitchers recover from that. I surely didn't.
But right there at the top of my like list would be watching a gorgeous, nearly naked woman roll around on the floor. Well, not exactly rolling around. More like twisting, flexing, and stretching in a Pilates or yoga or some such fashion. I never could keep all those straight. But whatever you call it, it surely looks better than six-count burpees.
The woman in question was Nicole Jemison. My latest girlfriend. I guess that's what she was. Though we'd only known each other a few weeks, it seemed longer. Like we'd always been together. Sort of scary. Definitely not my norm, which was more or less hit and run. Yeah, I know, piggish, but at least I'm honest about it.
Anyone could see why I hung around with her. I mean, stunning didn't quite cover it. That blond hair, that perfect smile, and those eyes. Oh yeah. Bluer than blue. Deep, lively, and intelligent. And, of course, that body. Oh my.
Why she tolerated me was a whole different story. I could be a little difficult. According to her, anyway. My ex-wife Tammy would agree whole-heartedly, while adding a string of well-chosen expletives. Not undeserved, of course, but our experiment in marital harmony collapsed years ago. You'd think she would've mellowed by now, but Tammy doesn't do mellow.
I should probably be down there on the carpet with Nicole going through the same routine, but no way I could contort my body into some of the positions she adopted. Not now. Not even back when I was a young stud baseball player.
Clad in a form-fit peach sports bra and black shorts that must have been electroplated on her firm hips, she made it all seem so easy. Easy on the eye anyway. My, my.
Instead of risking a permanent back injury and a visit to an orthopedic surgeon, I lounged on her sofa, sipping coffee and pretending to read the newspaper, but in fact watching her every move.
"Stop oogling me," Nicole said.
"Oogling?"
"Okay, drooling." She rolled up onto her shoulder blades and bicycled her legs at a pace that would make those Tour de France dudes jealous. A patina of perspiration frosted her perfect face.
"I would never do that."
She smiled. "That's not what you said last night."
She had a point. Last night had spilled well into the new day.
Two a.m. or so if I remembered correctly. Of course, my memory of last night was suspect at best. We had started with rum at Captain Rocky's, moved on to tequila at her place, in the hot tub, and then smoked a blunt in bed. Followed by all that sex, which with Nicole was an athletic event. More or less turned my brain into oatmeal. She could do that. Add all that up and it explains why I was having trouble getting my motor started this early.
I folded the paper, laid it on the coffee table, and massaged one shoulder.
"Still stiff?" she asked.
"A little."
We were only a week removed from a thirty-foot, middle-of-the-night jump from the stern of the Sea Witch, the 100-foot mega yacht owned by the late Victor Borkov. Right into the cold, dark, storm-churned waters of the Gulf. We didn't make the leap by choice, mind you. But it was either that or be tossed in while chained to a massive iron ring that would have planted us in the silt that collected several hundred feet below any fresh air. Apparently Borkov's preferred method for flushing those who opposed, or even simply displeased, him. Like the Wilbanks brothers. Our ride to the Gulf floor would have been courtesy of Borkov's hitmen, Joe Zuma and Frank Boyd. They too could be filed in the "late" category, the trio now the property of the Escambia County Coroner's Office over on 9th Avenue in Pensacola.
Hitting angry water from thirty feet is not a pleasant event. I wrenched a shoulder and tweaked my back; Nicole torqued her hip and sprained her neck. We hadn't known it at the time, adrenaline forcing our brains to focus on other things like survival, the pain not appearing until the next day. But all in all, we survived, so there was that.
"That's why you should be down here stretching with me," she said.
"Work out those kinks."
"With you in that outfit, that might lead to something else altogether."
She rocked into a sitting position and mopped her face with a towel.
"Time for a shower." She stood. "Join me and we'll see if something else altogether happens."
Even at seven thirty in the morning that sounded like a plan. My brain might be oatmeal, but the rest of me was good to go.
Never happened though. Her cell chimed. She picked it up from the kitchen counter and answered.
"Uncle Charles?" She frowned. "I can barely hear you. Hold on a sec." She crossed the living room and pushed through the French doors, stepping out on the deck.
Uncle Charles would be her uncle Charles Balfour. Big time movie producer, director, and everything else A-list. A full-house backfield of Oscars and an army of other awards.
"That's better," she said as she kicked the door closed.
I walked to the kitchen, refilled my coffee cup, leaned against the counter, and watched her pace, phone to one ear, a finger in the other.
This house belonged to Uncle Charles. A massive stilted construction on the sand in The Point, a high-dollar enclave in Perdido Beach on Alabama's Gulf coast. I knew he was in some remote location in Europe, shooting a big-budget film. I figured that explained why she couldn't hear him well.
For the next ten minutes I watched her pace, her expression and body language bouncing between concern and shock. Had something happened to him?
When she stepped back inside, she simply said, "Let's go."
"Where?"
"To see Ray."
Ray would be Ray Longly. My father. Longly investigations. The P.I. firm Ray ran from his home down in Gulf Shores. Not far from Captain Rocky's and my own house.
"Why?"
"I have a job for us," Nicole said.
"A job? For us?"
"Well, technically for Ray. But, yeah, us."
"We don't work for Ray," I said.
"Sure, we do. I still have my ID card Pancake made for me. That makes me official."
Good grief.
"Okay, Mata Hari, what is this job?" I asked.
"Kirk Ford."
"The actor?"
"That would be the mega-buck, A-list, franchise actor to you."
"What did old Kirk do?"
"Got himself arrested for murder. It seems some local girl was found strangled in his bed this morning."
"I really hate it when that happens."
"Don't be a smart ass — and get a move on."
CHAPTER 2The shower wasn't nearly as much fun as it could have been. I was hoping for "something else altogether" but instead Nicole was all business. Slapped my hands away more than once. At least she let me wash her back.
So, we dressed, climbed in her new Mercedes SL, and were on the way. For Nicole, on the way meant warp speed out of the neighborhood and onto the highway, much to the consternation of other drivers. Blowing horns and extended fingers fell in our wake.
Her old SL, the one Victor Borkov's thugs Zuma and Boyd trashed with the massive bumper of their even more massive SUV, had been red; this one, the replacement coughed up by her insurance company, was white with a sedate light gray interior. I hoped the less aggressive coloring might slow her down. That was a dream doomed to failure. Nicole only had one speed.
Regardless, we survived the trip.
Ray ran his business from his home, a stilted, two-story affair on the sand in Gulf Shores. As we pulled in I saw Ray's black dually pick-up nestled among the support pylons. Nicole parked. We climbed the outside stairs to the first floor. As usual, Ray sat at his teak, umbrella- shaded deck table, laptop, phone, and a Mountain Dew in easy reach.
"What brings you guys by so early?" he asked.
"I have a case for us," Nicole said.
"Us?" Ray asked.
"You know — you, me, Jake."
"Oh, that us." Ray looked at me and then back to Nicole. "So, you guys still work for Longly Investigations?" Nicole: "Yes."
Me: "No."
Nicole ignored me. "Yes, we do. I even have my ID card." She pulled it from the back pocket of her jeans and held it up.
"Hard to argue with that," Ray said.
No, it wasn't, I thought. And was going to say exactly that, but Ray moved on.
He leaned back in his chair and looked toward me. "You on board with that?"
"Yes, he is," Nicole said.
I guessed I didn't have a speaking role in this family scene.
"He'll go wherever I go," Nicole added.
I would? Of course, I would.
Ray laughed. "I suspect that's true."
I tried to come up with a witty response but found none.
"So, what is it?" Ray asked. "Did you lose your purse?" She glared at him and then me.
Me? I didn't say anything. And since Ray and I rarely got along, it couldn't be guilt by association. Could it?
Apparently so. Nicole shook her head. "Apple — tree. You two are both asses."
Ray laughed. "Sorry. Couldn't resist." He took a slug of Dew. "So, tell me."
Nicole sat in the chair opposite Ray. "Kirk Ford was arrested for murder this morning."
"The actor?"
She nodded. "He's in New Orleans shooting his latest Space Quest movie. My uncle, Charles Balfour, is one of the executive producers for the franchise. He called and asked me to look into it." She shrugged her shoulder. "Actually asked me if I'd ask you to look into it."
Ray stared at her a beat. "How does he know me?"
"I told him," she said. "About that whole Barkov thing and how you saved us from the Gulf."
"I thought that was me," I said.
She smiled and patted my arm. "You, too."
"Why isn't he, your uncle, doing it himself ?" Ray asked.
"He's still in Europe. Just outside Paris. Shooting another movie."
Ray spread his hands on the table. "What do you know so far?"
"It looks like Kirk hooked up with a local girl. This morning she turned up dead in his bed. Uncle Charles said the police believe she had been strangled."
"Does he make a habit of that?"
Nicole stared at him. "What? Strangling women?"
"No," Ray said. "Picking up local girls when he's on location?"
"He's an actor. It's what they do."
"So I see in the tabloids at the grocery store." Ray drained and crushed the Dew can, dropping it in the nearby waste basket. "But Kirk? Is this something he does often?"
Nicole nodded. "He's a player, as they say. He leaves a lot of broken hearts in his wake."
"I take it you know him?"
"For many years."
"And?"
"He's actually a nice guy. He screws around, no doubt there, but he's not malicious about it. At least that's how I see it."
Ray asked, "Any other details?"
She shook her head. "That's all I know."
"I take it, it's your uncle who wants to hire us?"
Nicole nodded.
"Aren't the police on the case?"
"Uncle Charles doesn't trust them. At least not to do a quick and thorough investigation. Quick being the operative word." She brushed her hair back over one shoulder. "Location shooting can burn through millions very quickly. If Kirk is locked up, the production will have to be shut down until he's out."
"Your Uncle Charles? He's aware of our fees?"
"He is. He said he'd triple it. More if necessary."
"I like the sound of that." Ray raised an eyebrow. "But isn't he overreacting a bit?"
Nicole rested her elbows on the table. "Do you know who Kirk Ford is?"
"Yeah, he's an actor who makes some goofy space movies."
She shook her head. "Goofy? The Space Quest franchise has raked in nearly two billion dollars so far."
Ray whistled. "That's adult money."
"This is the sixth episode. Supposed to be the biggest and best yet.
But if Kirk's taken out of the picture — no pun intended — the entire thing collapses."
Ray massaged his neck. "Okay, why don't you two head over to New Orleans. See what the story is. I'll round up Pancake, and we'll start digging around."
She stood. "We're on it."
On it? She even sounded like a P.I.
Ray looked at me. "Want to fly or drive?" Fly popped in my head but before I could say it, Nicole piped up.
"Drive," Nicole said. "We can get there faster."
Oh, Lord. I saw speed and fear in my future. Maybe a cardiac arrest. Which brought up another point. Why did I continually subject myself to her driving? I looked at her. Tight jeans, halter top, wonderfully toned abs. Well, there was all that.
"I'll call and get you a room somewhere," Ray said.
"Already done. Uncle Charles called Marty Ebersole. He's the director. We have a suite at the Monteleone. And Uncle Charles is leaving and headed there as soon as he can grab a flight."
Ray picked up the phone. "You guys get rolling. I'll track down Pancake."
"You got it," she said.
"And be careful," Ray added. "I saw on the Weather Channel site that there's a storm in New Orleans and it's headed this way."
Great. Wet roads, Nicole in hot rod mode.
CHAPTER 3It took us the better part of two hours to get out of Gulf Shores.
First stop was Captain Rocky's. I checked in with Carla Martinez, my manager, to let her know I'd be away a few days and that she was in charge.
Her response: "I'm always in charge. You just own the joint."
And that was true. She did run the day-to-day business, but if need be, I could do it myself. But that would cut into my play time. And play time was important. Of course, Ray didn't see it that way. To him, play time was wasted time. He even considered that my owning a bar was foolish. Felt I should throw in with him and work as a P.I. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
But while Carla was giving me the thumbnail of last week's receipts, expenses, and pending liquor and food inventory orders, and while I nodded as if I was truly listening, it dawned on me that once again Ray had pulled me into his orbit. Here I was headed to New Orleans. To work for Ray. How the hell did that happen?
Then I glanced toward Nicole. Through the windows. She was on the deck, leaning on the rail, gazing out over the Gulf. That crystalized it. I mean, just look at her.
I had the kitchen whip up a pair of breakfast burritos and a thermos of coffee for us and we headed to my place and then Nicole's to pack a few things. Took me twenty minutes; Nicole ten. Never seen a woman pack so quickly and efficiently.
We spun out of The Point, and twenty minutes later were soaring west on I-10. Warp Factor 4. Nicole had the 429 horses under the hood in full stride. I held on and shut up.
For a while anyway.
"What's the story on Kirk Ford?" I asked, as we rolled through rural farm land. It had begun to sprinkle and the horizon ahead looked dark and menacing. Great.
"Just what I said. He's a big deal. Pulls in a ton of cash for the studio."
"Thus, the franchise moniker."
"You got it. His Space Quest series began with Hidden World. It was about some cloaked planet that waged war against a neighbor."
"I hate it when that happens."
"It grossed over three hundred million."
"I guess there's big money in conquering cloaked planets."
"Kirk and crew swooped in and saved the day in that one. All the other episodes, too." She blew past a convoy of five semis.
"Somehow, I missed seeing them," I said.
"You're not his demographic anyway. He's big with the high school and college crowd. Very loyal fan base."
"This could put a dent in that. Whether he's guilty or not."
"That, of course, is Uncle Charles' concern. He has big money riding on this."
"What is this one?" I asked. "Little green men attacking Commander's Palace?"
She laughed. "No. It's called Swamp Wars. That's why they chose New Orleans. Lots of swamps to choose from."
"You know him? Kirk Ford?"
"Sure do. We went out a couple of times."
"And?"
"And what?" She glanced at me.
"Were you two an item?"
She laughed. "No way. Of course, the tabloids tried to make it so. Even People magazine had a red-carpet pic of us together."
"The Oscars?"
"No, some minor award thing. I forget which one." She raised an eyebrow. "You jealous?"
"He is a hunky superstar."
"So are you." She laughed.
"I still hate him."
"You don't even know him."
"So? I can still hate him. It's a free country."
She rolled her eyes. I wished she wouldn't do that at eighty-five miles an hour on a slick highway.
"Truth is we had no chemistry," she said. "He's a nice guy but too pretty."
"Pretty? Not sure that's a term for a guy."
(Continues...)Excerpted from A-List by D. P. Lyle. Copyright © 2017 D. P. Lyle. Excerpted by permission of Oceanview Publishing.
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D. P. Lyle is the Amazon #1 Bestselling; Macavity and Benjamin Franklin Award winning; and Edgar(2), Agatha, Anthony, Shamus, Scribe, Silver Falchion, and USA Today Best Book(2) Award nominated author of 17 books, both non-fiction and fiction, including the Samantha Cody, Dub Walker, and Jake Longly thriller series and the Royal Pains media tie-in novels. His essay on Jules Verne’s THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND appears in THRILLERS: 100 MUST READS, his short story “Even Steven” in ITW’s anthology THRILLER 3: LOVE IS MURDER, and his short story “Bottom Line” in FOR THE SAKE OF THE GAME. He served as editor for and contributed the short story “Splash” to SCWA’s anthology IT’S ALL IN THE STORY.
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Five Stars. Private investigator, Nicole Jamison, pulls out of the parking lot full speed ahead and never gets in the slow lane, while Jake Longly is along for the ride. Afterall, it is her case. Her A-list Hollywood playboy/actor friend from the past finds himself in a locked hotel room with a dead girl in his bed. Guilty? As sin. Put lipstick on the case and move on. That’s sorta Jake’s take on the murder, until Ray, Jake’s cynical father, gets a whiff of suspicion and puts his nose in the middle of the dark side of a New Orleans’ crime syndicate.
Jake has a keen sense of observation which makes this tale entertaining. Situations and personalities trip Jake up and it seems that he’s the guy who can’t get out of the way from himself. The plot cleverly drives along on autopilot and Lyle gives us a vivid stream of humorous and harrowing events set in New Orleans.
A-list is a fast paced who-dunit, with sprinkles of humor, plot twists, and clever narrations behind an evidence bag that seems to be empty. The Jake Longly series is my favorite read, but Jake, you really have to do something about Tammy in your next episode.
Robert Lance
(author, Lottery Rage)
Before we got our Kindles, my wife and I used to share reading mostly murder mystery books, the hardcover $20.00 ones. I had gotten away from that genre but I'm glad my wife didn't and introduced me to Lyle's books. I'm going to have to track down and read his other books, it's worth it.
Review by THE HOLEY ONE
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The main characters are the same as the previous book. Jake is our narrator, but its more of a PI collective with girlfriend, Nicole; BFF Pancake aka Tommy and his dad, Ray who runs Longly investigations making up the team.
Nicole's uncle is a hot-shot Hollywood type and he needs some help. His star man, Kirk Ford is on location filming in New Orleans and there's a dead girl in his bed. The girl is the niece of a New Orleans gangster type and he's not happy. Kirk's in the frame for murder and he's going to pay one way or another.
The Longly team de-camp to New Orleans and do some investigating. Not everything is as it seems.
I like the dynamics of the book and the interactions of the main characters, in particular Jake and Nicole. There's a subtle wit to their exchanges and it makes for one of those easy reader-character relationships that would be diminshed if one of the pair was missing.
New Orleans as a setting, I can take or leave to be honest. I've read a few books set there (James Lee Burke - maybe peripherally from memory), and in truth it doesn't excite me as much as say Chicago or Detroit, plucking a couple of US cities from the air.
The story unfolds with the Longly's investigating and I think at the three-quarter mark I guessed who did it, if not necessarily the exact why they did it. I don't think my realisation spoiled the last quarter, in some ways it's kind of nice to be ahead of the curve.
Humour, characters, story and pacing were good. There's some action and conflict. Pancake dishes out some bruises to get information and there's a good guys - bad guys vibe with some dumb guys hanging in the middle. Lyle has an easy style of writing which keeps you engaged. Setting was so-so. Overall more to like than dislike.
4 from 5
Read - January, 2022
Published - 2017
Page count - 331
Source - review copy from Net Galley. Apparently I bought a copy as well.
Format - Kindle