In hindsight, I marvel at how clueless I was . . . What I ask myself even now is whether I should have picked up the truth any faster than I did, which was not nearly fast enough. A glamorous redhead wants to locate the son she put up for adoption thirty-two years ago - an easy two hundred bucks for P. I. Kinsey Millhone. But when Kinsey finds she was paid with marked bills, and her client is nowhere to be found, it becomes clear the mystery woman has something to hide . . . Meanwhile, in helping the widow of an old friend - the recently murdered P. I. Pete Wolinksy - with some paperwork, Kinsey uncovers a link between the late investigator and an unhinged man with a history of ruining lives. As Kinsey investigates this sociopath further, she soon becomes his next target. Now Kinsey must prove her case against him, before she becomes his next victim.'Kinsey Millhone is up there with the giants of the private-eye genre . . . Exhilarating'
Times Literary Supplement 'Brilliant . . . Heaven knows what we'll do when Grafton gets to Z'
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