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Desert Run: A Lena Jones Mystery #4

Things are never easy for Scottsdale private eye Lena Jones. Her partner in Desert Investigations, Jimmy Siswan, is leaving for an upscale wife and a job at Sun Microsystems. Her old Captain at the Scottsdale PD is off home to Brooklyn. She’s doing security for Warren Quinn, director of a documentary being shot at Papago […] Read More →

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Dry Heat: A David Mapstone Mystery #3

Half a century after the unsolved murder of an FBI agent, the victim’s missing badge is found on the body of a dead transient. The case seems a perfect fit for David Mapstone, history-professor-turned-Maricopa-County-deputy-sheriff. That is, if he can get past a forced partnership with rival cold-case expert Sgt. Kate Vare and the FBI’s strange […] Read More →

Eagles I Have Known

My maternal grandfather, Frank S. Smerchek, was an Eagle, a Sokol. Although most sources say “Sokol” means “falcon” rather than Eagle. But we knew him as an eagle. His parents migrated from Moravia in the 1800s.

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Effigies: A Faye Longchamp Mystery #3

Faye Longchamp and Joe Wolf Mantooth have traveled to Neshoba County, Mississippi, to help excavate a site near Nanih Waiya, the sacred mound where tradition says the Choctaw nation was born.When farmer Carroll Calhoun refuses the archaeologists’ request to investigate an ancient Native American mound, Faye and her colleagues are disappointed. But his next action […] Read More →

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First, Do No Harm

The past comes rearing up to bite the next generation when a son digs too deep into his family’s past…. Martin Firestone can’t figure why his father, the eccentric painter Leo Firestone, is throwing a fit. All Martin did was tell his dad he’d been accepted to medical school. Then, Leo tells Martin a story […] Read More →

Forgotten at the Grocery

Today my co-writer Eric Mayer, or as we usually call him the silent partner, emerges from the shadows to guest blog. Take it away, Eric! — Mary Reed This time it was the three bean salad. It’s always something. The awful realization hits me when I’m halfway home, or hauling the bags out of the […] Read More →