Epitaph for a Dead Beat (Harry Fannin Mysteries) by David Markson

By David Markson

Before reaching severe acclaim as a novelist, David Markson paid the lease by way of writing a number of crime novels, together with that includes the non-public detective Harry Fannin. jointly the following in a single quantity, those works at the moment are on hand to a brand new iteration of readers.

In Epitaph for a Tramp, Fannin is not known as out to enquire a homicide — it occurs on his doorstop. within the sweltering warmth of a brand new York August evening, he solutions the buzzer at his door to discover his promiscuous ex-wife demise from a knife wound. to discover her killer, Fannin plies his alternate with vintage hard-boiled aplomb. within the moment novel, Epitaph for a lifeless Beat, Fannin unearths himself knee-deep in homicide one of the beatniks and bohemians of the early Nineteen Sixties, the place blood turns out to stream as without problems as affordable Chianti.

Intricately plotted and rife with wisecracks, David Markson deals suspenseful and literary crime novels.

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Grant raised a bushy eyebrow at the mention of the name. “Be sneaky if I waited until you were gone,” I told him. Fosburgh came on. ” He chortled into the wire. “I should have phoned, but I thought you might find him amusing. It’s all strictly on the up and up, you know. Thaddeus Grant was one of my first clients, left a considerable sum in trust for Ulysses last autumn. Surprising in a way, since they hadn’t seen each other in twenty years. On the other hand he’d been supporting Ulysses all that time.

It was not the first time I had found a corpse. But I generally have some vague professional notion when there might be one around. Like the vague notion a steel worker has that one of those high girders might be slippery. It’s the same fall. You just don t expect to take it off a trolley on the way home from work. The bag was crushed and empty when I finally got across. She had not made a sound. “She’s been shot, Fern—” “But—” She shivered once, looking past me toward the bedroom. “But I— Oh, dear God, are you sure?

A woman bought this,” she said. ” She slouched to the front windows. The blinds were separated and she stood with her back toward me in the shadows. There was nothing to look at out there. Her hair glinted, highlighted by a streetlamp down below. “I guess I know without asking,” she said. “Are they always so rotten? ” I didn’t say anything, but I did not care if she talked. I could not think of many things she could do or say that I would mind. I might have wished it were another night, when she would not be so vulnerable, but there was nothing I could do about that.

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