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Dead in Red
Five Star Publishing: Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1-59414-640-3
ISBN 13: 978-1-59414-640-4
Release Date: June 2008
Sometimes it seems like murder and mayhem follow Jeff Resnick, challenging his psychic "sixth sense" to solve crimes. Since the vicious mugging that changed his life, he's tried to keep his unwanted gift in check. But when a bartender at his favorite watering hole is murdered, visions of a sparkling red woman's high-heeled shoe and a pair of bloody hands linger in his mind--and hit too close to home.
When Jeff's older brother, Richard, last helped him with an investigation, it nearly cost him his life. Still, Richard is determined to tag along as Jeff is drawn into the seamy world of foot fetishes and drag queens to find the murderer before another life is taken. |
"Bartlett’s hero is complicated and mesmerizing, making for a gripping and energizing mystery."
--Booklist
"Bartlett has a deft touch and makes psychic abilities very real."
--Library Journal
"A hearty welcome back to Jeff Resnick!
Bartlett offers us a well-written, interesting tale with something I
yearn for in my reading -- a story that is unique and fresh. I will
be recommending DEAD IN RED to all my friends."
-- Judy Clemens, author of THE DAY WILL COME, and the rest of the
Stella Crown mystery series
DEAD IN RED Excerpt
“I’m praying you wrap this up before we head for Europe, or that I can talk you out of pursuing it. Brenda will be heartbroken if we have to cancel our flight,” Richard said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I can’t leave you here to figure this out alone. If I hadn’t pushed you out of the way back in March—” He stopped himself.
He was talking about the gunshot that nearly killed him. “Don’t go there, Rich. It was my fault you got hurt. If I hadn’t gotten you involved—”
“So this time you want to go it alone—no backup—and get killed.”
Pain seared through my head as I flashed again on the dripping, bloody hands. “That isn’t going to happen.”
“You dig too deep and whoever killed Walt Kaplan is going to come after you.”
“It won’t go that far. I won’t let it.”
“Yeah, like you have any control over other people and how they react.” He snatched up his glass, slopped scotch on the deck. “Why don’t you just let the police handle it?”
“Because they arrested the wrong person.”
“Just because you have some kind of insight doesn’t mean you have all the answers.”
“I never claimed to. Look, why are you so angry?”
“Because, goddamnit, I don’t want to lose you.” He forked a steak with unnecessary force and flipped it. It sizzled as it hit the grill. “The thing is, you like all this intrigue. You revel in it.”
“I do not. Tom asked me to look into Walt’s death. The insight kicked in and now I’m trapped. It’ll keep happening—”
“Until it stops,“ he finished.
“Yeah.” |
