Triple-crown winner of mystery’s most coveted awards—the Edgar, the Anthony, and the Shamus—Rick Riordan and his Texas-style take on the crime novel have never been bigger or darker than in this latest Tres Navarre thriller. This time Navarre faces a killer as unstoppable as a force of nature.... read more
Newly married and about to be a father, Tres gives up the dangerous life of a private detective. But while honeymooning on Rebel Island, he discovers a dead body that triggers memories of his own shady past.
“Hey, little bro, you can't blame me for that. Is there any place in Texas where you don't stumble across some cop you've pissed off?”Garrett Navarre
“You don't argue with a no-legged man who wants a margarita.”Tres Navarre
“At least Jesse Longoria was having a worse vacation than I was. He'd been shot once at close range.”Tres Navarre
“With a homicide magnet like you? A girl can't help but have a good time.”Maia Lee
“A man's better off without his baggage.”Mr. Eli
“Margarita of the gods. No salt. Cuervo white. Mexician triple sec. My brother disagrees with me about every ingredient. Thinks I'm a damn cretin.”Garrett Navarre
“Almost always, there was something interesting to be found in anyone's personal space. . . I called it the jalapeno factor: You had to have that little slice of spice on the nacho.”Tres Navarre
“Being a witness, a victim, a participant in some terrible event seems to give you some of the qualities of a priest confessor. Instead of people comforting you, people look to you for comfort and understanding, as if you, by virtue of your trials, have gained some insight the rest of the world sorely needs. A capacity to endure.”Tres Navarre
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“Shit, Garrett. You couldn’t even start to guess.” “That stuff about Calavera. If you had anything to do with that—I mean, you would tell me, right?” Alex’s expression was hard to read—fear, maybe even shame. “You remember Mr. Eli’sHighlighted by 4 Kindle customers
didn’t ask if Imelda and Jose were in the country illegally. In South Texas, she’d learned, that was like asking someone what denomination of Christian they were. It hardly mattered.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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