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F R O M M Y P E N T O Y O U
M A C E F R A N K L Y N M Y S T E R I E S . B O O K T W O
Returning Fire
A serial killer who should have stayed buried.
M Y S T E R Y . T H R I L L E R
H I D D E N P A S T P U R S U I T E X P O S U R E
T H E S T O R Y
It was supposed to be simple: a gala opening, a high-stakes client introduction, then dinner with the one person who still made the world feel steady. But before the night could even settle, bodies began to drop — quietly at first, then all at once — and the room's glittering certainty curdled into panic.
Something impossible was moving through the crowd. The pattern, the precision, the signature — they all pointed to the Vulcan, a serial killer who should have stayed buried. To chase that truth, Mace has to drag his own secrets into the light, and he can't afford what exposure would cost. And when Mace realizes he's the next mark, he finally sees what's really happening — and how little time he has before he's erased.
S E T T I N G
A gala gone wrong
S E R I E S
Mace Franklyn Mysteries · Book Two
C H O O S E Y O U R F O R M A T
EACH FORMAT OPENS THE AMAZON LISTING IN A NEW WINDOW
R E A D E R P R O O F
"Mace is in trouble — not an unusual situation for him. The story begins with an explosion resulting in many casualties. An action thriller with a full ration of romance. Characters are engrossing with well-defined personalities, with Mace unable to remember something from his past that may be important to the investigation."
A M A Z O N R E A D E R R E V I E W
N O I R C R I M E . D A R K H U M O R
Faces
In rain-slick New Jersey, broke plumber Lenny Wrench is handed the dirtiest job of his life: become Louie Spano, a mob boss desperate to disappear. With the right haircut, suit, an
R E L A T E D B O O K S
M Y S T E R Y . T H R I L L E R
Duplicity's Child
F.J. Harmon's Mace Franklyn is haunted by the ghosts of a ruined FBI career and a marriage he shattered, and he wants both
I N T E R N A T I O N A L . T H R I L L E R
Revenge For What Is Sacred
For some, religion is not faith at all — it is camouflage, a holy mask worn to hide a raw hunger for power. Mukhtar Sheik Mohammed
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