When Los Angeles P.I. T. J. O'Sullivan is sent to Honolulu by her boss to track down a client's missing daughter, it seems like a simple missing person case. O'Sullivan is excited by the prospect of mixing a little business with some pleasure on the beaches of Waikiki. But the case turns out to be anything but routine. In fact, it becomes a regular mare's nest of extortion, betrayal, and murder.
Only after arriving in Hawaii does T. J. learn from the client his daughter didn't actually go missing. Instead, she has been abducted and is being held for ransom. To make matters worse, while T. J. tries to get a lead on the daughter, she has to fend off the sexual advances of her predatory client. The client gets murdered, and T. J. gets framed. Now she must solve at least one murder to prove her own innocence, resolve a criminal conspiracy involving her dead client's own family, and save herself from the clutches of some serious bad guys.
Larry Darter is a retired police officer turned crime fiction author. He has written three novels in the Los Angeles based Malone Mystery series. More than twenty years of law enforcement experience uniquely positions Larry to write the style of gritty, realistic mystery/thrillers that crime fiction fans love to read.
Having spent the majority of his life as a voracious reader of detective mysteries and police procedurals, Larry is heavily influenced by writers ranging from Raymond Chandler to Robert B. Parker, and Joseph Wambaugh to John Sandford.
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This is the first book in a new series featuring T. J. O’Sullivan, who previously was a supporting character in Cold Comfort, the third novel in the Malone Mysteries series. If you enjoy edge-of-your-seat detective thrillers featuring a woman sleuth as the strong female protagonist, you’ll love Mare’s Nest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Mare's Nest (T. J. O'Sullivan Series, #1)
When I reached her, she was lying face down. I saw a large, bloody gash on the back of her head. I started to bend down and check for a pulse when I heard the beat of the rotors from the helicopter coming at us again. I dropped to a knee beside the woman. While the short barreled Colt revolver was not meant as an anti-aircraft weapon, it was all I had. I sighted on the windscreen of the fast approaching helicopter. I could see the pilot behind it. I squeezed the trigger, emptying the pistol as fast as I could. I didn't know whether I'd hit the pilot, but I had seen bullet holes appear in the windscreen. The machine started to climb rapidly. It screamed overhead. I turned and watched the craft to see if it was going to turn back for another pass.