Blood Into Wine (A Dead Cold Mystery Book 15)
β Scribed by Blake Banner
- Book ID
- 111376761
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 91 KB
- Series
- Dead Cold #15
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07N8W1QLN
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β¦ Synopsis
The weather was freezing, but the case wasnβt cold, it was too hot. It looked open and shut: Dr Agnes Shine had shot Dr Jose Robles eight times with a Sig Sauer Tacops p226, while they were drinking Californian wine in her living room; then sheβd disappeared. But Assistant DA Costas Varufakis didnβt like it and he was leaning on Deputy Inspector John Newman of the 43rd Precinct to have somebody look a bit deeper. That somebody was Detectives John Stone, and his partner Carmen Dehan.
And when they started to look, everything looked wrong: the motive was wrong, the weapon was wrong, the location was wrong β even Assistant DA Varufakis was wrong. But when they discover the nature of Roblesβ relationship with Dr Alicia Cobos, and when the forensic team discover Roblesβ deleted Telegram app, thing go from wrong to very, very dark.
Yet the two question on Stoneβs mind are: Is it all smoke and mirrors? And where is Dr Agnes Shine?
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