The Reporter (Maxi Poole Mysteries)
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Who killed Jack Nathanson, the Academy Award-winning director? Plenty of people had motives, including his old Chicago friend whom Jack screwed out of a production deal, and Meg Davis, a seriously disturbed former child star, who may have been sexually abused by Jack during filmings. Not to mention every one of his four ex-wives. But when Maxi Poole, Jack's third wife and Hollywood reporter of Channel 6 News, joins up with the police, they soon realise the murder is not a crime of passion. Now, with Maxi herself a moving target, Jack's housekeeper and latest wife soon become victims of a very angry person. And Jack's secret mistress, who had a longer shelf life than any of his wives, but less to show for the trouble, is about to take the spotlight.
he’d thought it would be safer for his mother than living alone. “It’s no bother,” Maxi insisted. “I have a comfortable guest room, and I’d like to have you with me.” When he still hesitated, she said, “Ron, I want to do it for Carlotta, okay?” “Okay, Maxi. I really appreciate—” “You can get a cab to my house,” she said, cutting him off. She spelled out her address. “Or will you be renting a car?” “Uh… yeah, I guess,” he replied uncertainly. Poor kid, Maxi thought; it hasn’t sunk in yet.
minefield, but he’d persisted—he needed to see her, he said, for no other reason than he missed her. “No questions, no plans, no talking about what’s going on or what we should do,” he promised. “Let’s just get together, go to a great restaurant, have a terrific dinner, and enjoy each other—what do you say?” She couldn’t resist. And he was being faithful to his word. They kept the chat impersonal. They discussed George W. and the economy. They talked about books, movies, theater, their
The stab wounds that nearly killed my dog were made with the same weapon that killed Carlotta— Meg Davis’s Black Sabbat cross!” 35 Meg, Sally, and Alex were silent on the drive home from Sybil Brand. As the sun lightened the early-morning sky, Sally felt that it heralded a new dawn for her small family. She and Alex would not remain separated; they loved and needed each other. And Meggie would get the help she needed—Sally was prepared now to have her legally committed. Alex had guided the
the move, give us a shout, huh?” Johnson grinned. “Very funny,” Cabello grunted. “If she finds the damn thing after our guys tore the place apart she can have my job.” “Who’d want it?” Johnson scoffed, his gaze scanning the Homicide section with its ninety-plus desks laden with dirty coffee mugs, stacks of newspapers, mountains of files, and the occasional picture of a spouse or kids whom the sweating men and women who worked there rarely saw. “Yah, she’d love the overtime deal, huh?” Cabello
every time he gave up smoking); and my former managing editor Pete Noyes, who was known to punch out a reporter for burying the lead (before they put you in jail for that). Together these two inspired my character, Maxi’s boss, Pete Capra. Thanks, guys, and don’t get mad. I owe The Reporter and Maxi Poole’s very life to my editor Sara Ann Freed, the sage of the Mysterious Press, who never let up on me for one single minute and still made me love her madly. Special thanks to the irrepressible