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A woman with a murky past who kills herself - or was it murder? A spoiled kid awash in gambling debt who thinks he can beat the system. A lovely woman whose life is about to splinter into a thousand fragments. A professional shoplifting ring working for the Mob, racking up millions from stolen goods. A wandering husband, rich and ruthless. A dirty cop so entrenched on the force he is immune to exposure. A sinister gangster, conscienceless and brutal. A lonely widower mourning the death of his lover, desperate for answers, which may be worse than the pain of his loss.

En oväntad julklapp har gjort privatdetektiven Kinsey Millhone misstänksam. Från ingenstans har hon med ens blivit femtusen dollar rikare. Men vem är det egentligen som har satt in pengarna på hennes bankkonto? Mysteriet tätnar då hon plötsligt står anklagad för att ha anlagt en mordbrand på beställning.

Odottamaton joululahja herättää yksityisetsivä Kinsey Millhonen epäilykset. Hänen pankkitililleen on ilmestynyt huomattava rahasumma, ja pian alkaa kuulua syytöksiä korruptiosta. Arvoitus muuttuu hetkessä kriittiseksi, kun Kinseytä syytetään murhapolton tilaamisesta. Joku yrittää selkeästi lavastaa hänet, mutta miksi? Kun ruumiita ja väärennettyjä todisteita alkaa kasaantua, on Kinseyn ryhdyttävä uransa vaikeimpaan ja vaarallisimpaan tehtävään. Tällä kertaa hän työskentelee vain itselleen. Jos hän epäonnistuu, hän menettää kaiken: uransa, vapautensa ja mahdollisesti henkensä.

"Mitt namn är Kinsey Millhone. Jag är privatdetektiv med licens för att bedriva verksamhet i Kalifornien. Jag är trettiotvå år, skild två gånger, inga barn. I förrgår dödade jag en människa och det tynger mig." Nikki Fife har spenderat de senaste åtta åren i fängelse - dömd för mordet på sin make, skilsmässoadvokaten Laurence Fife. Att hon är oskyldig är det ingen som tagit någon notis om. Inte förrän nu. När Nikki äntligen släpps fri är privatdetektiven Kinsey Millhone hennes första stopp på vägen mot upprättelse.

Privatdetektiven Kinsey Millhone har fått ett udda uppdrag. Alvin Limardo vill kontraktera henne för att leverera en check på tjugofemtusen dollar - till en femtonårig pojke vid namn Tony Gahan. Redan från början anar Kinsey oråd. Varför lämnar inte Limardo bara över checken själv? När hennes egen betalning uteblir visar det sig att hennes magkänsla haft alldeles rätt. Limardo är i själva verket bigamisten och fyllkajan John Daggett. Och nu har han lurat Kinsey på fyrahundra dollar.

När tjugotreårige Bobby Callahans bil prejas av vägen och kör rakt ner i en ravin är det ett rent under att han överlever. I kraschen förolyckas hans passagerare - och Bobbys minne går till stora delar förlorat. Nio månader senare är han säker på att händelsen inte var någon olycka. Men vem kan ha velat ta livet av honom? Och kommer de i så fall att försöka igen?

Pengarna har inte direkt rullat in för privatdetektiven Kinsey Millhone den senaste tiden. Hon borde bli överlycklig när ett nytt uppdrag plötsligt dyker upp - istället känner hon sig tveksam. Uppgiften att lokalisera Beverly Danzigers syster, änkan Elaine Boldt, är så enkel att Beverly borde klara det helt på egen hand. Så varför vill hon anlita Kinsey för en sådan struntsak?

An exciting mystery anthology of short stories by assorted writers including Sara Paretsky and Sue Grafton.

"G" Is for Gumshoe: Kinsey Millhone's 33 birthday brings about final renovations to her apartment, a new case, and the top slot on Tyrone Patty's hit list. "H" Is for Homicide To the cops, the death of claims adjuster Parnell Perkins looked like a robbery gone sour; to Kinsey Millhone, it looks strangely suspicious. "I" Is for Innocent Kenneth Voight thought that justice had not been served when David Barney was acquitted in the shooting death of Voight's ex-wife, Isabelle. Five years later, Voight is the plaintiff in a civil suit in which Barney stands accused of Isabelle's wrongful death.

Two dead bodies changed the course of my life that fall. One of them I knew and the other I'd never laid eyes on until I saw him in the morgue. The first was a local PI of suspect reputation. He'd been gunned down near the beach at Santa Teresa. It looked like a robbery gone bad. The other was on the beach six weeks later. He'd been sleeping rough. Probably homeless. No identification. A slip of paper with Millhone's name and number was in his pants pocket. The coroner asked her to come to the morgue to see if she could ID him.

A woman with a murky past who kills herself - or was it murder? A dying old man cared for by the son he pummeled mercilessly. A lovely woman whose life is about to splinter into a thousand fragments. A professional shoplifting ring racking up millions in stolen goods. A brutal and unscrupulous gangster. A wandering husband, rich and powerful. A spoiled kid awash in gambling debt thinking he can beat the system. A lonely widower mourning the death of his lover, desperate for answers that may be worse than the pain of his loss.

Laurence Fife was a slick divorce lawyer and slippery ladies' man. Until someone killed him. The jury believed that it was his pretty young wife Nikki, so they sent her to prison for eight years. Now, Nikki's out on parole and Kinsey Millhone's in for trouble. Nikki hires Kinsey to discover who really killed her husband. But the trail is eight years cold, and at the end is a chilling twist even Kinsey doesn't suspect, a second eight-year-old murder and a brand new corpse.

Everyone knew the kind of girl Jean Timberlake was: wild, looking for trouble. But she certainly wasn't looking for murder. She was found dead on the beach 17 years ago, and an ex-boyfriend named Bailey Fowler was convicted of her murder and imprisoned, and then escaped. Now private eye Kinsey Millhone steps into a case that should have never been closed, in a town where there's no such thing as a private investigation.

Join Kinsey Millhone on her latest venture into the darker side of the human soul, searching for a missing doctor who is loved by all...or is he?

It started with the murder of Kinsey Millhone's sometime drinking buddy, an insurance claims adjuster. But before long Kinsey stumbles onto a massive insurance scam. Going undercover as a wisecracking vamp, Millhone descends into the Los Angeles nether world of machismo and gang hideouts. Her companion, terrified at having crossed the violent crook Raymond Maldonado, is Bibianna Diaz, no Girl Scout herself.

Sue Grafton's X: Perhaps her darkest and most chilling novel, it features a remorseless serial killer who leaves no trace of his crimes. Once again breaking the rules and establishing new paths, Grafton wastes little time identifying this sociopath. The test is whether Kinsey can prove her case against him before she becomes his next victim.

Call it Kinsey Millhone in bad company. Call it a mystery without a murder, a treasure hunt without a map, a quest novel with truly mixed-up motives. Call it the return of Kinsey as a bad girl, quick-witted and quicksilvery, poking her nose into everybody's dirty laundry as she joins up with a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde in an Our Gang comedy that will take her halfway across the country and leave her with a major headache and an empty bank balance.

Sue Grafton is back with her quirky, quintessentially cool detective Kinsey Millhone. Two retired detectives bring a quandary to Kinsey: identify the victim in a cold case murder. When she takes on the quest, it turns into a high-risk hunt for a killer.

A wealthy woman needs to find her sister to settle a will. It looks routine...boring. Still, business is slow and even a private investigator has bills to pay, so Kinsey Millhone takes the case. But this is not routine and the deeper Kinsey digs the trickier things get. The client tries to call Kinsey off, an accusing husband surfaces, and a double murder turns the case sinister.

Two dead bodies changed the course of my life that fall. One of them I knew and the other I'd never laid eyes on until I saw him in the morgue. The first was a local PI of suspect reputation. He'd been gunned down near the beach at Santa Teresa. It looked like a robbery gone bad. The other was on the beach six weeks later. He'd been sleeping rough. Probably homeless. No identification. A slip of paper with Millhone's name and number was in his pants pocket. The coroner asked her to come to the morgue to see if she could ID him.