Amos Walker doesn’t mean to walk into trouble. But sometimes
it finds him, regardless. The missing woman has left a handwritten note that
said, “Don't look for me.” Any PI would take that as a challenge, especially
when he found out that she’d left the same message once before, when having an
But this time it’s different. The trail leads Walker to an
herbal remedies store, where the beautiful young clerk knows nothing about the
dead body in the basement … or about any illegal activity that might be
connected to the corpse. She is, however, interested in Walker’s body, and he
discovers he’s interested in hers as well. But he can’t tarry long, for the
Mafia could be involved … or maybe there’s a connection to the porno film
studio where the missing woman’s former maid now works. But when two Mossad
agents accost Walker—and then are brutally killed—he realizes he’s discovered a
plot far darker run by someone more deadly than either the Detroit Mafia or a
two-bit porn pusher.
Who—or what—could be so viciously murderous? Walker has few
clues, and knows only that with every new murder he is no closer to solving the
case. When he finally gets a break, he recognizes the silken, deadly hand of a
nemesis who nearly killed him twice before … and this time may finish the job.
In Loren D. Estleman’s Don’t
Look for Me, Amos Walker’s up to his neck in dames, drugs, and murder … again. Download and start listening now!