Burke Parker is found dead in a local hotel room but no one is mourning his demise. Locals describe him as a loudmouth alcoholic. His wife Lilly and daughter Maryann are just glad that they no longer have to suffer under Burke’s tyrannical abuse. There’s only one question in everyone’s mind: Did someone finally kill the obnoxious abusive alcoholic or did the drink finally do him in? Private detective Tom “Hawkman” Casey aims to find out.

REVIEW

Tom "Hawkman" Casey is on the job again... although he never expected this one. He and his wife Jennifer are looking forward to their son, Sam, coming home from college for the summer. They never suspected that his gesture of good will would land him in the middle of a murder investigation surrounding childhood friend Maryann Parker, her mother and a mysterious Native American.

I haven't even read the first six books and I am already a Hawkman fan! Extremely well written, I was never at a loss for occurrences in previous books. Touching on characters from previous novels and giving references to events that happened before were brilliantly yet subtly woven into the book. This is not to say that the book was bogged down with describing history either because it wasn't. A tightly woven murder mystery complete with the wholesome Casey family, who could want more? Perfectly contained in its own story, Cause For Murder is a must read but I would recommend starting with number one! This author isn't to be missed.

Reviewed by: C.C LIGHTHOUSE LITERARY REVIEWS
5.0 out of 5 stars

EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE

Hawkman sat in the living room in one of the swivel chairs overlooking Copco Lake. His legs were stretched out on the ottoman as he tried to read the paper, but Jennifer kept running the vacuum around him, making him move. “Honey, for crying out loud, it’s only Sam, not the president coming home. Like most kids, he won’t hang around long enough to notice whether the place is clean or not.”

She shut off the noise maker and put a hand on her hip. “Hawkman, if it weren’t for women, men would live in pigsties. And not only that, there wouldn’t be any birthday celebrations, no Easter bunny, no tooth fairies and probably no Christmas if it were left up to the male population.”

He looked at her with furrowed brows. “What brought that on? I didn’t say anything about holidays. I just wanted to read the morning paper in peace.”

She waved her hand and flipped on the vacuum. Hawkman finally exited to the deck. He’d no more gotten comfortable on a lounge chair than Pretty Girl let out several loud squawks from the aviary.

Hawkman glanced at the falcon. “Good Lord, what’s with you females today? Can’t a man have a little peace and quiet?”

The bird finally fluffed her wings and settled on the perch. Hawkman continued to read the local news, and spotted an article about a Mr. Burke Parker from Yreka found dead in a motel room. An autopsy would be performed.

The name rang a bell and Hawkman rubbed his chin. Reading down a few paragraphs, he spotted the list of survivors and it brought the name into focus. Parker’s daughter, Maryann, was one of Sam’s high school classmates and they now attended the same university. He raised his gaze to the lake and speculated on why Parker would be in a motel room.