
"SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT" #12 by Betty Sullivan La Pierre
Betty Sullivan La Pierre, Mystery/Suspense Author | MySpace Video
Publisher:
SynergEbooksRelease Date:
November 4, 2009Length:
347 pages (Print) 162 (E-Book)Ebook ISBN:
0744318602Paperback ISBN:
1439258740Visit the Author's website
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Tom Casey, Private Investigator, better known as Hawkman, was hired by George and Maggie Hampton to investigate the deaths of their friends living in Morning Glory Haven. The facility houses people capable of independent living, along with those who need twenty-four hour assistance.
Maggie resides in the independent section, but her health requires more concern than she feels she should bestow upon her diabetic husband suffering from bad knees.
Hawkman takes on the case and feels the couple might be over exaggerating the thought their friends were murdered. He figured people living in these homes passed away due to natural causes, maybe he could put the Hampton’s at ease.
As Hawkman delves into the case, he finds he couldn’t have been more wrong. There were definitely murders taking place. It baffled him to think someone would kill people who were in the last stages of their lives. ‘SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT’ leads you down a trail you never thought possible.
REVIEW
Hawkman does it again in this fun read by talented author Betty Sullivan LaPierre. Shadows in the Night is set in a senior home called Morning Glory Haven. His new client's wife Maggie loves it there, but she and her husband are alarmed about how many of their friends have died in their sleep recently.
Hawkman sets up his investigation and a schedule of protection for Maggie, the client's wife. But Maggie is hard to handle and loves to have her own way. Her actions could put her in danger. The person who might be a killer is well hidden and this seems to be one of the toughest cases Hawkman has had yet.
Lots going on in this seniors home with staff and residents who are very individualistic in their outlooks. You will enjoy meeting them and get a sense that this is not only a place for seniors, but a place anyone of any age would enjoy living.
I'm pleased to recommend this fun read to anyone who enjoys mysteries or a good read full of great characters. Once you've read this one, you'll be looking for this author's other works. They're all good reads. Enjoy. I certainly did.
Reviewed by: Anne K. Edwards
EXCERPT
Monday morning Hawkman arrived at the office in Medford, and had just put the coffee on to brew when he heard a loud banging. It sounded like it came from the stairwell. When it quit, he figured the noise had traveled from somewhere on the block. Then it started again and he swore he could feel the vibration in the floor. His curiosity finally got the best of him and he opened the door. An old man with flighty white hair, dressed in a long black overcoat, stood at the bottom of the steps with his cane raised to strike the bannister.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Hawkman yelled.
The fellow shaded his eyes and looked up. “I should have called you on the phone. I can’t climb stairs, and I don’t have the time or energy to go find another private investigator. I need to talk. So you’re going to have to come down here.”
Hawkman grinned. “Sure. Want some coffee?”
The old fellow leaned on the staff and nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Cream or sugar?”
“Black.”
After pouring a couple of cups, Hawkman went down the stairs and handed him a steaming mug. The old codger sat on one of the lower steps, so Hawkman leaned against the hand rail, and studied his face. “What’s your name?”
“George Hampton.”
Hawkman held out his hand. “Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Hampton.”
After they shook, he looked up at Hawkman with sparkling, yet faded blue eyes. “Let’s not start that formal stuff; call me George. I know you as Hawkman.” He raised the mug, took a sip of the hot liquid and continued. “Granted, it’s your nickname. Your real tag is Tom Casey, but I like Hawkman better, so that’s what I intend to call ya.” He pointed to the sign at the top of the stairs. “I’ve kept my eye on you ever since you came into this town and hung your shingle above the doughnut shop.”

