This early Collins book is good. "Murders are simple. Motives are not." The detective, one armed Dan Fortune is an intellgent detective
A Dan Fortune novel.
"A single word, written nine times on a memo pad â Freak, FREAK, freak â underlined, boxed, shadowed, filled in, was the only clue left in the house Ian Campbell had given to his son Alan and his new wife. The young couple had vanished, apparently without cause, a month previous to Campbell's hiring a detective to find them. Alan was Ian's youngest son and the only one of his children working for his computer firm.
Dan Fortune, the one-armed, pragmatic but philosophical New York City private eye, has to fight for his life before he uncovers the motives for Alan Campbell's disappearance and the trail of three murders.
A contemporary mystery novel which takes place in New York City, New Jersey, and Arizona, written with clear character descriptions, constant action, and lots of dialogue, is indeed believable. Who is Sarah, the beautiful model from Flagstaff? Why are motor oil, J.J.'s expensive flashy clothes, and a red Lincoln limo significant pieces of the puzzle?
Dennis Lynds, A.K.A. Michael Collins, writes skillfully in the Dashiell Hammett tradition. Suspense kept me turning pages and a sophisticated but incongruous touch â description of the Mahler symphonies being played in an Arizona mining camp â sent me to my stereo. I like Dan Fortune; his nonfrenzied approach to his work seems a welcome relief after a recent diet of Robert Ludlum and William Diehl tales of world-hopping spy and counter-spy adventures, wherein I frequently lost track of who were the good spies and who were the bad spies and who was on whose side.