Insatiable Appetites: A Stone Barrington Novel
Stuart Woods
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0451473094
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Stone Barrington returns in this action-packed thriller from the #1 New York Times bestselling author.
It’s a time of unexpected change for Stone Barrington. A recent venture has achieved a great victory, but is immediately faced with a new challenge: an underhanded foe who’s determined to wreak havoc at any cost. Meanwhile, when Stone finds himself responsible for distributing the estate of a respected friend and mentor, the process unearths secrets that range from merely surprising to outright alarming. And when a lethal beauty from Stone’s past resurfaces, there’s no telling what chaos will follow in her wake…
Ever a master of keeping cool under pressure, Stone might have his work cut out for him this time…because when grand ambitions collide with criminal inclinations, the results may be more deadly than he could have anticipated.
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Deathbed about the check marks. When word gets out, collectors all over the world are going to be taking a magnifying glass to their canvas frames.” “Anything I can do to help in all this?” “Just keep your mouth shut for the time being. I’ll let you know when to turn it over to the art squad.” “Whatever you say.” Their dinner arrived, and they pronounced it pretty good. Riding home in Dino’s departmental armored SUV, Dino took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can think of another.
Dolce closed the glass partition between them and the driver. “You’re going to love it out there,” she said. Pietro was waiting in front of the house when they pulled up, and he took their luggage upstairs. “Wow!” the priest said, looking around. “Come, I’ll give you the tour,” Dolce said. She started with her father’s study. “This is my dream library,” Frank said, scanning the titles on the shelves. “Your father and I even have a lot of the same books.” “Let me show you the art,” she said,.
His original work. Then he said he had done many forgeries in recent years, and he told me how he had marked them. He said, ‘Believe me when I tell you, it’s the forgeries that will make me immortal.’” “Did you believe him?” “I didn’t know whether to or not. He was getting tired, so I said my final goodbyes and left.” “Do you know where his girlfriend is?” “I believe she’s living downtown at Charles’s place. He bought a disused commercial building in SoHo twenty years ago. He lived and worked.
Track and proceeded slowly, branches on either side scraping against the car. After a quarter of a mile or so the little road widened and became paved with granite cobblestones, winding through a corridor of old oak trees until he passed through a high, wrought-iron gate and into a forecourt before a large brick house of the Federal style—three stories, the corners and windows trimmed in limestone. The place practically gleamed with good care and fresh paint. As he came to a halt the front door.
Reason I know his name is that Mr. Hills has appointed him as the agent for the sale of his belongings after his death. He has no heirs. Is there anything else?” “I would like to come and visit with Mr. Hills,” Morris said. “I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Pettigrew replied. “Mr. Hills does not receive visitors, and as you may surmise from my call, he does not speak to strangers.” “This is in connection to a homicide investigation.” “Sergeant, I can assure you that Mr. Hills has no knowledge.