Humor and intrigue aside, A.M. Bostwick’s penchant for literary description is spectacular.
My favorite passage opens chapter one:
“Outside the double pane window, leaves grew crispy and dry in the cold autumn wind. Their pigment was fading, transforming to crimson, copper, and gold. The wind shook the leaves loose and they fell below the barren branches. It was a beautiful way to die.”
What a tale! What a detective! What a cat! (Yes, cat. I’m a total sucker for animal narrators.)
Grab a copy of Bostwick’s THE GREAT CAT NAP.