PORTRAIT OF A PRIVATE COP... "Call me Mac... I'm just a guy. I go around and get in jams and then try to figure a way out of them. I don't make very much money and most people insult me one way or another... I'm a fairly good shot with small arms, show-thiinking but thorough, and very dirty in a clinch." Mac gets into a jam this time even when he turns a job down. And all because of a book, an ex-gangster's patrician wife, and a red-headed cabaret doll. When all the blood is washed off and the smoke clears away, Mac has a murderer pinned down—but he doesn't earn much more than a reputation as the most indestrictible man in the business. "Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" — Bill Pronzini "Mac has been called one of the most believable and humane PI's in crime fiction. He is reluctant to use either his gun or his fists, but will do so when the situation demands it, or in self-defense; he doesn't merely solve his clients' cases, but provides moral support and sympathy as well; and perhaps most notable of all, Mac feels, and is not afraid to show itópain, loss, sorrow, loneliness." —thrillingdetective.com

"Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" — Bill PronziniIn his second adventure, Mac is hired to tail a mother and her two kids on the train from Chicago to Los Angeles. All is going well until he is thrown off of the train—while it's moving at high speed!"Mac has been called one of the most believable and humane PI's in crime fiction. He is reluctant to use either his gun or his fists, but will do so when the situation demands it, or in self-defense; he doesn't merely solve his clients' cases, but provides moral support and sympathy as well; and perhaps most notable of all, Mac feels, and is not afraid to show itópain, loss, sorrow, loneliness." —thrillingdetective.com

"Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" — Bill Pronzini The naked lady was very beautiful and very dead. The police found that she had circled Mac's name in her phone book—yet Mac couldn't remember her! What's a poor investigator to do—but investigate? "A solidly satisfactory story—fast, believable, well-characterized, a nice balance of restraint and overt violence." — The New York Times

Book by Dewey, Thomas B.

A wealthy young woman tricks Mac into helping her slip away from her bodyguards, but soon needs his help when she becomes the chief suspect in a murder case

Nobody knew the trouble she'd been in—until it caught up with her. And then it was murder! "Mac is one of our best private eyes." — San Francisco Chronicle "Thomas B. Dewey is one of detective fiction's severely underrated writers!" — Bill Pronzini "Mac has been called one of the most believable and humane PI's in crime fiction. He is reluctant to use either his gun or his fists, but will do so when the situation demands it, or in self-defense; he doesn't merely solve his clients' cases, but provides moral support and sympathy as well; and perhaps most notable of all, Mac feels, and is not afraid to show itópain, loss, sorrow, loneliness." —thrillingdetective.com

A brutal murder exposes a web of vice and extortion.

Mac, a private detective, is hired to locate a missing singer who left a mysterious, locked suitcase for his girlfriend to safeguard

A slightly shady congressmen... His sulky 18-year-old daughter... A dead bodyguard... And blackmail! It's all in a day's work for Mac, the Chicago detective. Another classic entry in the detective series that could have been ripped from today's headlines—but written in 1964. #11 in the classic series.

Suicide a shut-and-opened case. The beautiful heiress had done a foolproof job on herself. After a large dose of sleeping pills, she'd slashed her wrists, then climbed into the tub and drowned. Only her fiancé said suicide was impossible and begged Mac to help, at any price. And when Mac started to investigate, he found that even the police weren't so sure of suicide - if the cop on his tail was any indication. And there were other oddities - huge periodic withdrawals in the dead woman's bankbook; the homosexual artist who said he'd loved her; the seamy world of the slums where she'd made secret visits for years. Each clue Mac uncovered sketched out a case that was anything open and shut - and a portrait of a dead heiress who had led two lives.