I’m Max Callahan, P.I. That stands for Private Investigator if you’re not hip to the detective game like me. You might be more familiar with my uncle Dirty Harry....
"MONA!" bellowed Maverick Moody, on an otherwise tranquil Tuesday morning. "MONA! The children have sent something. I think it's a bomb."
Mrs Moody shuffled in...
"Glück’s voice was shaped by bedtime stories narrated to her by her father, a Hungarian immigrant to the USA, who helped invent the X-Acto knife. The influence shows: her writing is as knife-sharp, incisive, and clean as a bone."
"My excess baggage had resulted in a handbag full of hostile playdates: a downcast novella, one teaspoon of sanitizer, two broken chargers, a single shoe from a pair of Doc Martens, and a beanie.”
"It’s quite fine, you suddenly notice—the panoramic view, the Calacatta marble, the artwork, the baby grand. It is what you’d always wanted, but you don’t cherish it one bit."