Lloyd Biggle Jr : 16 books

?My missing person did not hunt, fish, or engage in any type of sport that one would do in a Louisiana fishing village. And after a cursory look at what was called Pointe Nueve, I doubted a decent antique could be found to buy in the entire collection of rusty, metal-roofed buildings. At least I knew...

"The year was 1900, the place was London, and the night, an unusually warm one for September, began and ended with horrors. I was caught up in them almost without warning as I turned into a narrow, poorly lit, cobbled lane and instinctively slowed my pace. Ahead of me, where the passage took a sudden...