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A legendary sports agent is found floating at the Palm Beach docks. Official conclusion: he was drunk, fell into the Intracoastal, and drowned. But Crawford and Ott aren’t buying it. Not for one second. Suspects? Take your pick: A 375-pound ex-football player whose wife had become far too friendly with the agent? A beautiful client—mistress to a fearsome Russian billionaire—with whom the line between business and pleasure had become hopelessly blurred? The libidinous agent's own girlfriend, strung along by continued promises of marriage once his alleged divorce was finalized?

Crawford and Ott are accused of cold-blooded murder… Crawford’s brother, Cam, comes to town and makes a royal mess of things… Dominica’s steppin’ out on Charlie… And just who is this new sheriff in town? Is she trying to help Crawford and Ott or hang 'em?

A brutally murdered Palm Beach society matron with a Harley-Davidson logo tattooed on her upper thigh... A racy website which caters to the most powerful, influential, married men in Palm Beach... An acclaimed female Hollywood producer who’s got a thing for young studs... And if homicide detective Charlie Crawford didn’t have his hands full… a hit is ordered on him!

Charlie Crawford’s ex-wife, Jill, is the target of her abusive husband’s cruel rage and would love to have Charlie back. Meanwhile, a very rich man is being held captive in his own home and unless he comes up with twenty million dollars quick, he’s a very rich very dead man.

There’s a dangerous cult in Palm Beach. All about philanthropy and altruism, they say. All about sex and money, Crawford and Ott say. Then there’s a brutal stabbing…make that sex, money, and MURDER!

A Palm Beach real estate scam has sucked in investors from around the world. And when one of the scammers is taken out by a deadly drone, the suspect list is long. As Crawford explains to his boss, Norm Rutledge: “We got Chinese, we got Iranians, we got not one but two Indian chiefs. We got car salesmen, we got real-estate developers, we got accountants, we got ex-girlfriends, we got executive assistants, we got mafiosi, we got Triads—” he glanced back at Ott—“I leave anybody out, Mort?”

Darkest Before The Dawn is the latest adventure in the Sgt. Winston Windflower mystery series, the popular Maritime tales about a Mountie who finds himself with a new family and a new life in tiny Grand Bank, Newfoundland. Ghosts, mysterious deaths, and a new, perplexing character confront Windflower, Tizzard and the other police officers in Grand Bank as they unearth secrets that have been lying hidden in the sleepy hamlet for decades.

When a woman plunges to her death from the penthouse of a Palm Beach hotel, Detective Charlie Crawford rushes to the scene. Arriving at the hotel, one thing is clear: she definitely did not jump. A few days later, Crawford catches a break: seems there was a wild party at the hotel the night of the woman's murder.

After a bloody gang shoot-out a thousand miles away, Reed finds out one of the victims is the father he's never laid eyes on. At the funeral, he meets the rest of the family: A feral band of badass desperadoes, outlaws and killers.

When a Silicon Valley wonderboy whose company just tanked is found dead in a gruesome pose, Detective Charlie Crawford and his partner Mort Ott swing into action. Only problem is the crime scene is scrubbed clean, and leads…not a one. This comes the day after the cold-blooded murder of an owner of Palm Beach’s most exclusive health club. Who said the high walls and privacy hedges of Palm Beach make it one of the safest places in the world?