D Is for Deadbeat

âe~My name is Kinsey Millhone. Iâe(tm)m a private investigator . . . female, single and self-employed, with a constitutional inability to work for anyone else. Iâe(tm)m a purist when it comes to justice, but Iâe(tm)ll lie at the drop of a hat. Inconsistency has never troubled me . . .âe(tm) It was late October, the day before Halloween. He introduced himself as Alvin Limardo. The job he hired Kinsey to do seemed easy enough . . . until his cheque bounced. His real name was Dagett. John Dagett. Ex-con. Inveterate liar. Chronic drunk. And dead. The cops called it an accident âe" death by drowning. Kinsey wasnâe(tm)t so sure. The man, it seemed, had a lot of enemies . . . âe~Heart-pounding, totally mesmerizing suspenseâe(tm) New York Times