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378 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 25, 2017












However horrible murder may be for its victims and their loved ones, it does create employment...
The New York TimesThis is one of the stories that Lanyon was inspired by when crafting this delightful romp of a crime whopper. It covers the 1985 Death Mask Murders. A foreign fashion student has been burnt in a sadomasochistic ritual orchestrated by an art dealer and his assistant. In this book, we have Shepherd and Barnaby, gallery owners who are being investigated for fraud by Art Crimes FBI agent, Jason West.
There Was Something Creepy About The Gallery
June 21, 1992
“Deliberately terrible,” Jason said. “Like a caricature. Like someone painted them as a joke. Except for the fact that they represent murder scenes.”While this is ongoing, a journalist for the LA Valley Voice, Shipka, has gained an unhealthy curiosity for West's exploits. So much so that he interferes with West's investigation, insisting that the latest killing is linked to a murder that occurred 20 years prior.
Jason said nothing. There was nothing he could say without sounding exactly like what Sam clearly feared. Unprofessional. Emotional. Immature. Something. He felt incredibly, embarrassingly hurt. And foolish—which hurt even more than the ice-cold realization that Sam had never had any intention of pursuing their…whatever the hell it was.Break my heart, why don't you. Through it all we wonder why Kennedy is so reticent, why he's so against the idea of pursuing anything with West. But he stiffens at the idea of West moving on. He goes out of his way to help West escape the scrutiny of local law enforcement when he falls under their microscope for a crime he's suspected of committing. Why, Kennedy, why.

