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THE DEADLY PUZZLE
A brilliant, renowned chemist, Dr. Frederick Rhineman's fascination with genetics is surpassed only by his obsession with intricate puzzles and revenge. His most recent work with pathogens and ethnic heredity has resulted in discovering a formula that can pinpoint people of a specific nationality and eliminate them.When Rhineman unexpectedly dies of a massive heart attack, his secretary fulfills his last directive. She mails sixteen four to foreign dignitaries of the world's most volatile countries and twelve to the people Rhineman most hated. Each letter contains clues, a puzzle leading to a ten-million-dollar secret cache, and the lethal chemical formula. One of the letter recipients is an ex-marine turned private detective, Jack Wayde.As the inevitable killing spree ensues, Wayde’s unwittingly drawn into the deadly competition. The circle of suspects is quickly Wayde must prevent the formula from falling into the wrong hands and find out who the other puzzle piece holders are, three of whom are women, before they find and kill him.
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310 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2013
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Donahue B. Silvis
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Donahue B. Silvis is an alumnus of the renowned Pasadena Playhouse. He graduated from Florida Atlantic University majoring in film study and creative writing.
As a member of Screen Actors Guild (SAG), he has worked in movies as an actor and screenwriter. Donahue has written six novels, four screenplays and one illustrated children's book. Now retired, he continues writing and promoting his novels and screenplays, while residing in Naples, Florida with his wife, Katie.
dbsilvisauthor.com
Donahue B. Silvis is an alumnus of the renowned Pasadena Playhouse. He graduated from Florida Atlantic University majoring in film study and creative writing.
As a member of Screen Actors Guild (SAG), he has worked in movies as an actor and screenwriter. Donahue has written six novels, four screenplays and one illustrated children's book. Now retired, he continues writing and promoting his novels and screenplays, while residing in Naples, Florida with his wife, Katie.
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June 16, 2018
Jake Wayde, Pvt. Detective, goes by Wayde, is the main character. Wayde winds up in the middle of a crazy life or death fiasco. A man that loves puzzles, is very rich and vengeful dies. This death sets in motion a series of events beyond anyone’s imagination.
Wayde is right in the middle of these events. He has no idea why. Wayde is fully aware people are after him. His goal is to stay alive and get to the root of not only his troubles. Many other people seem to be in the same boat. They all look to Wayde for help..
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Wayde. I know you got a piece of the puzzle.” “What puzzle?” Is a conversation Wayde has more than once.
Wayde’s friend Tiny is able to watch Wayde’s back and help him find out why so many people are after him. Tiny is quite a character himself. Tiny and Wayde discuss things to try and figure them out.
“I think it will. I need everything I can get to help solve this conundrum.” “Condom what?” Wayde smiled. “It means a puzzling problem.” “Oh, okay,
Some type of chase is on. Brilliant twists and turns in this thriller. Action packed. The characters are well developed. This is a well told private eye story. To even out all the action the reader gets to experience Wayde’s reasoning process. His P.I. Skills. Page turner.
Excerpt.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Wayde, seeing a ghost?” The man laughed and then spread out his arms. “Welcome to my office.”
Wayde glanced around. There wasn’t much furniture in the room, but there were all kinds of things on the walls—mostly African shields, spears and tanned big-game hides. On a table across the room, there were two stuffed animals and some small mounted animal heads.
“Looks like a zoo’s graveyard,” Wayde remarked drily.
The short man smirked, “Cool. Yeah. Cool—that’s what I’ve heard about you, Wayde. Cool. No feelings. Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Maybe you’re talking to the wrong people. Check with the chicks—they say I’m pretty hot stuff.”
“Yeah, ladies’ man—I heard that too.” The short man crossed his legs.
Wayde stared at him.
“I’m Benny Rhineman,” he resumed after a pause. “I’m the dead doctor’s twin brother.”
Wayde looked at him questioningly, “Twin?”
“Yeah, well, I’m not quite as tall as my brother was.”
“You’re not quite anything. The best part of you must have run down your dad’s leg,” Wayde wisecracked.
“A real smart-ass, aren’t you, Wayde?”
“I call ’em as I see ’em, Shorty,” said Wayde, with a grin on his face.
Benny Rhineman’s steely blue eyes glared. “You’d better watch your mouth, Wayde. I’m the bad seed in the family.”
“Maybe it runs in the family. I didn’t think the doctor was exactly a good seed.”
“Yeah, you might be right there,” Benny snorted. “It may be that you’re right. I’m sorry to inconvenience you like this, Wayde, but I believe you have a small piece of red paper I need.”
Wayde looked at him and then at Benny’s two goons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Wayde. I know you got a piece of the puzzle.”
“What puzzle?”
“I know that you and the pompous doctor share a mutual interest, and that interest pissed him off. My brother was a vengeful asshole. It makes sense that anyone he didn’t like got a letter and a little piece of red paper.” He grinned. “My gut tells me you were high on his list of people he didn’t like.”
“High on his list, what makes you think that?” Wayde honestly didn’t know why he’d be on Dr. Rhineman’s hate list, but he received a letter.
“You asshole, don’t try and play Mr. Innocent with me. You got a letter from my brother with a piece of the puzzle, and I want it.”
Wayde glanced over at Benny’s two men once more. “So the game begins.”
“The game?” Benny chuckled. “Well, you can call it that if you like, but I prefer to call it a business venture.” He looked thoughtfully at Wayde.
“Besides your gut feeling, Benny, how'd you peg me so fast?”
“So fast?” he chuckled. “I guess you haven’t opened your mail for a couple of days. I checked on you over the weekend.”
“I see. It looks like I shoulda opened my mail sooner.” Wayde paused for a moment. “I suppose you have one of the other so-called ‘puzzle pieces,’ Benny?”
“That’s my business.” He stared at Wayde and snapped his fingers. “The red paper, I want it now.”
“Your goons searched me. I don’t have it.”
“It’s on you someplace. I pegged you for the kinda guy who’d keep something like that with you. We can tear your clothes apart to find it if that’s what it takes.”
Wayde glared at him. “And then what?”
“And then, Mr. Private Eye, you fly like a bird.” He gestured toward the large window behind the desk.
“Out of your office window, that’ll be rather stupid. It wouldn’t take the police long to track you down.”
Benny grinned. “I rented this office under an assumed name. I’ll never be back here.”
Wayde glanced over at the two goons. He laughed and returned his gaze to Benny Rhineman. Then, still grinning, he lunged for the wall behind him and grabbed one of the two crossed African spears and one of the axes hanging on the wall. Before anyone could react, he hurled the spear at the man holding the gun. The spear buried itself in his chest, driving him back against the far wall. The weapon flew out of his hand. The second guy was reaching for his gun as Wayde flipped the ax toward him. It struck him in the upper chest and neck area. He gagged and grabbed at the ax as he staggered backward. He was dead before he hit the floor. Benny stretched out across the desk on his stomach; he was opening the desk drawer and reaching for a Kel-Tec P-32 pistol. Wayde leaped across the corner of the desk, grabbing Rhineman’s arm and pulling the gun from his hand. He struck Benny over the back of the head with the pistol, stunning him. Wayde stood up and slipped the blue-finished gun into his pocket.
“Well, it looks like we have a new dealer now,” he murmured. He looked over at the two dead goons and down at Benny Rhineman, who is beginning to come to, Wayde watched as the short man slowly sat up.
“So, Shorty, you’ve got a red piece of the puzzle. Well, I appreciate your looking me up—that makes one less piece I need to look for.” He stared coldly at him. “What was that you said about making me fly like a bird?”
Benny Rhineman was rubbing the back of his head.
“Do you have the red paper piece of the puzzle on you?” Wayde demanded.
Benny didn’t answer.
Wayde grabbed him by the shoulders. “Hey, I asked you a question!”
Benny nodded.
Wayde smiled at him. Rhineman turned and looked down at his two dead goons. With a frightened look, he turned back toward Wayde.
“Please—all I wanted was the red piece of paper. I was gonna let you go after that.”
“Sure you were, Benny. You were going to let me go so I could come looking for you later. No, I think your brother knew the people whom he sent the letters. He knew if he made the prize large enough, it would be all or nothing with them.”
Benny sat staring at Wayde.
“I want your piece of the claim check.”
Benny reluctantly took his wallet from his coat pocket and pulled out a jagged piece of red paper. “Here it is. Take it and go. I won’t bother you. I’ll leave town. I promise,” he pleaded.
Wayde took the paper from Benny. “I’ll take your cash, too.”
Benny gave him a strange look and began to take the bills out of his wallet.
Wayde grabbed the wallet. “I don’t have all day.” He removed the cash. It was mostly hundred-dollar bills. “Not bad. It looks like your business is pretty good.” He shoved the money and the piece of red paper into his pocket and handed the wallet back to Benny. The short man looked relieved as he took the wallet.
“Hey, I got plenty more cash—why don’t we work together on this deal? I know a lot about the people my brother hated.” He waved the wallet as he talked and another piece of red paper fluttered onto the top of the desk. They both watched as the piece of paper landed.
“What’s this?” Wayde picked up the paper, looked at it, and gave Benny a wry smile. “Holding back on me, Rhineman?”
The little man squirmed and dropped his wallet onto the desk. “No, no, I forgot about that. Honest, I forgot about it.”
“Where’d you get it?” He grabbed Benny’s coat lapel.
Benny didn’t answer.
“I asked you where—or should I ask from whom?”
“From Max Manchester,” Benny mumbled.
Wayde thought for a moment then jerked on the coat lapel. “You mean the pro-football player that was beaten and shot?”
“Yeah,” said the little man.
Wayde released him. “I take it that he was on your brother’s list. Why?” Benny didn’t say anything. “Well?” He grabbed Benny’s shoulder.
“Yeah, he was on the doctor’s list,” said Benny, hesitatingly.
“And?” said Wayde, shaking his shoulder.
“In college, at the University of Miami, Max was known as a bully—and he hated queers. He used to beat up my brother’s fag son, Jeffrey. Once he went so far as to break Jeffrey’s arm.”
“So you and your goons beat Max to death for this piece of red paper?”
Benny shrugged. “Yeah, things got out of hand. He wouldn’t tell us
where it was.”
“It looks like he gave it up.” Wayde waved the puzzle piece and put it in his pocket. “Okay, tell me about the other people on your brother’s list.”
“I don’t know—only the people he didn’t like.”
“Okay, tell me their names.”
“Screw you, Wayde. If I give you the names, what guarantee do I have we’ll work together on this?”
“None Benny, none at all.”
Benny took a swing at Wayde, hitting him on the side of the head. Wayde grabbed him with the intention of pushing the short man up against the wall behind him, but Benny jerked away from Wayde and stumbled backward, crashing into the large plate-glass window behind the desk. The glass shattered and Benny fell back through the window and over the ledge as Wayde grabbed for him. But Benny tumbled toward the ground while staring up at Wayde with eyes wide with horror. Wayde watched helplessly as the screaming gangster plummeted to the black asphalt parking lot.
Wayde is right in the middle of these events. He has no idea why. Wayde is fully aware people are after him. His goal is to stay alive and get to the root of not only his troubles. Many other people seem to be in the same boat. They all look to Wayde for help..
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Wayde. I know you got a piece of the puzzle.” “What puzzle?” Is a conversation Wayde has more than once.
Wayde’s friend Tiny is able to watch Wayde’s back and help him find out why so many people are after him. Tiny is quite a character himself. Tiny and Wayde discuss things to try and figure them out.
“I think it will. I need everything I can get to help solve this conundrum.” “Condom what?” Wayde smiled. “It means a puzzling problem.” “Oh, okay,
Some type of chase is on. Brilliant twists and turns in this thriller. Action packed. The characters are well developed. This is a well told private eye story. To even out all the action the reader gets to experience Wayde’s reasoning process. His P.I. Skills. Page turner.
Excerpt.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Wayde, seeing a ghost?” The man laughed and then spread out his arms. “Welcome to my office.”
Wayde glanced around. There wasn’t much furniture in the room, but there were all kinds of things on the walls—mostly African shields, spears and tanned big-game hides. On a table across the room, there were two stuffed animals and some small mounted animal heads.
“Looks like a zoo’s graveyard,” Wayde remarked drily.
The short man smirked, “Cool. Yeah. Cool—that’s what I’ve heard about you, Wayde. Cool. No feelings. Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Maybe you’re talking to the wrong people. Check with the chicks—they say I’m pretty hot stuff.”
“Yeah, ladies’ man—I heard that too.” The short man crossed his legs.
Wayde stared at him.
“I’m Benny Rhineman,” he resumed after a pause. “I’m the dead doctor’s twin brother.”
Wayde looked at him questioningly, “Twin?”
“Yeah, well, I’m not quite as tall as my brother was.”
“You’re not quite anything. The best part of you must have run down your dad’s leg,” Wayde wisecracked.
“A real smart-ass, aren’t you, Wayde?”
“I call ’em as I see ’em, Shorty,” said Wayde, with a grin on his face.
Benny Rhineman’s steely blue eyes glared. “You’d better watch your mouth, Wayde. I’m the bad seed in the family.”
“Maybe it runs in the family. I didn’t think the doctor was exactly a good seed.”
“Yeah, you might be right there,” Benny snorted. “It may be that you’re right. I’m sorry to inconvenience you like this, Wayde, but I believe you have a small piece of red paper I need.”
Wayde looked at him and then at Benny’s two goons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Wayde. I know you got a piece of the puzzle.”
“What puzzle?”
“I know that you and the pompous doctor share a mutual interest, and that interest pissed him off. My brother was a vengeful asshole. It makes sense that anyone he didn’t like got a letter and a little piece of red paper.” He grinned. “My gut tells me you were high on his list of people he didn’t like.”
“High on his list, what makes you think that?” Wayde honestly didn’t know why he’d be on Dr. Rhineman’s hate list, but he received a letter.
“You asshole, don’t try and play Mr. Innocent with me. You got a letter from my brother with a piece of the puzzle, and I want it.”
Wayde glanced over at Benny’s two men once more. “So the game begins.”
“The game?” Benny chuckled. “Well, you can call it that if you like, but I prefer to call it a business venture.” He looked thoughtfully at Wayde.
“Besides your gut feeling, Benny, how'd you peg me so fast?”
“So fast?” he chuckled. “I guess you haven’t opened your mail for a couple of days. I checked on you over the weekend.”
“I see. It looks like I shoulda opened my mail sooner.” Wayde paused for a moment. “I suppose you have one of the other so-called ‘puzzle pieces,’ Benny?”
“That’s my business.” He stared at Wayde and snapped his fingers. “The red paper, I want it now.”
“Your goons searched me. I don’t have it.”
“It’s on you someplace. I pegged you for the kinda guy who’d keep something like that with you. We can tear your clothes apart to find it if that’s what it takes.”
Wayde glared at him. “And then what?”
“And then, Mr. Private Eye, you fly like a bird.” He gestured toward the large window behind the desk.
“Out of your office window, that’ll be rather stupid. It wouldn’t take the police long to track you down.”
Benny grinned. “I rented this office under an assumed name. I’ll never be back here.”
Wayde glanced over at the two goons. He laughed and returned his gaze to Benny Rhineman. Then, still grinning, he lunged for the wall behind him and grabbed one of the two crossed African spears and one of the axes hanging on the wall. Before anyone could react, he hurled the spear at the man holding the gun. The spear buried itself in his chest, driving him back against the far wall. The weapon flew out of his hand. The second guy was reaching for his gun as Wayde flipped the ax toward him. It struck him in the upper chest and neck area. He gagged and grabbed at the ax as he staggered backward. He was dead before he hit the floor. Benny stretched out across the desk on his stomach; he was opening the desk drawer and reaching for a Kel-Tec P-32 pistol. Wayde leaped across the corner of the desk, grabbing Rhineman’s arm and pulling the gun from his hand. He struck Benny over the back of the head with the pistol, stunning him. Wayde stood up and slipped the blue-finished gun into his pocket.
“Well, it looks like we have a new dealer now,” he murmured. He looked over at the two dead goons and down at Benny Rhineman, who is beginning to come to, Wayde watched as the short man slowly sat up.
“So, Shorty, you’ve got a red piece of the puzzle. Well, I appreciate your looking me up—that makes one less piece I need to look for.” He stared coldly at him. “What was that you said about making me fly like a bird?”
Benny Rhineman was rubbing the back of his head.
“Do you have the red paper piece of the puzzle on you?” Wayde demanded.
Benny didn’t answer.
Wayde grabbed him by the shoulders. “Hey, I asked you a question!”
Benny nodded.
Wayde smiled at him. Rhineman turned and looked down at his two dead goons. With a frightened look, he turned back toward Wayde.
“Please—all I wanted was the red piece of paper. I was gonna let you go after that.”
“Sure you were, Benny. You were going to let me go so I could come looking for you later. No, I think your brother knew the people whom he sent the letters. He knew if he made the prize large enough, it would be all or nothing with them.”
Benny sat staring at Wayde.
“I want your piece of the claim check.”
Benny reluctantly took his wallet from his coat pocket and pulled out a jagged piece of red paper. “Here it is. Take it and go. I won’t bother you. I’ll leave town. I promise,” he pleaded.
Wayde took the paper from Benny. “I’ll take your cash, too.”
Benny gave him a strange look and began to take the bills out of his wallet.
Wayde grabbed the wallet. “I don’t have all day.” He removed the cash. It was mostly hundred-dollar bills. “Not bad. It looks like your business is pretty good.” He shoved the money and the piece of red paper into his pocket and handed the wallet back to Benny. The short man looked relieved as he took the wallet.
“Hey, I got plenty more cash—why don’t we work together on this deal? I know a lot about the people my brother hated.” He waved the wallet as he talked and another piece of red paper fluttered onto the top of the desk. They both watched as the piece of paper landed.
“What’s this?” Wayde picked up the paper, looked at it, and gave Benny a wry smile. “Holding back on me, Rhineman?”
The little man squirmed and dropped his wallet onto the desk. “No, no, I forgot about that. Honest, I forgot about it.”
“Where’d you get it?” He grabbed Benny’s coat lapel.
Benny didn’t answer.
“I asked you where—or should I ask from whom?”
“From Max Manchester,” Benny mumbled.
Wayde thought for a moment then jerked on the coat lapel. “You mean the pro-football player that was beaten and shot?”
“Yeah,” said the little man.
Wayde released him. “I take it that he was on your brother’s list. Why?” Benny didn’t say anything. “Well?” He grabbed Benny’s shoulder.
“Yeah, he was on the doctor’s list,” said Benny, hesitatingly.
“And?” said Wayde, shaking his shoulder.
“In college, at the University of Miami, Max was known as a bully—and he hated queers. He used to beat up my brother’s fag son, Jeffrey. Once he went so far as to break Jeffrey’s arm.”
“So you and your goons beat Max to death for this piece of red paper?”
Benny shrugged. “Yeah, things got out of hand. He wouldn’t tell us
where it was.”
“It looks like he gave it up.” Wayde waved the puzzle piece and put it in his pocket. “Okay, tell me about the other people on your brother’s list.”
“I don’t know—only the people he didn’t like.”
“Okay, tell me their names.”
“Screw you, Wayde. If I give you the names, what guarantee do I have we’ll work together on this?”
“None Benny, none at all.”
Benny took a swing at Wayde, hitting him on the side of the head. Wayde grabbed him with the intention of pushing the short man up against the wall behind him, but Benny jerked away from Wayde and stumbled backward, crashing into the large plate-glass window behind the desk. The glass shattered and Benny fell back through the window and over the ledge as Wayde grabbed for him. But Benny tumbled toward the ground while staring up at Wayde with eyes wide with horror. Wayde watched helplessly as the screaming gangster plummeted to the black asphalt parking lot.
June 23, 2018
Puzzle of Death by Donahue B. Silvis is a heart pumping Detective Mystery Thriller from beginning to end. It is well crafted, with a wide cast of characters from the drug cartel, FBI agents, U.S. Senator, ambassadors from China, Iran and Saudi Arabia, Detroit mobsters, multiple torturers/killers, and Iranian secret agents, just to name a few.
Private Detective Jake Wayde received a letter with a piece of a puzzle. He soon realizes that he's caught in the middle of a deadly search for ten million dollars in cash and a chemical formula that could change the world. PLEASE NOTE: there is occasional cursing, sexual situations and extreme violence. So if you are a bit squeamish about that type of content, then definitely not a book for you to read. Has guts and gore, and twists and turns, and a few surprises. I didn't see the ending coming.
Steady paced from the first page to the last page with well developed characters and a mesmerizing, heart pumping storyline. The story flows seamlessly and effortlessly. The cast of characters are fantastic. Strongly recommended if you enjoy Crime Mystery Thrillers, Detectives, action, guts and gore and a fantastic story.
"I voluntarily received a complimentary copy, however, these are my honest opinions. I was in no way required nor compensated to write a review."
Rating:
Heat rating: Hot
Reviewer: AprilR
Private Detective Jake Wayde received a letter with a piece of a puzzle. He soon realizes that he's caught in the middle of a deadly search for ten million dollars in cash and a chemical formula that could change the world. PLEASE NOTE: there is occasional cursing, sexual situations and extreme violence. So if you are a bit squeamish about that type of content, then definitely not a book for you to read. Has guts and gore, and twists and turns, and a few surprises. I didn't see the ending coming.
Steady paced from the first page to the last page with well developed characters and a mesmerizing, heart pumping storyline. The story flows seamlessly and effortlessly. The cast of characters are fantastic. Strongly recommended if you enjoy Crime Mystery Thrillers, Detectives, action, guts and gore and a fantastic story.
"I voluntarily received a complimentary copy, however, these are my honest opinions. I was in no way required nor compensated to write a review."
Rating:
Heat rating: Hot
Reviewer: AprilR
July 20, 2018
Dr. Frederick Rhineman is a brilliant chemist, racist to Jews, and loves puzzles. He develops a chemical formula that has to potential to kill numerous people. But he also hates twelve people immensely. Upon his death he sends out twelve letters with a puzzle piece in them to some of the worst people in our world. In it the people learn that when all twelve pieces are put together the person will be able to find the chemical formula.
Private detective Jake Wayde finds himself in the middle of this race to gather all the pieces. Numerous people think he has a piece and will stop at nothing to gather all the parts to the puzzle, including murder. But will the “winner” really get the formula and will the formula be used to help better or destroy the world.
This book starts out with a bang that will either draw in readers or run them off. There are a lot of characters that seem to come from all corners of the world. You will be kept on your toes to see how they wind around and finally show how they are tied together with more than just Rhineman’s hatred for them.
Of course this book is bloody and gruesome, which I loved of course, but you really have to pay attention or you are going to miss the clues spread throughout. This is a great thriller and one that I strongly recommend checking out.
I received a complimentary copy of this book. I voluntarily chose to read and post an honest review.
Private detective Jake Wayde finds himself in the middle of this race to gather all the pieces. Numerous people think he has a piece and will stop at nothing to gather all the parts to the puzzle, including murder. But will the “winner” really get the formula and will the formula be used to help better or destroy the world.
This book starts out with a bang that will either draw in readers or run them off. There are a lot of characters that seem to come from all corners of the world. You will be kept on your toes to see how they wind around and finally show how they are tied together with more than just Rhineman’s hatred for them.
Of course this book is bloody and gruesome, which I loved of course, but you really have to pay attention or you are going to miss the clues spread throughout. This is a great thriller and one that I strongly recommend checking out.
I received a complimentary copy of this book. I voluntarily chose to read and post an honest review.
January 6, 2017
Title – Puzzle of Death
Author – D.B. Silvis
Genre – MST
287 Amazon Pages, 85,879 words
Rating 4 stars out of 5 Posted 1/6/17
There is occasional cursing and sexual situations plus extreme violence. If you are adverse to those don't read it. If you choose to read it, don't give it a low review rating for the reasons cautioned here. You were clearly warned.
My impressions: gory, lots of violence, blood and pain, diverse characters.
Main Characters:
Jake Wayde, ex marine, tough P.I.
Donald 'Tiny' Barnes, charter boat captain, Jake's friend.
Betti Dennis, Jake's girlfriend.
Lt. Kelly, peanut addicted Ft. Lauderdale, Fla. Policeman.
Dr. Frederick Rhineman, brilliant research chemist, racist, puzzle player.
Puzzle of Death has a large, interesting cast of support characters; there is a U.S. Senator an ambassador, FBI agents, Detroit mobsters, multiple torturers/killers, and Iranian secret agents.
After his death, Dr. Frederick Rhineman sets in motion a complex plot involving his twelve most hated people. They are pitted against each other to collect a prize of ten million dollars and a newly developed chemical formula that many nations would pay extreme amounts of money for. Each of the people the Doctor has a grudge against receives a letter containing a puzzle piece. The person who collects Rhineman's twelve hand cut puzzle pieces with written clues attached is the winner. Or are they?
The plot is complex and has more turns than a coiled rattlesnake. Some of the characters are found to not be what they initially seem.
If you like to read about mean, murderous women there is a goodly dose of those.
I enjoyed the story and recommend it to readers who can stand the stench of violent death.
The lack of professional editing hurts the book's rating. There are missing, extra and misspelled words.
Quotation marks are missing in several instances plus several occurrences of mixed past and present tense.
The plot is excellent, and sentence structure and character development are okay.
This review was provided in exchange for a free book.
Vigilant Reader Book Reviews.
Author – D.B. Silvis
Genre – MST
287 Amazon Pages, 85,879 words
Rating 4 stars out of 5 Posted 1/6/17
There is occasional cursing and sexual situations plus extreme violence. If you are adverse to those don't read it. If you choose to read it, don't give it a low review rating for the reasons cautioned here. You were clearly warned.
My impressions: gory, lots of violence, blood and pain, diverse characters.
Main Characters:
Jake Wayde, ex marine, tough P.I.
Donald 'Tiny' Barnes, charter boat captain, Jake's friend.
Betti Dennis, Jake's girlfriend.
Lt. Kelly, peanut addicted Ft. Lauderdale, Fla. Policeman.
Dr. Frederick Rhineman, brilliant research chemist, racist, puzzle player.
Puzzle of Death has a large, interesting cast of support characters; there is a U.S. Senator an ambassador, FBI agents, Detroit mobsters, multiple torturers/killers, and Iranian secret agents.
After his death, Dr. Frederick Rhineman sets in motion a complex plot involving his twelve most hated people. They are pitted against each other to collect a prize of ten million dollars and a newly developed chemical formula that many nations would pay extreme amounts of money for. Each of the people the Doctor has a grudge against receives a letter containing a puzzle piece. The person who collects Rhineman's twelve hand cut puzzle pieces with written clues attached is the winner. Or are they?
The plot is complex and has more turns than a coiled rattlesnake. Some of the characters are found to not be what they initially seem.
If you like to read about mean, murderous women there is a goodly dose of those.
I enjoyed the story and recommend it to readers who can stand the stench of violent death.
The lack of professional editing hurts the book's rating. There are missing, extra and misspelled words.
Quotation marks are missing in several instances plus several occurrences of mixed past and present tense.
The plot is excellent, and sentence structure and character development are okay.
This review was provided in exchange for a free book.
Vigilant Reader Book Reviews.
September 2, 2014
Not a bad read. Wayde is the kind of detective that all dames love. Yet he somehow manages to make some really rookie mistakes throughout the entire book.
By the time you reach the last third of the book the amount of cast and their relationship with each other will make you dizzy. But the spins of this tale will keep you coming back for more until the end.
By the time you reach the last third of the book the amount of cast and their relationship with each other will make you dizzy. But the spins of this tale will keep you coming back for more until the end.
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