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Zusatztext Praise for Cold Paradise “A delightful tale of sex and violence...‘Sopranos’-style...Slick! sophisticated fun.” — The Washington Post “Loaded with perfumed sex! sleek jets and yachts! lavish homes! boutiques! gourmet cuisine! quirky twists and nonstop action! Woods's pulpy pedestrian plot is grand fun.”— Publishers Weekly More Praise for Stuart Woods “Stuart Woods is a no-nonsense! slam-bang storyteller.”— Chicago Tribune “A world-class mystery writer...I try to put Woods’s books down and I can’t.”— Houston Chronicle “Mr. Woods! like his characters! has an appealing way of making things nice and clear.”— The New York Times “Woods certainly knows how to keep the pages turning.”— Booklist “Since 1981! readers have not been able to get their fill of Stuart Woods’ New York Times bestselling novels of suspense.”— Orlando Sentinel “Woods’s Stone Barrington is a guilty pleasure...he’s also an addiction that’s harder to kick than heroin.”— Contra Costa Times (California) Informationen zum Autor Stuart Woods Klappentext Stone Barrington gets reacquainted with a long-buried case and an ex-lover in this electrifying thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. Luxuriating in Palm Beach's winter warmth! Stone is stunned to recognize someone he thought was dead. Former client Allison Manning is alive and well-and suddenly very rich. Now she needs Stone's help in squaring a charge of insurance fraud that's been hanging over her head for years-and in getting rid of a recently acquired stalker. Suspects abound! including an elusive writer! an enigmatic businessman! and Allison's devious former husband. Only Stone can thwart the sly and greedy plan to steal the millions of dollars at stake-and the crafty killer behind it... 1 ELAINE’S, LATE. Stone Barrington finished his osso buco as Elaine wandered over from another table and sat down. “So?” she asked. “ ‘So?’ What kind of question is that?” “It means, ‘tell me everything.’” Stone looked up to see Dino struggling to shut the front door behind him. Dino was his former partner, now a lieutenant, head of the detective squad at the 19th Precinct. Dino came over, sloughing off a heavy topcoat. “Jesus,” he said, hanging up his coat, muffler and hat. “There’s already six inches of snow out there, and there’s at least thirty knots of wind.” “How are we going to get home?” Stone wondered aloud. “Don’t worry. My driver’s out there now, putting the chains on the car.” Dino now rated a car and driver from the NYPD. Stone shook his head. “Poor bastard. It’s tough enough being a cop without drawing you for a boss.” “What do you mean?” Dino demanded, offended. “The kid’s getting an education working for me. They don’t teach this stuff at the academy.” “What, how to put chains on a lieutenant’s car?” “All he has to do is watch me, and he learns.” Stone rolled his eyes, but let this pass. They drank their champagne in silence for a moment. “So?” Dino asked, finally. “That’s what I just asked him,” Elaine said. “So, I’m back.” Stone had returned from an extended stay in LA a few days before. “I knew that,” Dino said. “So?” “Can’t either of you speak in complete sentences?” “So,” Dino said, “how’s Mrs. Barrington?” “Dino,” Stone said, “if you’re going to start calling her that, I’m going to start carrying a gun.” “I heard,” Elaine said. “I’m not surprised,” Stone replied. “Dino has a big mouth.” “So, how is she?” Dino demanded. “I talked to Eduardo today,” Stone said. “Her shrink doesn’t want me to see her. Not for a while.” “That’s convenient,” Dino said. “You bet it is,” Stone agreed. “You feeling guilty, Stone?” Elaine asked. “Sure he is,” Dino said. “If he had just taken my advice ....
