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Following an injury that forced him to leave his job as a police detective in Detroit, Raymond Jaye went freelance. As a newly licensed private investigator in Salt Lake City, Utah, Ray assumed he'd be tracking down frauds and con artists, not murderers. He was wrong.
Barbara Manetti admitted to her husband that she'd been having an affair, and named Ray as her lover. Three hours later, she's found sprawled on her kitchen floor in a pool of blood from a knife wound on her neck. Murder is a job for the police, but tracking down her real lover is something a PI could do without stepping on any official toes. That is, until the investigation ties her to Ray's life back in Detroit.
Ray begins to see her plan, and it raises two questions. Why would a woman he'd never known want to see him dead? And who knows Ray well enough to kill for him?
In this, the second of the Raymond Jaye stories, Ray finds himself up to his collar in suspects, while the only person that really knew what was supposed to happen lies on a cold, steel slab.
Sequel to Cue the Sax
Barbara Manetti admitted to her husband that she'd been having an affair, and named Ray as her lover. Three hours later, she's found sprawled on her kitchen floor in a pool of blood from a knife wound on her neck. Murder is a job for the police, but tracking down her real lover is something a PI could do without stepping on any official toes. That is, until the investigation ties her to Ray's life back in Detroit.
Ray begins to see her plan, and it raises two questions. Why would a woman he'd never known want to see him dead? And who knows Ray well enough to kill for him?
In this, the second of the Raymond Jaye stories, Ray finds himself up to his collar in suspects, while the only person that really knew what was supposed to happen lies on a cold, steel slab.
Sequel to Cue the Sax