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Darling, It's Death
Darling, It's Death
Darling, It's Death
Audiobook5 hours

Darling, It's Death

Written by Richard S. Prather

Narrated by Maynard Villers

Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars

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"I'm trying to get back in shape," she said. Man, if her shape got any better she'd be banned for just walking down the street. I'm Shell Scott, private eye, and my job was to guard her day yeah, and night. I didn't have a chance to discuss these points with her because I saw the man walking toward us. There was only one of him but he seemed to outnumber me. He was so big I was surprised his feet didn't leave holes behind him in the concrete. "Shell Scott," he rumbled. "Shake." I hardly dared. "The boss says for you to get out of town. If you don't, he says for me to kill you..."
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 15, 2012
ISBN9781614531623
Darling, It's Death
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Richard S. Prather

Richard S. Prather (1921–2007) was the author of the world-famous Shell Scott detective series, which has over forty million copies in print in the United States and many millions more in foreign-language editions abroad. There are forty-one volumes in the series, including four collections of short stories and novelettes. In 1986, Prather was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Private Eye Writers of America. He and his wife, Tina, lived in Sedona, Arizona.

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  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
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    This is one of the tamer Shell Scott novels. Although set in Aculpoco, Mexico, it doesn't have the flair of description some of his novels have, and the characters are imminently forgettable, except for . . .well . . . that proves my point.