It was hot in New York that August. So hot. on Coney Island you had to
make a reservation to sweat. so hot. people took their vacations in their
refrigerators. So hot, the society elite of Park Avenue started killing
each other. Over small things. Like love.
This wasn't going to be an easy case for Ellery. He was laid up in
hospital with a broken leg. And this one was going to take a lot of
legwork. Because the corpse was in the penthouse.
And the rest of the classy, murderous tête-à-tête is pure Ellery Queen...
16 januari 2005 / Johan Blixt / email@example.com