A Ticket to the BoneyardTwelve years ago, Matthew Scudder lied to a jury to put James Leo Motley behind bars. Now the ingenious psychopath is free. And the alcoholic ex-cop-turned-p.i. must pay dearly for his sins. Friends and former lovers -- even strangers unfortunate enough to share Scudder's name -- are turning up dead. Because a vengeful maniac is determined not to rest until he's driven his nemesis back to the bottle...and then to the boneyard. |
Contents
Section 13 | 205 |
Section 14 | 213 |
Section 15 | 227 |
Section 16 | 239 |
Section 17 | 249 |
Section 18 | 267 |
Section 19 | 283 |
Section 20 | 307 |
Section 9 | 145 |
Section 10 | 161 |
Section 11 | 177 |
Section 12 | 185 |
Section 21 | 313 |
Section 22 | 323 |
Section 23 | 343 |
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