A mystery writer gets caught up in the perfect crime in this “fresh, entertaining, tough, and sexy” thriller from the #1 bestselling author (The Washington Post).
My name is Jannie Shean. I go by many other names (including, heaven help me, Brick Wall), all of them male, and all of them designed to entice the macho readers who read my hard-boiled thrillers. But after my last Big Caper novel, everything changed. My publisher decided I was out of touch and needed to get out in the real world to gain some life experience . . . Even Jannie can’t imagine what will happen when she and her pal Dick Fleming plan a major jewelry heist and getaway, only to have everything go horribly, murderously wrong. Soon Jannie’s running from the cops and the mob. This fight for her life could be the perfect fodder for her next book . . . if she lives to tell the tale.
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