Burke Devore is a paper company manager, a man who can tell you everything you ever wanted to know about bleaching processes and the edible wood pulp they put in ice cream. For twenty-five years Burke...
I'm a robber, John Dortmunder says, "not a grave robber." Yet he soon finds himself in a Long Island cemetery, in the very dead of night, with dirt up to his knees. His old friend Andy Kelp is to...
In Donald E. Westlake's classic caper novels, the bad get better, the good slide a bit, and Lord help anyone caught between a thief named John Dortmunder and the current object of his attention. ...
In the history of literary collaborations, there has never been one as fiendishly fascinating--and exquisitely explosive--as the one that Donald E. Westlake has cooked up in his new novel. The tale of...
What's a mile long, rusty, slow, and worth a fortune? It's a freight train full of kahawa, Swahili for coffee, and it belongs to none other than the jovial, bloodletting dictator Idi Amin. Locked away...
WARNING: Reading Donald Westlake may lead to shortness of breath, prolonged chortles, outbreaks of hysterical laughter, and sudden, drop-dead surprises. Poof! One minute Freddie Urban Noon was a...
It started with a ring. A cheap ring. The yellow metal said brass, not gold, and the sparkly bits were certainly not diamonds. But the ring belonged to May's horse-playing uncle, who swore it brought...
