The Last Good Guy by T. Jefferson Parker (Roland Ford #3)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 844 Kb
The Last Good Guy : In this electrifying new thriller from three-time Edgar Award winner and New York Times bestseller T. Jefferson Parker, Private Investigator Roland Ford hunts for a missing teenager and uncovers a dark conspiracy in his most personal case yet.
When hired by a beautiful and enigmatic woman to find her missing younger sister, private investigator Roland Ford immediately senses that the case is not what it seems. He is soon swept up in a web of lies and secrets as he searches for the teenager, and even his new client cannot be trusted. His investigation leads him to a secretive charter school, skinhead thugs, a cadre of American Nazis hidden in a desert compound, an arch-conservative celebrity evangelist–and, finally, to the girl herself. The Last Good Guy is Ford’s most challenging case to date, one that will leave him questioning everything he thought he knew about decency, honesty, and the battle between good and evil…if it doesn’t kill him first.
“When did you see her last?”
“Yesterday morning I dropped her off at school. When I got home from work around four, I saw she’d been there. This was not unusual. I waited until evening. I’ve always tried to give her an appropriate amount of freedom. When she didn’t come home for dinner and homework, as is our agreement, I called. Texted. Her, and Nick. As I told you.”
“What school?” I asked.
“Monarch Academy, Carlsbad. She’s in the eighth grade. I held her back a year because I thought it was the right thing to do.”
“Are you employed, Mrs. Rideout?”
“I’m a freelance technical editor. Aerospace and defense. Job shops, mostly. I make good money and take time off when I need to.”
I asked her husband’s name, and what he did for a living.
“Colonel Richard Hauser,” she said. “He’s a Marine pilot.”
“You kept your maiden name.”
“I wanted continuity for Daley. Because of Mom and Dad. It was all very hard at first. I’m also proud to be an Alabama Rideout and I don’t want us lost to history. Daley and I are the last of our line who are young enough to continue it. Can you find her?”
Careful here. In my seven years as a PI I’ve never failed to find the person I was hired to find. Not that it’s easy locating someone who doesn’t want to be found. But it’s my specialty. I have enthusiasm for such work because I lost someone close to me, who I know cannot be found.
“I’m good at what I do.”