The Man in the White Linen Suit by David Handler (Stewart Hoag #11)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.1 Mb
The Man in the : The next clever, witty, and touching installment in the Edgar award-winning Stewart Hoag mystery series finds the beloved ghostwriter-sleuth and his faithful neurotic basset hound, Lulu, back in 1990’s New York City, investigating a bestselling author’s stolen manuscript and three murders linked to the crime.
Washed-up celebrity ghostwriter Stewart “Hoagy” Hoag has finally rediscovered his voice and is making progress on what he hopes will be his long-awaited second novel. Burrowed up in his less-than-luxurious, sweltering fifth floor walk-up, he tries not to think of the disparities between himself and his ex-wife, celebrity actress Merilee Nash, who is sifting through film offers—and also her fickle feelings for Hoagy—from her elegant eight-room apartment looking over Central Park. When Merilee offers her home for Hoagy’s use while she’s shooting on location, hope blossoms that he might finally get some real work done… and solidify their rekindling romance.
Then Hoagy receives a call from his literary agent asking if he can meet with publishing’s most ruthless and reviled editor, Sylvia James, for a drink at the Algonquin Hotel. After disclosing that aging literary genius Addison James—also Sylvia’s father and main client—has not in fact written his last two bestselling historical sagas, Sylvia reveals her suspicions that Addison’s assistant Tommy O’Brien—the true author—has run away with their most recent manuscript and is holding it for ransom. Tempted by Sylvia’s offer to bid a hefty advance for his novel-in-progress, Hoagy agrees to help unearth Tommy’s sudden disappearance. If only he’d known exactly what he was getting himself into, he might’ve saved himself from the ensuing grief that follows in his hot pursuit of Tommy. But then, that wouldn’t be a normal day in the life of Hoagy.
With clattering claims of a mugging, a stolen manuscript, and three murders, now it’s up to Hoagy and his short-legged sidekick Lulu to unravel this baffling, bizarre case.
“Before we go any further, Stewart,” she said finally, her eyes fastening on my bow tie. An inability to make eye contact was another of her non-virtues. “I have done business with Alberta for years and have come to know her as someone whom I can trust completely. But you I have never done business with. Therefore I must have your word that what is said at this table will never, ever be repeated to anyone. And if I find out you’ve gone back on your word, I’ll break you.”
“Too late, I’m already broken. I did that all by myself. Sylvia, I wouldn’t be the top ghost in New York if I didn’t know how to keep my mouth shut. But if you lack confidence in me, then feel free to confide in someone else. It makes no difference to me. I’m strictly here as a personal favor to Alberta. I’d rather be home working on my novel.”
Sylvia made eye contact with me just long enough to glare at me disapprovingly before her eyes returned to my bow tie. “Fair enough.” She lowered her voice discreetly. “I am about to tell you something that absolutely no one else in publishing knows. Addison’s longtime research assistant, Tommy O’Brien, who I understand is a friend of yours, was the real author of Addison’s last two bestsellers, San Francisco and Havana, not Addison.”
I sat there thinking how odd it was that she referred to her father by his name, as if they weren’t related. “And . . . ?”