The wife of a hated divorce lawyer becomes the main suspect in his murder and hires private detective Kinsey Millhone to find the real killer.

A "natural death" at the Sunhaven Retirement Home may be murder, and private eye Fred Carver must outwit a smooth-talking administrator, a menacing head nurse, and a host of others determined to stop him.

Long-buried secrets and burning hate threaten to consume everyone concerned in this story of revenge.

California private eye Kinsey Millhone takes on a case where nothing seems to add up-one apartment burgled of worthless papers, another mindlessly ransacked and destroyed, a house destroyed by arson and a woman brutally slain.

In a remote spot outside L.A., a giant truck suddenly plunges in flames off a mountain road at midnight. It looks like an accident, but it isn't. Someone had fastened a bomb under the truck, killing owner-driver, Paul Myers, who was insured for $100,000. Crack insurance investigator, Dave Brandstetter is called in to find out what happened and why.

Fans of Emmy Tibbett, have we got the book for you! Vacationing with friends in the Caribbean, Emmy and Henry meet a sprightly and delightful spinster who spins a yarn about a young woman lost at sea and then (perhaps) found again. The yarn gets yet more fascinating when the spinster herself disappears, and Henry-wry, unflappable Henry Tibbett of Scotland Yard-responds in a most uncharacteristic fashion. It's up to Emmy to untangle the clues, contending...

Chief Superintendent Tibbett is called to Washington, D.C., to investigate the murder of a diplomat's wife.

Rich, aristocratic, and at the heart of swinging London, "Pudge" Coombe-Peters has everything except a decent nickname. And in fact, he has two special attributes: He owns the narration-the drawling, deliciously snobbish, all-but-impossibly irritating narration-of Falling Star, and he has a chum named Henry Tibbett, who comes in just awfully handy when people start dying on the set of the film that Pudge is producing. Tibbett is especially welcome...

One of the oddities of Golden Age fiction was its fixation on the occult and the generally weird-ancient gypsy curses, haunted burial grounds, etc. It's therefore something of a relief to settle in with the refreshingly literal Ms. Moyes: When a title refers to a third dog, we are not talking about some metaphysical barking: There were three dogs and now one is missing. Up in arms about this is Emmy Tibbett's sister Jane, a stalwart of the animal-rights...

Police Chief Ben Orton had a gift for making enemies. He was proud to count among them hippies, homosexuals, and subversives of every race and religion. When his body was found, head smashed in, the people of his California seaside domain were shocked -- less because of the gruesome murder than because someone had finally dared to cross Ben Orton. That someone, the cops immediately claimed, as gay activist Cliff Kerlee. But insurance investigator...