From the Nez Perce Indian reservation in Idaho to Manhattan's Central Park is a straight line right through Bill Diehl's last and most intriguing lead character, Micah Cody. Cody is a 30-something NYPD captain of homicide, who's founded a special unit known as TAZ, with city wide license to take over any investigation at all, with special focus on serial killers. Now its ultimate challenge is on the loose in Manhattan, with three victims already whose causes of death seem like intentional defiance of TAZ's existence--and foru to go in four deadly days leading up to Halloween. Chronicling it all with great amusement is the Capote-like award-winning crime writer Ward Hamilton who, egged on by his sexually voracious socialite bedmate, is determined to bring TAX to its knees journalistically. Captain Micah Cody's Nez Perce name is "Youngest Wolf" from his ability to communicate with the animals and read nature's signs. As all hell is breaking loose in Manhattan, the wolves in Central Park howl, the peregrine falcons shriek their warnings--and Micah is listening.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Hard-BoiledAll of Bill Diehl's previous books have been New York Times bestsellers. Seven Ways to Die is posthumous, completed by Kenneth Atchity who is producing it as a feature film with Informant Media.
It was seven-thirty p.m. The wolves in the zoo were howling again. Hearing them, Hamilton thought about Detective Cody--and grinned.
Way south in Cody's apartment, Charley was hearing them too. "I know, pal," Cody said, as he emerged from the shower, "they're calling us. And this time they mean business."
Using his hunting knife, he went through the ritual movements of preparing a venison stew, chopping the cranberries in half the way Old Man had taught him.When the simmering was done, the fruit and vegetables crisp and the venison still rare, Cody carefully divided the savory mixture between his own and Charley's bowls. "I need you for this one, old friend," he said.
Charley, licking every drop of the stew from his bowl, greeted him with a grunted bark of acknowledgement.
Just as Cody took his last bite, his cell phone rang.
It was Amelie. She heard about the wolves, too, Cody thought. "Don't even think of arguing," she began. "I need to see you now."
"I honestly can't," Cody said. "I've got a job to do."
"If you want to see me again, ever," Amelie said, a strange tone to her voice Cody couldn't identify, "You will give me one hour. That's all I'm asking."
Cody looked at the time on his cell phone. It was seven forty-five. If Androg stayed true to form, nothing would happen until midnight. "One hour," he said. "This better be important."
"It is," she said.
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