In the vein of Robert Crais's fast-paced mysteries, Marc Krulewitch's new Jules Landau mystery tells the action-packed tale of the private eye trying to keep his hands clean as he digs through Chicago's dirtiest secrets. Jules Landau feels right at home in the ethnic stew of the Windy City, where he's indebted to the hopes and schemes of his criminal ancestors. Street-smart and college-educated, Jules wants nothing more than to go straight and atone for his family's past. But when he investigates a horrific killing, Jules uncovers a hidden world of lucrative corruption. Jack Gelashvili had his head bashed in and no one knows why. The most obvious answer is that he was a parking cop, a universally loathed job--especially in Chicago. Turns out there's a lot of money to be made on expired meters, and when Jules starts making noise, he starts making enemies--from the head of a media empire to the mastermind of a prostitution ring. When rumors of bloodthirsty...

Jules Landau is an old-school private eye in the tradition of Robert Crais's Elvis Cole—a man who's making deals, making enemies, and making his mark on the Second City. In Chicago, some neighborhoods explode in gunfire and others in gentrification—but the real money built the skyline alongside sparkling blue Lake Michigan. In one such luxury high-rise, auto-parts heiress Jackie Whitney has been bludgeoned to death, her body found neatly wrapped and tucked away on a closet shelf. Jules Landau has been hired by the public defender to get her client off the hook. The police are convinced they've got their killer, but Jules isn't so sure. The lawyer doesn't care who killed Jackie Whitney. She just wants to stir up a reasonable doubt . . . but there's nothing reasonable about this case. While balancing a relationship with a sexy baker who keeps unholy hours—and dodging a crooked cop who wants to break his bones—Jules digs deeper into...

In Marc Krulewitch's gritty new mystery, perfect for readers of Robert Crais and Marcia Muller, a beautiful missing woman and a mysterious wine lead Chicago shamus Jules Landau straight toward a killer with very bad taste. Jules Landau's father was mobbed up, as was his father before him. Jules takes a different path: He's a licensed private eye, currently collecting his paycheck in cash from a young ex-con looking for his missing girlfriend, Tanya. But as Jules scours Chicago's North Side, he realizes that any number of people might want to make sure Tanya stays gone. At the heart of her disappearance seems to be a thriving black market for expensive French wine--a vintage so lucrative that Tanya may have paid for it with her life. Following a trail of cash and power with more twists than a corkscrew, Jules traces a criminal conspiracy back to a corrupt New Jersey cop. With nobody telling the truth, Jules knows he has to act fast . . . because a perfect...

Readers of Robert Crais's Elvis Cole mysteries will love Jules Landau, a college man turned private eye on the Windy City's mean streets--a virtual school of hard knocks where graduation means just staying alive. Chicago runs in Jules Landau's veins. So does the blood of crooks. Now Jules is going legit as a private eye, stalking bail jumpers and cheating spouses--until he gets his first big case. Unfortunately, the client is his ex-con father, and the job is finding the killer of a man whom Jules loved like family. Why did someone put two bullets in the head of gentle bookkeeper Charles Snook? Jules is determined to find out, even if the search takes him to perilous places he never wanted to go. Snooky, as he was affectionately known, had a knack for turning dirty dollars clean, with clients ranging from humble shop owners to sharp-dressed mobsters. As Jules retraces Snooky's last days, he crosses paths with a way-too-eager detective, a gorgeous and...