Praise for Harry Hunsicker
and his Lee Henry Oswald Mysteries
C ROSSHAIRS
Hunsickers strong third Lee Henry Oswald contemporary hard-boiled mystery, like its two predecessorsdoes for Dallas what Loren Estlemans Amos Walker novels have done for DetroitHunsicker has a flair for turning phrases, and his broken, wounded characters could have stepped straight from the pages of Cornell Woolrichs despairing stories.
Publishers Weekly
Harry Hunsicker fuses a white-knuckled thriller with a post-modern detective novel, and Crosshairs delivers the goods: layered, intense, and rich with deadly characters. Let there be no doubtHunsicker is an emerging star.
Robert Crais,
bestselling author of The Two Minute Rule
Lee Henry Oswald walks the mean streets of Dallas with humor and style. Crosshairs keeps you turning the pages to find out where hes going.
James O. Born, author of Field of Fire
T HE N EXT T IME Y OU D IE
Hunsicker has a wonderfully ironic sense of Dallas society and an even funnier take on those pretensionsamid such humor, Mr. Hunsicker creates a fine cast of supporting characters[The Next Time You Die] manages to delight.
The Dallas Morning News
I couldnt turn the pages fast enoughtruly satisfying[Hunsickers] characters take on a life of their own and his action is amazing.
Crimespree Magazine
Hunsickers second detective caper featuring hard-luck investigator Lee Henry Oswald should earn Dallas a colored pushpin on the wise-cracking-gumshoe map.
Texas Monthly
What do you call a boozehound preacher, a Southern-fried hit man, half a dozen rattlesnakes and the redneck mafia? Business as usual for Dallas P.I. Lee Henry Oswald. If you take your detective novels straight up with a Tabasco chaser, order the Harry Hunsicker.
Sean Doolittle, author of Burn and Rain Dogs
How does one describe P.I. Lee Henry Oswald? Sam Spade with a Texas twang? Mike Hammer with spurs? Nope, none of thats good enough. If you like tough-talking, hard-as-nails private eyes, then dont miss Harry Hunsickers The Next Time You Die. Buy this book right now, or Ill spit warm gin in your eye.
Victor Gischler,
author of Gun Monkeys and Shotgun Opera
This is the most fun youll have reading a mystery this year. With The Next Time You Die, Hunsicker has proved hes the heir apparent to Robert B. Parker. The action never lets up, the characters are the most likeable the genre has to offer, and the one-liners will make you laugh out loud. What a wonderful book. Buy it, youll love it.
J. A. Konrath, author of the Jacqueline Jack Daniels Mysteries
Offers arresting descriptions of Dallass many mean streetscomplex, interesting charactersrelentless narrative drive. Compelling reading.
Booklist
A worthy follow-up to Still Riverenjoyablegood stuff.
D Magazine
S TILL R IVER
Compelling.
The Washington Post
[Hunsicker] hits pay dirt with Oswald, whose droll blow-by-blow and everyman persona make him a most entertaining chap to tag along with.
Texas Monthly
Clever writing and an intriguing plot keep the pages of Still River turning.
The Dallas Morning News
A smart, adventurous read, crafted in the Raymond Chandler vein.
D Magazine
Great new noirIf this doesnt light you up, seek immediate medical help.
Lee Child, bestselling author of One Shot
Impressive.
Steve Hamilton,
Edgar and Shamus Award-winning author of Ice Run
Also by Harry Hunsicker
Still River
The Next Time You Die
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HARRY HUNSICKER
St. Martins Paperbacks
NOTE: If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as unsold and destroyed to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this stripped book.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Copyright 2007 by Harry Hunsicker.
Cover photo of crowd Alan Schein/Zefa/Corbis.
All rights reserved.
For information address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2007013773
ISBN: 0-312-94728-3
EAN: 978-0-312-94728-6
Printed in the United States of America
St. Martins Press hardcover edition/August 2007
St. Martins Paperbacks edition/September 2008
St. Martins Paperbacks are published by St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.
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To Emma and Baxter
Acknowledgments
Bringing a book to life is a group effort. To that end I would like to thank Erin Brown, Sean Desmond, and everyone at St. Martins Press, Minotaur, and Thomas Dunne Books for their dedication and professionalism. Also, a note of gratitude to Richard Abate for putting all the pieces together.
I would also like to thank Erika Barr, Jan Blankenship, Amy Bourret, Victoria Calder, Rita Chapman, Will Clarke, Paul Coggins, Fanchon Knott, Clif Nixon, David Norman, Brooke Malouf, and Max Wright for all their help and support. Special thanks to Amy Bourret, Suzanne Frank, and Dan Hale for their eleventh-hour assistance with the manuscript.
Finally, very special thanks to my wife, Alison, for all her love, patience, and support. (But mostly for her patience.)
CHAPTER ONE
T he man in the sunglasses couldnt decide whether to kill or only maim. The many options available left a pleasant sensation in the pit of his stomach, not unlike the initial stages of sexual arousal.
He smiled and slid a bullet into the chamber of the sniper rifle, the brass cartridge clinking when it hit the hardened steel. The forearm of the customized Remington 700 rested on a sandbag, which in turn sat on a makeshift table assembled from pieces of scrap lumber hed found downstairs. The table was set a few feet back from a square opening where a window would eventually be placed in the unfinished second-story bedroom.
The man shifted his rifle to the left, toward a large stucco residence across the street and down three lots. Like most houses on this block, it had been built in the past year, a gargantuan Mediterranean design on a too small, featureless lot, ostentatious and pathetic at the same time, jutting up from the flat Texas prairie.
He pushed the sunglasses up onto his forehead and squinted into the eyepiece of the Leopold scope. The details of the suburban yard sprang to life: the deep green of the chemically treated grass; the black mulch in the beds lining the front of the house; the yellow and red and blue of the flowers bursting from the plastic garden-center trays resting haphazardly on the lawn, waiting to be planted.