James C. Work Bücher

When a treasure hunt at a Colorado mine turns deadly for some college students in the 1920s, a park ranger teams up with an FBI secretary to uncover the truth. Ranger Timothy Grayson McIntyre is eagerly anticipating a two-week vacation filled with fly-fishing when he is pulled into an informal investigation as a favor to his friend, Vi Coteau. The prospect of working closely with Vi, his sweetheart, adds to his motivation. The investigation centers around the mysterious death of a college student, Richard Leup, and the two fraternity brothers who were with him while searching for the legendary Dunraven Hoard. With one student dead, the other two become prime suspects, and Richard's father, a friend of Vi's, urges McIntyre and Vi to clear his son's name. As they delve into the labyrinthine mines, McIntyre grapples with motives and opportunities, piecing together the mystery while the college boys, lacking distinct personalities, face grim fates. Unbeknownst to him, McIntyre might crack the case more swiftly if he focused on tracking the killer rather than contemplating where Vi keeps her gun.

Small Delights Lodge in Rocky Mountain National Park seems to be under siege. Shots fired at the owner, vehicles set on fire, boats sabotaged, electrocution booby traps, and deadfalls set up--and finally arson and murder. RMNP Ranger Tim McIntyre has plenty of suspects, including the owner of a neighboring resort, a rogue park ranger, and some Chicago mobsters who want Small Delights as a prohibition speakeasy. McIntyre's boss wants the situation resolved. The only help McIntyre can depend on consists of two attractive women, one a highly competent take-charge-and-do-it kind of gal named Polly and the other an FBI secretary with great legs and a Thompson submachine gun

The body they found floating face-down in the river was wearing only underpants. If it's a fishing accident, then is it a photography accident when a second corpse is discovered at a remote lake wearing nothing but her underwear? Ranger McIntyre's usual duties as a park ranger do not include murder -- or people in underwear, for that matter -- but he keeps on putting pieces of the puzzle together until they lead him to a backcountry hut and a murderer who orders him to disrobe. At gunpoint. Meanwhile, the suspect in an FBI investigation is selling salacious photographs of nudes . . . who appear to be very, very dead.