Books published by Blair Howard

For an ex-cop turned private investigator, I''ve carved out a pretty nice life for myself. Yeah, life is good, but that doesn''t stop me from seeking closure and justice for victims of the darker side of Chattanooga. Some would call me reckless. But I''m just doing it my way. These then are my stories.Book 1: On a wild December night, I found myself on the Walnut Street Bridge. Moments later I was staring down into the terrified eyes of a young woman-just seconds before she slipped through my fingers and fell to her death. Who was she? Why did she kill herself? The look on that girl''s face will haunt me for the rest of my days. I had to find the answers..."I read a lot of what I consider to be well written mysteries. Sue Grafton, Martha Grimes, Margret Truman, etc. This one is every bit as good and I really could not put it down."The Harry Starke series of mystery thrillers is recommended for fans of David Baldacci, James Patterson''s Alex Cross, Harlan Coben''s Myron Bolitar, Robert B. Parker''s Spenser, John Sandford''s Lucas Davenport, and Daniel Silva''s Gabriel Allon.

A brutal murder. An impossible Crime.Why did Genevieve have to die? Who murdered her?Caught between two worlds, one where she didn't belong, the other she couldn't give up, Genevieve committed the ultimate deception and married into a world of wealth and privilege and it cost her her life. It's Kate Gazzara's most difficult case, a mind-bending riddle. A gripping, fast-paced thriller that will keep you reading long into the night.

A brutal murder. A condemned assassin with days left to live.No one could figure out exactly why Sandra McDowell had to die.What was her connection to The Raven, an aging hitman twenty years on death row with only days left to live?The clue are plentiful, but all are dead ends.The Raven is a mind-bending mystery thriller, a twister of a tale that will keep you up reading long into the night. You can't read just one!Join Harry Starke as he tries to unravel the nightmare world of… The Raven.

The shadow crossed in front of the car so fast I didn't have time to stop. I hit the brakes hard and swerved into the mud at the side of the road.Looking out through the deluge it was difficult to make out the figure coming towards the driver's window, but as it came closer I could see it was a girl, just a kid.Instinctively, my hand went for my gun and rested on the grip as she approached. Her hair, dark, bobbed, was plastered to her head and face. The raccoon eye shadow smeared above her eyes had run in rivulets down her cheeks. And she looked scared, really scared, that much was obvious.What the hell is she doing out here alone in this kind of weather? I thought as I rolled the window down a half-inch."Get in the back," I yelled at her, and flipped the lock so she could open the door.