Bücher von Marc Krulewitch

Cannabis farmer Buddy Fisher keeps Colorado's legalization euphoria at arm's length. Banned from going legit due to prior felonies, he's happy living off the radar breeding super-potent hybrids, catering to the underground cannabis culture, and watching the sun set over the land his family has farmed for three generations. But keeping a low profile becomes tricky when skyrocketing demand for his bootleg weed catches the attention of an agribusiness giant wanting to cash in on the burgeoning marijuana market.

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 Mob connections arise, Jack's gorgeous cousin Tamar objects, and Jules is increasingly swayed by the logic and charms of the sexy baker. Following this beautiful woman into the cloistered world of Georgian immigrants, Jules brings his hunches, his family connections, and his gun. But he's just one man against a pack of criminals with a million reasons to shoot first.

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 Jackie's final days. Soon he unravels a web of friendships, affairs, and money, all connected to an unlikely site for a murderous conspiracy. How can a single building hide so many secrets? For Jules, justice isn't only about the presumption of innocence. It's about the truth, and stopping a killer who will no doubt strike again.

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 winding trail of cash and power, 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 crime only gets better with age.