She’s hunting a killer. He’s sitting in the passenger seat.
Tampa Bay Police Detective Jacqueline Withers is at her breaking point. At thirty-three, she’s divorced, living in her childhood bedroom, and nursing a Monday night hangover. The only thing she has left is the job—and her partner, Rick. He’s the one person she trusts to have her back when the world falls apart.
But one explosion changes everything.
When a neighbor is murdered in cold blood and a stolen car screams away from the scene, Jacqueline's instincts kick in. She throws herself into the manhunt, unaware that the men behind the tinted glass were the people she calls family.
While Jacqueline combs through the evidence, Rick is already two steps ahead. From inside the precinct, he’s sabotaging the investigation, planting leads, and framing an innocent man to protect himself and his best friend, Darren.
But Darren has a darker agenda. He doesn't just want to get away with murder; he wants this to be the first shot in a violent crusade against a world he loathes.
Now, Jacqueline is caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse with a predator wearing a badge. To solve the case, she’ll have to uncover the truth about her partner—before Darren turns his sights on the only thing she has left to lose.
Can’t a Halfway Decent guy get a break?
Nick Mallespina was a simple guy trying to make a life for himself. He wasn't tall or good looking or all that in shape, well, rotund is a shape, but he had the chance to own a little bar on Miami Beach in 1999 at the tender age of twenty-six.
The bar wasn’t much, couple pool tables, cement floors, busted front window, but the location couldn’t be beat, and let’s face it, a guy like Nick with his less than stellar education and zero contacts had to take his shot when he could.
Sure, buying the bar took up what was left of his mother’s life insurance policy. He’d a rather that she hadn’t died when he was fifteen, but at least she’d made it so he had a chance to do something with his life. And yes, there was a balloon payment he needed to come up with in short order, but the Super Bowl was coming to Miami that year, everything was going to be fine.
Wasn’t it?
With characters as vividly drawn as the colors of the Miami skyline, The Russian with the Jersey Accent is a book for readers who like their narrators to be a little sarcastic and extremely irreverent, their stories to be fast paced, and their crime fiction to have a touch of the ridiculous.