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799342Death Wore Gloveshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/death-wore-gloves/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1043453/b082f9d6-1413-408c-810f-ff518e337a85.jpg?v=638337256372370000107119MXNDiversion BooksInStock/Ebooks/<p><strong>A Chicago PI faces a deadly world of femme fatales and not-so-saintly nuns in this crime novel from a wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny author (<em>The New York Times</em>).</strong></p><p>When Sister Rosettas niece goes missing, the nun (whose favorite poison is anything bottle-bound and boozy) hires shifty PI Tut Willow to find dear Gladys. But as Tut pulls back the curtain on Gladys checkered pastwhich includes a few racy pictures thatd make a sailor blushhe also discovers that someone doesnt want her found. And soon bodies start piling up. Is Sister Rosetta behind the deaths of those out to harm her niece . . . or are Tut and Gladys just pawns in a much darker game?</p><p>Full of laugh-out-loud comedy and the darkest of intrigue, <em>Death Wore Gloves</em> is a lively story, both in and out of bed from an author with a keen sense of humor and a sharp writing style . . . Top of the line, this one is (<em>The New York Times</em>).</p><p>This book could have played well at Minskys. <em>Publishers Weekly</em></p><p>There is something of Donald E. Westlake in Mr. Spencers makeup. Like Mr. Westlake, he revels in absurdities that perhaps turn out to be not so absurd after all. <em>The New York Times</em></p>...796732Death Wore Gloves107119https://www.gandhi.com.mx/death-wore-gloves/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1043453/b082f9d6-1413-408c-810f-ff518e337a85.jpg?v=638337256372370000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20159781626816466_W3siaWQiOiI0ZWJmYzc3Yy1mZTVkLTQ2Y2MtOTViZC01NzQzMWU5MGFlMmEiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjExOSwiZGlzY291bnQiOjEyLCJzZWxsaW5nUHJpY2UiOjEwNywiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMDQtMjNUMTg6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781626816466_<p><strong>A Chicago PI faces a deadly world of femme fatales and not-so-saintly nuns in this crime novel from a wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny author (<em>The New York Times</em>).</strong></p><p>When Sister Rosettas niece goes missing, the nun (whose favorite poison is anything bottle-bound and boozy) hires shifty PI Tut Willow to find dear Gladys. But as Tut pulls back the curtain on Gladys checkered pastwhich includes a few racy pictures thatd make a sailor blushhe also discovers that someone doesnt want her found. And soon bodies start piling up. Is Sister Rosetta behind the deaths of those out to harm her niece . . . or are Tut and Gladys just pawns in a much darker game?</p><p>Full of laugh-out-loud comedy and the darkest of intrigue, <em>Death Wore Gloves</em> is a lively story, both in and out of bed from an author with a keen sense of humor and a sharp writing style . . . Top of the line, this one is (<em>The New York Times</em>).</p><p>This book could have played well at Minskys. <em>Publishers Weekly</em></p><p>There is something of Donald E. Westlake in Mr. Spencers makeup. Like Mr. Westlake, he revels in absurdities that perhaps turn out to be not so absurd after all. <em>The New York Times</em></p>(*_*)9781626816466_<p><strong>A Chicago PI faces a deadly world of femme fatales and not-so-saintly nuns in this crime novel from a wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny author (<em>The New York Times</em>).</strong></p><p>When Sister Rosettas niece goes missing, the nun (whose favorite poison is anything bottle-bound and boozy) hires shifty PI Tut Willow to find dear Gladys. But as Tut pulls back the curtain on Gladys checkered pastwhich includes a few racy pictures thatd make a sailor blushhe also discovers that someone doesnt want her found. And soon bodies start piling up. Is Sister Rosetta behind the deaths of those out to harm her niece . . . or are Tut and Gladys just pawns in a much darker game?</p><p>Full of laugh-out-loud comedy and the darkest of intrigue, <em>Death Wore Gloves</em> is a lively story, both in and out of bed from an author with a keen sense of humor and a sharp writing style . . . Top of the line, this one is (<em>The New York Times</em>).</p><p>This book could have played well at Minskys. <em>Publishers Weekly</em></p><p>There is something of Donald E. Westlake in Mr. Spencers makeup. Like Mr. Westlake, he revels in absurdities that perhaps turn out to be not so absurd after all. <em>The New York Times</em></p>...9781626816466_Diversion Bookslibro_electonico_da4d5c0c-336d-3124-b742-94c9450bed7f_9781626816466;9781626816466_9781626816466Ross H.InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/openroadmedia-epub-9d83fdbf-43e9-4dbf-8e2a-ce327f6884e2.epub2015-03-15T00:00:00+00:00Diversion Books