MURDER at Morgan Park Book 4 Whodunnit Series Loueva Jennings, who looked intently at Albert Thomas, was more than just beautiful. Her white skin was tinted with the faintest pink colors. There was, in the sober depths of her blue-gray eyes, a glimmer which would have cautioned a man less satisfied with his own intellect and power of persuasion than the proprietor of Albert's Department Store. He wasn't looking at her face. His eyes were running up and down approvingly over her perfect figure, the exceptional poise she represented, and the shapeliness of the slender hands. ***** "You don't understand, Loueva," Albert said. His voice was soft and gentle and held the hint of a caress. "Did you not read my small pamphlet?" he asked. "I guess you thought a man in my position, owner of this store and all, would take an interest in writing poetry. Am I right?" He didn't give time for the young woman to answer. "Most of it was written before I took ownership of this store…." Again, Loueva's lips were trembling, and yet, Mister Albert mistook the symptoms she reflected. "I didn't wish to discuss your poetry book, Mister Albert," she said with her indignation rising. "But, since it was evidently given to me for a purpose, I will only say that only a pervert could have written something like that. There's no way I could read your poems…." An elderly woman strolling through Morgan Park the next morning walked over and looked down at a body that obviously had been dead for several hours. Under the wintry light which lit the snow-covered ground, the corpse was utterly still and more than slightly frozen. The deceased person had been dead for some time. From their clothing, the person was well-to-do. One look at the shiny black shoes, it was apparent this individual worked in the big city. The woman who found the body backed up and knew there should be no touching to preserve the evidence. The murder victim had a story to tell! A close look revealed a wound on the left side of the chest just above the heart. The extraordinary feature was that the murderer must not only have composed the body but laid upon the deceased body's chest a handful of Amarillas. The authorities were summoned immediately. The coroner's office removed the body. The first bit of information the detectives of the police department derived was that the murder was not committed in Morgan Park, but somewhere else. In an emotionally charged investigation full of unforeseen twists and turns, Billy Bob Thornton will need to follow an elaborate trail of evidence, secrets, and hidden schemata to help solve a murder mystery that has connections to Beijing, China.

MURDER at Morgan Park Book 4 Whodunnit Series Loueva Jennings, who looked intently at Albert Thomas, was more than just beautiful. Her white skin was tinted with the faintest pink colors. There was, in the sober depths of her blue-gray eyes, a glimmer which would have cautioned a man less satisfied with his own intellect and power of persuasion than the proprietor of Albert's Department Store. He wasn't looking at her face. His eyes were running up and down approvingly over her perfect figure, the exceptional poise she represented, and the shapeliness of the slender hands. ***** "You don't understand, Loueva," Albert said. His voice was soft and gentle and held the hint of a caress. "Did you not read my small pamphlet?" he asked. "I guess you thought a man in my position, owner of this store and all, would take an interest in writing poetry. Am I right?" He didn't give time for the young woman to answer. "Most of it was written before I took ownership of this store...." Again, Loueva's lips were trembling, and yet, Mister Albert mistook the symptoms she reflected. "I didn't wish to discuss your poetry book, Mister Albert," she said with her indignation rising. "But, since it was evidently given to me for a purpose, I will only say that only a pervert could have written something like that. There's no way I could read your poems...." An elderly woman strolling through Morgan Park the next morning walked over and looked down at a body that obviously had been dead for several hours. Under the wintry light which lit the snow-covered ground, the corpse was utterly still and more than slightly frozen. The deceased person had been dead for some time. From their clothing, the person was well-to-do. One look at the shiny black shoes, it was apparent this individual worked in the big city. The woman who found the body backed up and knew there should be no touching to preserve the evidence. The murder victim had a story to tell! A close look revealed a wound on the left side of the chest just above the heart. The extraordinary feature was that the murderer must not only have composed the body but laid upon the deceased body's chest a handful of Amarillas. The authorities were summoned immediately. The coroner's office removed the body. The first bit of information the detectives of the police department derived was that the murder was not committed in Morgan Park, but somewhere else. In an emotionally charged investigation full of unforeseen twists and turns, Billy Bob Thornton will need to follow an elaborate trail of evidence, secrets, and hidden schemata to help solve a murder mystery that has connections to Bejing, China.

Offers a pictorial history of Chicago's "Village in the City," the Beverly/Morgan Park community developed as a country retreat for Chicago's social, political, and economic elite after the Great Chicago Fire of 1871.

Utah Blaine Held captive south of the border, Colonel Utah Blaine escaped with nothing but the clothes on his back. Then he found new trouble by saving the life of a Texas rancher. The would-be executioners were the rancher’s own men, looking to steal his land. Now Utah has a unique proposition: Have the wealthy Texan play dead, introduce himself as the spread’s new foreman, and take care of the outlaws one by one. The wage to fight another man’s war? Generous. The cost of falling in love while earning that wage? Utah will soon find out—unless the bad guys get him first. Silver Canyon “You’re not wanted in Hattan’s Point,” Matt Brennan was told moments after arriving in town. “There’s trouble here and men are picking sides.” But Matt wasn’t going anywhere until he found out what the dispute was about—and got to know Moira Maclaren. She considered him nothing more than a drifting ranch hand, and he wanted to prove her wrong. To do it, he’d have to solve the mystery of the growing violence—a mystery that could make a man rich…or dead.

From 1915 to 1971 the large U.S. Steel plant was a major part of Duluth’s landscape and life. Just as important was Morgan Park—an innovatively planned and close-knit community constructed for the plant’s employees and their families. In this new book Arnold R. Alanen brings to life Morgan Park, the formerly company-controlled town that now stands as a city neighborhood, and the U.S. Steel plant for which it was built. Planned by renowned landscape architects, architects, and engineers, and provided with schools, churches, and recreational and medical services by U.S. Steel, Morgan Park is an iconic example—like Lowell, Massachusetts, and Pullman, Illinois—of a twentieth-century company town, as well as a window into northeastern Minnesota’s industrial roots. Starting with the intense political debates that preceded U.S. Steel’s decision to build a plant in Duluth, Morgan Park follows the town and its residents through the boom years to the closing of the outmoded facility—an event that foreshadowed industrial shutdowns elsewhere in the United States—and up to today, as current residents work to preserve the community’s historic character. Through compelling archival and contemporary photographs and vibrant stories of a community built of concrete and strong as steel, Alanen shows the impact both the plant and Morgan Park have had on life in Duluth. Arnold R. Alanen is professor of landscape architecture at the University of Wisconsin–Madison. His previous books include Main Street Ready-Made: The New Deal Community of Greendale, Wisconsin and Preserving Cultural Landscapes in America.

The grandson and great-grandson of Chicago police officers, Chicago Police Detective James Sherlock was CPD through-and-through. His career had seen its share of twists and turns, from his time working undercover to thwart robberies on Chicago's L trains, to his side gig working security at The Jerry Springer Show, to his years as a homicide detective. He thought he had seen it all. But on this day, he was at the records center to see the case file for the murder of John Hughes, who was seventeen years old when he was gunned down in a park on Chicago's Southwest Side on May 15, 1976. The case had haunted many in the department for years and its threads led everywhere: Police corruption. Hints of the influence of the Chicago Outfit. A crooked judge. Even the belief that the cover-up extended to &“hizzoner&” himself—legendary Chicago Mayor Richard J. Daley. Sherlock, expecting to retire within a year, had a dream assignment: working cold cases for the Chicago office of the FBI. And with time for one more big investigation, he had chosen this stubborn case. More than forty years after the Hughes killing, he was hopeful he could finally put the case to rest. Then the records clerk handed Sherlock a thin manila folder. A murder that had roiled the city and had been investigated for years had been reduced to a few reports and photographs. What should have been a massive file with notes and transcripts from dozens of interviews was nowhere to be found. Sherlock could have left the records center without the folder and cruised into retirement, and no one would have noticed. Instead, he tucked the envelope under his arm and carried it outside.

“You’re not wanted in Hattan’s Point,” Matt Brennan was told moments after arriving in town. “There’s trouble here and men are picking sides.” But Matt decided he wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he found out what the dispute was about, and not before he got to know Moira Maclaren. She considered him nothing more than a drifting ranch hand, but Matt was determined to prove her wrong. To do so, he’d have to solve a mystery that was at the center of the growing violence in Hattan’s Point–a secret that could make a man rich . . . or dead. Probably dead.