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T is for Trespass: A Kinsey Millhone Novel

In this installment of the Kinsey Millhone series, the protagonist delves into a complex case involving trespassing and its underlying mysteries. The novel is set in a community where secrets and intrigue are prevalent, providing a backdrop for Kinsey's investigation. more

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Sue Grafton
Sue Grafton

Sue Grafton is an American author best known for her alphabet series of detective novels. Her works are arranged in alphabetical order from A to Z, with each letter representing a novel featuring a main detective. Grafton's novels are praised for their complex plots, vivid characters, and unique insights into criminal psychology. more

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