Game Piece by Alan Brenham

A fast-paced game of cat and mouse as Detective Marshall plays with fire to find a serial killer that has a personal vendetta against him.

Game piece

Detective Barry Marshall hunts for a hardened serial killer with the ultimate endgame, one intended to strip Marshall of everything he holds dear—his career, his wife, and his reputation. Unbeknownst to Marshall, the killer had dated his wife years ago. Seeing Marshall with her, the killer is pushed over the edge. He wants to punish Marshall for stealing his beloved by playing a cat-and-mouse game of murder. As the body count rises, Marshall is forced to face his worst nightmare.

Genre: FICTION / Crime

Language: English

Keywords: Serial murder; vendetta; police

Word Count: 83280

Sales info:

The book is available in ebook, print, hardcover, and audio. It has 28 reviews on Amazon with a 4.4 star rating.

Sample text:

"I spoke with Sharon Turner. After I got this letter from her.” Erin slapped a piece of note paper on the counter in front of me. “With that necklace she says you gave her for her birthday. And that Visa card.” She grabbed the photographs and slammed them on the counter over the letter. “How many times did you and she go out while I was at that convention?”

“Whoa,” I said, holding both hands up. “First of all, I never went out with her or any other woman for that matter. Second—” I looked at the first photograph. Me and a redhead at a bar. “—I don’t recognize her. Is this supposed to be Sharon Turner?”

“You tell me. You investigated her robbery.”

Her face still rang no bells. “I don’t think this is the same Turner woman.” I looked at the next one. Me kissing her. “This is bullshit. I never kissed her.” The third one in the bedroom. “Who sent these?”

“Read that damn letter.” Erin folded her arms over her chest and walked toward the back door.

I took all of two minutes to read that trash. “I never cheated on you. I never saw this woman. And I have no idea what she’s referring to about any necklace.”

Erin pulled a necklace from her robe pocket and tossed it on the counter. “Now do you?”

I picked it up. Silvery. Light. A cliched engraving. It reminded me of one a teenager would buy for his steady girlfriend. “I don’t know where that came from. I sure as hell didn’t buy it. I didn’t buy a goddamn thing for her. I don’t know her.”

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Already translated. Translated by Genny Becchi
Author review:
Genny did a fantastic job and did it without delay. She even created the bookcover. I highly recommend her.
Translation in progress. Translated by Andressa M da Silva
Already translated. Translated by Luis E. Huizzi

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