Crown's Dilemma

Hard-boiled private eye Sam Crown once said, “The line between a firing squad and a Medal of Honor is as thin as a razor’s edge.” He is once again faced with such a dilemma: should he step over that thin line if it offers him a chance to save an innocent girl’s life?
That’s just one problem Sam has to deal with in Crown’s Dilemma. A thirty-year-old photo taken in Saigon pops up and threatens to destroy Sam and his family, a fire-storm he must extinguish at all costs.
His beautiful wife Bo—an ex-FBI agent turned PI and attorney—must try her hand at criminal law to save a friend who has been falsely accused of a crime by a dirty cop.
And Becky, their adopted genius daughter, discovers that there is more to life than mathematics and physics as she finally has her first date. This catches Sam off guard and forces him to face the fact that his daughter is growing up
Sam is once again drawn into a reluctant alliance with Las Vegas crime boss Tony Bracco. John Crown, Sam’s ex-CIA-agent father, does not care for the attention that Bracco pays to his granddaughter, Becky, and issues a stern warning.

“I don’t threaten, I just act. Anybody that hurts that girl in any way will never live long enough to regret it.”
A small smile formed on Bracco’s lips. “We are of one mind on that.”
He lifted his glass and so did John. They clinked them together. Bracco said, “To Professor Crown. May she always be happy—and safe.”
John just nodded.
Bracco stuck the stub of his cheroot into an urn that was filled with sand. John knocked the ashes out of his pipe into it. They drained their glasses of the last of the whiskey and left them on the wooden bench. The two of them went back inside.
Bracco thought, This harmless-looking old man is the deadliest person I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t want to be the one who messed with his family. I suspect a couple of phone calls to his “club” is all it takes. Invisible people who don’t exist. God, and I thought I had power.

The action is non-stop and the body count is high.

One of them stood up, a gun in his hand, to get a better look at the newcomers. Smith calmly stopped next to another Harley, dropped the kick stand and turned off his engine. He stepped off his bike, swung his silenced MP-5 up, and shot the two guards, three shots into each of them. They died instantly. He walked towards the porch.

This is the third book in the Sam Crown Mystery Series. Jump on the Crownsville Express for your most thrilling ride yet. But wait! Just as you think the ride is over, it isn’t. Hold on to your hat for the surprise ending.