Luck Be a Lady, Don't Die

Rat Pack 2 “A terrific yarn. Sinatra would have loved it.”—LARRY KING Vegas, 1960. Gamblin', drinkin', and everybody's misbehavin'. Six months ago, while they were filming Ocean's 11, the Rat Pack needed Eddie Gianelli's help to track down the mug who was sending threatening letters to Dino. Now they're back for the premiere and it's Frank who needs Eddie's help. Seems a babe he was planning to meet in Sin City took a powder—leaving behind her luggage and a stiff in the bathtub. She's on the lam, and it's up to Eddie to find her and figure out if she's a victim or a killer. Once again Eddie teams up with his P.I. buddy, Danny Bardini, and the Jewish New York torpedo, Jerry Epstein, who never met a pancake he didn't like. Together they scour the neon streets, smoke-filled lounges, casinos, and seamy back alleys, dodging bodies and thugs with guns. But when Sam Giancana arrives on the scene, Eddie starts to wonder if he's going to be able to keep himself out of jail—and alive. Celebrity cameos spice up the action, and Mo Mo Giancana brings a dark presence to the story. Once again, Randisi, the man Booklist says "may be the last of the pulp writers," gives readers a tour de force of bright lights, hot dice, and drop-dead-gorgeous dames in this second novel of the exciting, acclaimed series. PRAISE FOR RAT PACK MYSTERY NOVELS "Randisi perfectly captures the GLITZ, GLAMOUR, CORRUPTION, AND CRIME of the era, using the Rat Pack gang with affectionate respect and considerable acumen."―Publishers Weekly on Luck Be a Lady, Don't Die “As entertaining as the series debut. Frank, Dean, Sammy, and Joey Bishop are all portrayed as the COOLEST OF THE COOL CATS (well, maybe not Joey), and the stakes are elevated….GREAT FUN for the snap-brimmed-hat crowd.”―Booklist on Luck Be a Lady, Don’t Die "Longtime mystery veteran Randisi does a BANG-UP JOB CAPTURING SINATRA, MARTIN, DAVIS JR., AND THEIR FELLOW KINGS OF COOL in all their Vegas glory....With a likable but savvy protagonist, a deep understanding of Vegas culture and sixties style, and an obvious love of the Rat Pack, Randisi delivers a stylish, memorable winner."―The Baltimore Sun on Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime “A RAT-A-TAT WHODUNIT [that] harks back to drugstore pulp fiction…Randisi conjures up a sharkskin-suited man's world, awash in booze [and] broads…a quick romp…with a flashy façade.”―The Washington Post on Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime