W is for Wasted

<p><b><i>W is for Wasted </i>is the twenty-third in the Kinsey Millhone </b><b>alphabet </b><b>mystery series by Sue Grafton. </b><br><br><i>Two dead men changed the course of my life that fall. One of them I knew and the other I'd never laid eyes on until I saw him in the morgue.</i><br><br> The first was a local private investigator of suspect reputation. He'd been gunned down near the beach at Santa Teresa. It looked like a robbery gone bad. The other was on the beach six weeks later. He'd been sleeping rough. Probably homeless. No identification. A slip of paper with private investigator Kinsey Millhone's name and number was in his trouser pocket. The coroner asked her to come to the morgue to see if she could ID him.<br><br> Two seemingly unrelated deaths, one a murder, the other apparently of natural causes.<br><br> But as Kinsey digs deeper into the mystery of the John Doe, some very strange links begin to emerge. And before long at least one aspect is solved as Kinsey finds the key to his identity . . .<br><br> In this multi-layered tale, the surfaces seem clear, but the underpinnings are full of betrayals, misunderstandings, and outright murderous fraud. And Kinsey, through no fault of her own, is thoroughly compromised . . .</p>