Hell's Bay (Mass Market Paperback)

By James W. Hall

Minotaur Books, 9780312944179, 336pp.

Publication Date: March 3, 2009



Wealthy Florida matron Abigail Bates is on a canoe trip down a backwater river when suddenly, from out of nowhere, she is held underwater to drown by a strange and merciless killer…

Thorn is aboard a houseboat in Hell’s Bay when he is confronted by Abigail’s son and alluring granddaughter. Thorn soon learns that they are his long-lost relatives—and that he is about to inherit a great fortune. He’s also about to find out that being a member of the Bates family comes with a price…

As he searches for clues about Abigail’s murder, Thorn’s houseboat becomes a precarious island of safety as he and the others find themselves hunted by an invisible enemy. For someone out there knows much more about the Bates family’s dark past than Thorn does. Someone who has lived a lifetime in their shadow—and has seen the damage their wealth and influence

About the Author

JAMES W. HALL is an Edgar and Shamus Award-winning author whose books have been translated into a dozen languages. He has written four books of poetry, a collection of short fiction, and a collection of essays. This is his fifteenth novel. He and his wife, Evelyn, divide their time between South Florida and North Carolina.

Praise For Hell's Bay

“James Hall’s writing is astringent, penetrating, and unfailingly gripping long after you read the last page. Explodes with the brilliance of chain lightning.”—Dean Koontz

“The king of the Florida-gothic noir.”—Dennis Lehane

“No writer working today…more clearly evokes the shadows and loss that hide within the human heart.”—Robert Crais

“James W. Hall’s lyrical passion for the Florida Keys, his spare language, and unusual images haunt us long after the story has faded.”—Sara Paretsky

“A master of suspense…James Hall’s prose runs as clean and fast as Gulf Stream waters.”—The New York Times Book Review

“James Hall is a writer I have learned from over the years. His people and places have more brush strokes than a van Gogh. He delivers taut and muscular stories about a place where evil always lurks beneath the surface.”—Michael Connelly