Death Wore Gloves

Death Wore Gloves

From the author of Kirby’s Last Circus, which kept Ross H. Spencer’s critics and fans alternately biting their nails and falling out of their chairs, comes his most ambitious, spine-tingling, and hilarious novel to date.

Start with a bleary-eyed, somewhat dubious, almost always shifty private eye named Tuthill Willow, add in a bibulous nun named Sister Rosetta whose favorite watering spot is Raponi’s Old Naples Spaghetti House, where she knocks back shots of vintage whiskey, toss in a bouncer named Florence Gambrello who has the reflexes of a young mongoose, mix with a missing niece of Sister Rosetta’s named Gladys Hornsby, stir in a couple of corpses to taste, and enter the wild, wild world of Ross H. Spencer.