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Cold Pursuit: A Frank Peniston Mystery. Frank Peniston Mysteries, #3
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- ISBN8231158539
- EAN9798231158539
- Date de parution24/07/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
It's 104 degrees in Welvin, Massachusetts, and Frank Peniston has a heatstroke, a hunch, and a rocket pop with a tracking chip inside it. When a pristine ice cream truck rolls into town during a brutal summer wave, something doesn't sit right-especially not after Frank discovers it's part of SNO.TRU, a frozen dessert syndicate secretly running a surveillance network. Every rocket pop. Every Choco Taco.
Every "on the house" cone. They're not cooling you off. They're turning up the heat. Armed with a malfunctioning thermometer-scanner, a duct-taped TI-83 calculator, and a freezer full of classified desserts, Frank must take down an AI called FLAVR-AI, survive a dozen nearly identical Mr. Delmont clones, and endure yet another uncomfortably vivid 69 in a deep freezer. Also, his kidney is doing something unholy.
From the deranged mind of Frankfort Petersén comes another aggressively caffeinated installment in the Frank Peniston Mystery series. Ice cream. Explosions. Overwrought narration. Surveillance popsicles. Justice has never been so cold.
Every "on the house" cone. They're not cooling you off. They're turning up the heat. Armed with a malfunctioning thermometer-scanner, a duct-taped TI-83 calculator, and a freezer full of classified desserts, Frank must take down an AI called FLAVR-AI, survive a dozen nearly identical Mr. Delmont clones, and endure yet another uncomfortably vivid 69 in a deep freezer. Also, his kidney is doing something unholy.
From the deranged mind of Frankfort Petersén comes another aggressively caffeinated installment in the Frank Peniston Mystery series. Ice cream. Explosions. Overwrought narration. Surveillance popsicles. Justice has never been so cold.
It's 104 degrees in Welvin, Massachusetts, and Frank Peniston has a heatstroke, a hunch, and a rocket pop with a tracking chip inside it. When a pristine ice cream truck rolls into town during a brutal summer wave, something doesn't sit right-especially not after Frank discovers it's part of SNO.TRU, a frozen dessert syndicate secretly running a surveillance network. Every rocket pop. Every Choco Taco.
Every "on the house" cone. They're not cooling you off. They're turning up the heat. Armed with a malfunctioning thermometer-scanner, a duct-taped TI-83 calculator, and a freezer full of classified desserts, Frank must take down an AI called FLAVR-AI, survive a dozen nearly identical Mr. Delmont clones, and endure yet another uncomfortably vivid 69 in a deep freezer. Also, his kidney is doing something unholy.
From the deranged mind of Frankfort Petersén comes another aggressively caffeinated installment in the Frank Peniston Mystery series. Ice cream. Explosions. Overwrought narration. Surveillance popsicles. Justice has never been so cold.
Every "on the house" cone. They're not cooling you off. They're turning up the heat. Armed with a malfunctioning thermometer-scanner, a duct-taped TI-83 calculator, and a freezer full of classified desserts, Frank must take down an AI called FLAVR-AI, survive a dozen nearly identical Mr. Delmont clones, and endure yet another uncomfortably vivid 69 in a deep freezer. Also, his kidney is doing something unholy.
From the deranged mind of Frankfort Petersén comes another aggressively caffeinated installment in the Frank Peniston Mystery series. Ice cream. Explosions. Overwrought narration. Surveillance popsicles. Justice has never been so cold.
