short straw reintroduces santa fe lawyer ed eagle, who first appeared in stuart woods's

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What is praise for short straw?

Praise for Short Straw#N#“This fast-moving tale has more than its share of twists, turns and double-crosses...a fine romp.”— The Roanoke Times (Virginia)#N#“Woods keeps [his characters] moving smartly around the playing board like so many checkers.”— Kirkus Reviews (starred review)#N#“A taut tale of a very bad woman out to fleece a very good man…Scarcely an excess word gets in the way of the briskly moving plot.”— Publishers Weekly#N#“Woods keeps the wattage high.”— Booklist#N#More Praise for Stuart Woods#N#“Stuart Woods is a no-nonsense, slam-bang storyteller.”— Chicago Tribune

Who is the author of Ed Eagle?

Paperback. In the second Ed Eagle novel, #1 New York Times bestselling author Stuart Woods delivers a compulsively readable thriller full of crosses and double-crosses, featuring a shrewd criminal lawyer and his black widow of a wife... Santa Fe lawyer Ed Eagle fell in love with the seductive Barbara Kennerly and married her—against his better ...

What did Betty say to the fax machine?

Betty took a deep breath, walked over to his desk and laid the sheet of paper on it. “I just found this in the fax machine,” she said. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner, but I’ve been busy.”

What did Eagle say on the office door?

There was a rap on the office door. “Come in!” Eagle yelled.

What did Ed say to Betty?

Ed bared his teeth. “Look in my mouth,” he said to Betty. “Do I still have my eyeteeth?”

Who said "That's above my lending limit Ed"?

Fred and Arthur exchanged a glance. “That’s above my lending limit, Ed; Arthur’s, too. We’ll have to go to committee.”

Did Ed Eagle want to get out of bed?

ED EAGLE DIDN’T WANT TO GET OUT OF BED. USUALLY HE woke at the stroke of seven, put his feet on the floor and was up and running, but not this morning. He drifted for a moment, then snapped back. He raised his head and looked at the large digital clock that rested on top of the huge, flat-screen TV on his bedroom wall: 10:03A.M. Impossible. Clock broken.