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Unicorn Airlines Flight 739 with no pilot, no crew, and no passengers lands at Anchorage International Airport. As the authorities are wondering what happened, a ransom demand is made for the passengers: $25 million in diamonds. Chief of detectives for the Sandersonville, North Carolina, police department Captain Heinz Noonan is visiting his in-laws in Anchorage when he is called onto the case.

Captain Heinz Noonan, master of the impossible crime, is called upon to solve the most puzzling of riddles. If it's odd, you call Noonan. Why, for instance, would someone steal 200 garden gnomes and then leave them in a pattern across a city? Better yet, how can air cargo increase in weight as it flies and how can a century old Tong high-binder warrior appear in a locked warehouse and then disappear in a cloud of smoke? And why would anyone want to steal anything from a garbage dump?

Captain Heinz Noonan, master of the impossible crime, is in Wyoming to solve an odd murder. A transient is under arrest, accused of murdering himself with a weapon that cannot be found at a time no one could pinpoint for an unknown motive. And how is this murder linked with three odd robberies in three different Wyoming towns in adjacent counties and what does all of this have to do with $25 million in missing Russian money from Philadelphia? See if you can solve the impossible crime faster than Detective Heinz Noonan.

In The Matter of the Dematerializing Armored Car, chief of detectives Heinz Noonan is asked to solve the disappearance of an empty armored car and its two drivers from a tunnel with guards on both ends. Why would anyone want to steal an empty armored car and is it linked the 12 million dollars in cash in the armored car vault under the control of the United States department of treasury which vanishes without a trace - legally? A suspenseful thriller of breathtaking action where the detective must solve an impossible crime before the heist can become an unsolved crime!

A humorous, inside look at white supremacy when a KKK wannabe goes right.

Beating Banks at Their Own Game is the saga of five people who use occupational and real-life experience in banking and real estate to seize control of more than 120 lots in a six-block area in Las Vegas using money that does not exist. They slide the land titles into a shell corporation and then sell out to a development corporation for 75 percent of book value.

Judge Xenophon and the Foxworthy Cabal is a literary snapshot of an Alaska Gold Rush boomtown in August of 1900. The boomtown, Ophir, is on the edge of either going civilized or ghost. To become civilized, it needs to legally squeeze out the crooked judge before he absconds on the last steamship of the season - in 30 days - with the gold he has been legally seizing since June. Told in 50 first-person vignettes, the novel is the epitome of small-town America where there are no secrets, and everyone knows everything about everybody.

What do you do when your best friend puts a corpse in your garage and hands you a suitcase with $100,000 worth of diamonds? Then, five minutes later, the FBI shows up. How are you going to explain the corpse? And if the FBI doesn't ask about the diamonds, do you tell them? If they don't ask, are the diamonds yours?

No one knew where Old Man Peterson got his gold, but there was a lot of it. Everyone wanted a share and was willing to kill to get it.

A comedy of errors when four octogenarian Egyptology docents steal a mummy which has no value to find artifacts they know do not exist and are mistaken for a band of professional art thieves.

How can a Greyhound bus containing four bank robbers, $10 million in cash, the contents of all of the safety deposit boxes, and 12 hostages being followed by the San Francisco police vanish off the Golden Gate Bridge? With the clock ticking, Captain Heinz Noonan will have to unravel the mystery.

It was the land of the Alaska Gold Rush, where nuggets were said to be the size of goose eggs, where men froze to death in search of the elusive yellow metal, and dancehall girls lured overnight millionaire sourdoughs into marriage. Honky-tonk pianos punctuated the howl of the north wind in towns that were half-tent and half-ramshackle collections of driftwood, whalebone, and packing cases. It was a time of whiskey and gold and long, lonely trails behind a dogsled. It was, in a word, ALASKA.