Sydney Rye Mysteries Books 1-3

Sydney Rye and her dog, Blue, exact justice with a vengeance.The dog doesn't die. But the bad guys do. Blue was as tall as a Great Dane but skinnier, with the snout of a collie, the markings of a Siberian husky, the ears and tail of a shepherd, and the body of a wolf with one blue eye and one brown. Crouched in a sitting position, unable to lie down or sit all the way up, he looked at me from between the bars, and I fell in love.I adopted Blue from the shelter, and everything in my world changed...When I brought him home, I wanted something in my life that was worth holding on to. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and picked up a dog-walking gig on the Upper East Side. I was young and lost…normal.I was still Joy Humbolt.I'd never even heard the name Sydney Rye.Never seen a dead body, gotten beat up, or shot at. I didn’t set out to be a hero—couldn’t have imagined becoming a vigilante.But I don’t regret what I’ve done. The lives I’ve saved...or the ones I’ve taken.P.S. The dog never dies.