title: Stolen Voice: A Gil Cunningham Murder Mystery (Gil Cunningham Murder Mysteries)
author:  Pat McIntosh 
description: Starred Review. The baffling return of David Drummond, who vanished as a child three decades earlier, is but one of several intriguing puzzles Gil Cunningham investigates in McIntosh's excellent sixth mystery to feature the 15th-century Scottish constable (after 2008's <i>The Rough Collier</i>). David was about 11 when he disappeared without a trace from Glen Buckie, but somehow he's aged only five or six years in the meantime. Cunningham must also ascertain the fates of four men, all choir members, who have recently gone missing. Some locals believe only the supernatural can explain these inexplicable eventsone is sure the devil himself is behind them. Cunningham, who seeks a more mundane agency, doggedly interviews those who might be responsible for the abductions, including David's older brother, Andrew, whose singing voice has been damaged and who may resent those with uninjured voices. McIntosh does a solid job of blending plot and period detail. <i>(July)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  The Nudist Gym Death Riddle  
  
  
    
  
  
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  # The Nudist Gym Death Riddle
  
  
  ### By JACK GRAY
  
  
  This page formatted 2005 Blackmask Online.
  
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  Vice Squad Detective , undated, 1930's
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Ace Lansing, private investigator, goes nudist to solve this thrilling mystery
  of a double death!
  
  
  THE telephone in the Lansing Detective Agency shrilled commandingly,
  shattering the late afternoon silence of the little office with its strident
  clatter. Stifling a yawn, Ace Lansing put down the Chronicle pink sheet,
  lifted the French phone from its cradle and answered with a lazy, “Yeah?”
  
  “That you, Ace?” came a voice over the wire. Greeted with another languid,
  “Yeah,” the voice went on in curt, clipped accents.
  
  “This is Sam Andrews at the Chronicle. I gotta job for you!”
  
  Lansing swung upright in his swivel chair, dropped his feet from the
  cigarette-scarred oak des