Running away (from assassins / evil secret service / the ghost of a little girl) this weekend? Take these books with you. And run faster.
Equal Danger, by Leonardo Sciascia
An attorney, a judge, and then another judge are all shot dead in an imaginary country. Random or conspiracy? Either way, it’s paranoia city in Sciascia’s metaphysical detective novel.
The Other, by Thomas Tryon
An evil twin story. A really, really creepy evil twin story. What more do you need to know?
Red Lights, by Georges Simenon
Steve and Nancy just want to pick their kids up from camp, but when Steve decides to get drunk and pick up an escapee from Sing Sing along the way, the couples’ plans are derailed. Those kids are just going to have to wait.
The Mad and the Bad, by Jean-Patrick Manchette
What do you get when you put an evil architect, an insane asylum discharge, a super bratty kid, and a hired gunman together? Chaos. Bloody chaos.
Rogue Male, by Geoffrey Household
A bored hunter decides to play out his own version of “The Most Dangerous Game,” with a vicious dictator as the target. Suffice it to say, the game turns on him and he’s chased o’er hill and vale by a hunter as good—or better—than him.
Fatale, by Jean-Patrick Manchette
Aimee’s secret to being a great killer?: be beautiful, be deceptive, and always exercise in the buff (no, that’s not a euphemism).
The Fox in the Attic, by Richard Hughes
A young Welshman, unjustly considered complicit in a murder, travels to Bavaria to stay at his relatives’ castle. There he discovers a Germany torn apart by its recent defeat in WWI, unrequited love, and an intimate look into a growing political party that threatens to change everyone’s future.
The Murderess, by Alexandros Papadiamantis
It’s no fun being a woman on the dirt-poor island of Skiathos, and no one knows that better than Papadiamantis’ grandma-turned-murderer, Hadoula.
Don’t Look Now, by Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier was a master of nightmares, and this collection is full of them: vacation-ruining ghosts, midnight trysts that devolve into homicides, and the killer birds that Hitchcock loved so much.