Big Red tequila / Rick Riordan.

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      Summary: A man comes home to San Antonio, Texas, to rescue his old girlfriend and solve the 12-year-old murder of his sheriff father.
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      RIORDAN, R. Big Red tequila. [s. l.]: Bantam Books, 1997. ISBN 9780553576443. Disponível em: Acesso em: 28 jan. 2020.
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      Riordan R. Big Red Tequila. Bantam Books; 1997. Accessed January 28, 2020.
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      Riordan, R. (1997). Big Red tequila. Bantam Books. Retrieved from
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      Riordan, Rick. 1997. Big Red Tequila. A Bantam Book. Bantam Books.
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      Riordan, R. (1997) Big Red tequila. Bantam Books (A Bantam book). Available at: (Accessed: 28 January 2020).
    • Harvard: Australian:
      Riordan, R 1997, Big Red tequila, A Bantam book, Bantam Books, viewed 28 January 2020, .
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      Riordan, Rick. Big Red Tequila. Bantam Books, 1997. EBSCOhost,
    • Chicago/Turabian: Humanities:
      Riordan, Rick. Big Red Tequila. A Bantam Book. Bantam Books, 1997.
    • Vancouver/ICMJE:
      Riordan R. Big Red tequila [Internet]. Bantam Books; 1997 [cited 2020 Jan 28]. (A Bantam book). Available from:


PW Reviews 1997 April #4

Tres Navarre is a loner returning to his hometown to investigate and avenge an unsolved murder that he witnessed a decade before. And the supporting characters look pretty familiar a crooked construction company, corrupt cops, old enemies who resent Tres poking around. What makes this a truly worthy debut is Riordan's voice. Hard to escape calling it hard-boiled Tex-Mex, but that's what it is. The dialogue is terse and the long first-person descriptions show an unbeatable flair for detail: "We pulled into a gravel lot outside the world's smallest outdoor cantina. Three green picnic tables squatted on a red concrete slab. In the back, a stack of fruit crates and an old Coca-Cola cooler passed for the bar. The whole place was ringed by a low cinder-block wall and covered by sagging corrugated tin, strung with the obligatory Christmas lights. Nobody had bothered to put up a sign for the cantina. It just naturally radiated conjunto music and the promise of cold beer." You can almost feel the summer storms rolling over south Texas. (June) Copyright 1998 Publishers Weekly Reviews