10th Anniversary (Women's Murder Club Series #10)by James Patterson, Maxine Paetro
Detective Lindsay Boxer's long-awaited wedding celebration becomes a distant memory when she is called to investigate a horrendous crime: a badly injured teenage girl is left for dead, and her newborn baby is nowhere to be found. Lindsay discovers that not only is there no trace of the criminals--but that the victim may be/strong>
For every secret
Detective Lindsay Boxer's long-awaited wedding celebration becomes a distant memory when she is called to investigate a horrendous crime: a badly injured teenage girl is left for dead, and her newborn baby is nowhere to be found. Lindsay discovers that not only is there no trace of the criminals--but that the victim may be keeping secrets as well.
For every lie
At the same time, Assistant District Attorney Yuki Castellano is prosecuting the biggest case of her life--a woman who has been accused of murdering her husband in front of her two young children. Yuki's career rests on a guilty verdict, so when Lindsay finds evidence that could save the defendant, she is forced to choose. Should she trust her best friend or follow her instinct?
There's a different way to die
Lindsay's every move is watched by her new boss, Lieutenant Jackson Brady, and when the pressure to find the baby begins interfering with her new marriage to Joe, she wonders if she'll ever be able to start a family. With James Patterson's white-hot speed and unquenchable action, 10th Anniversary is the most deliciously chilling Women's Murder Club book ever.
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By Patterson, James
Little, Brown and CompanyCopyright © 2011 Patterson, James
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WITH BELLS ON
THIS WAS THE DAY I was getting married.
Our suite at the Ritz in Half Moon Bay was in chaos. My best friends and I had stripped down to our underwear, and our street clothes had been flung over the furniture. Sorbet-colored dresses hung from the moldings and door frames.
The scene looked like a Degas painting of ballerinas before the curtain went up, or maybe a romanticized bordello in the Wild West. Jokes were cracked. Giddiness reigned—and then the door opened and my sister Catherine stepped in, wearing her brave face: a tight smile, pain visible at the corners of her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Cat?” I asked.
“He’s not here.”
I blinked, tried to ignore the sharp pang of disappointment. I said sarcastically, “Well, there’s a shock.”
Cat was talking about our father, Marty Boxer, who left home when we were kids and failed to show when my mom was dying. I’d seen him only twice in the past ten years and hadn’t missed him, but after he’d told Cat he’d come to my wedding, I’d had an expectation.
“He said he would be here. He promised,” Cat said.
I’m six years older than my sister and a century more jaded. I should have known better. I hugged her.
“Forget it,” I said. “He can’t hurt us. He’s nobody to us.”
Claire, my best bosom buddy, sat up in bed, swung her legs over, and put her bare feet on the floor. She’s a large black woman and funny—acidly so. If she weren’t a pathologist, she could do stand-up comedy.
“I’ll give you away, Lindsay,” she said. “But I want you back.”
Cindy and I cracked up, and Yuki piped up, “I know who can stand in for Marty, that jerk.” She stepped into her pink satin dress, pulled it up over her tiny little bones, and zipped it herself. She said, “Be right back.”
Getting things done was Yuki’s specialty. Don’t get in her way when she’s in gear. Even if she’s in the wrong gear.
“Yuki, wait,” I called as she rushed out the door. I turned to Claire, saw that she was holding up what used to be called a foundation garment. It was boned and forbidding-looking.
“I don’t mind wearing a dress that makes me look like a cupcake, but how in hell am I supposed to get into this?”
“I love my dress,” said Cindy, fingering the peach-colored silk organza. She was probably the first bridesmaid in the world to express that sentiment, but Cindy was terminally lovesick. She turned her pretty face toward me and said dreamily, “You should get ready.”
Two yards of creamy satin slid out of the garment bag. I wriggled into the strapless Vera Wang confection, then stood with my sister in front of the long freestanding mirror: a pair of tall brown-eyed blondes, looking so much like our dad.
“Grace Kelly never looked so good,” said Cat, her eyes welling up.
“Dip your head, gorgeous,” said Cindy.
She fastened her pearls around my neck.
I did a little pirouette, and Claire caught my hand and twirled me under her arm. She said, “Do you believe it, Linds? I’m going to dance at your wedding.”
She didn’t say “finally,” but she was right to think it, having lived through my roller-coaster, long-distance romance with Joe, punctuated by his moving to San Francisco to be with me, my house burning down, a couple of near-death experiences, and a huge diamond engagement ring that I’d kept in a drawer for most of a year.
“Thanks for keeping the faith,” I said.
“I wouldn’t call it faith, darling,” Claire cracked. “I never expected to see a miracle, let alone be part of one.”
I gave her a playful jab on the arm. She ducked and feinted. The door opened and Yuki came in with my bouquet: a lavish bunch of peonies and roses tied with baby blue streamers.
“This hankie belonged to my grandmother,” Cindy said, tucking a bit of lace into my cleavage, checking off the details. “Old, new, borrowed, blue. You’re good.”
“I cued up the music, Linds,” said Yuki. “We’re on.”
Joe and I were really getting married.
JACOBI MET ME IN THE hotel lobby, stuck out his elbow, and laughed out loud. Yuki had been right. Jacobi was the perfect stand-in Dad. I took his arm and he kissed my cheek.
First time ever.
“You look beautiful, Boxer. You know, more than usual.”
Jacobi and I had spent so much time in a squad car together, we could almost read each other’s minds. But I didn’t have to be clairvoyant to read the love in his eyes.
I grinned at him and said, “Thanks, Jacobi. Thanks a lot.”
I squeezed his arm and we walked across an acre of marble, through tall French doors, and into my future.
Jacobi had a limp and a wheeze, the remnants of a shooting a couple of years back in the Tenderloin. I’d thought we were both going to check out that night. But that was then.
Now the warm, salty air embraced me. The great lawns flowed around the shining white gazebo and down to the bluff. The Pacific crashed against the cliff side, and the setting sun tinted the clouds a glowing whiskey pink that you could never capture on film. I’d never seen a more beautiful place.
“Take it easy, now,” Jacobi said. “No sprinting down the aisle. Just keep step with the music.”
“If you insist,” I said, laughing.
Two blocks of chairs had been set up facing the gazebo, and the aisle had been cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape. POLICE LINE. DO NOT CROSS.
The tape had to have been Conklin’s idea. I was sure of it when he caught my eye and gave me a broad grin and a thumbs-up. Cat’s young daughters skipped down the grassy aisle tossing rose petals as the wedding march began. My best friends stepped out in time, and I followed behind them.
Smiling faces turned to me. Charlie Clapper on the aisle, guys from the squad, and new and old friends were on the left. Five of Joe’s look-alike brothers and their families were on my right. Joe’s parents turned to beam at me from the front row.
Jacobi brought me up the gazebo steps to the altar and released my arm, and I looked up at my wonderful, handsome husband-to-be. Joe’s eyes connected with mine, and I knew without any doubt that the roller-coaster ride had been worth it. I knew this man so well. Our tested love was rich and deep and solid.
Longtime family friend the Reverend Lynn Boyer put our hands together, Joe’s hand over mine, then whispered theatrically so that everyone could hear, “Enjoy this moment, Joseph. This is the last time you’ll have the upper hand with Lindsay.”
Delighted laughter rang out and then hushed. With the sound of seagulls calling, Joe and I exchanged promises to love and cherish through good days and bad, through sickness and health, for as long as we both lived.
Do you take this man to be your wedded husband?
I do. I really do.
There were nervous titters as I fumbled with Joe’s wedding band and it spun out of my hand. Joe and I both stooped, grabbed the ring at the same time, and held it between our fingers.
“Steady, Blondie,” Joe said. “It only gets better from here.”
I laughed, and when we resumed our positions, I got that gold band onto Joe’s finger. The Reverend Boyer told Joe he could kiss the bride, and my husband held my face between his hands.
We kissed, and then again. And again. And again.
There was wild applause and a surge of music.
This was real. I was Mrs. Joseph Molinari. Joe took my hand and, grinning like little kids, we walked back up the aisle through a shower of rose petals.
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Meet the Author
James Patterson has had more New York Times bestsellers than any other writer, ever, according to Guinness World Records. Since his first novel won the Edgar Award in 1977 James Patterson's books have sold more than 300 million copies. He is the author of the Alex Cross novels, the most popular detective series of the past twenty-five years, including Kiss the Girls and Along Came a Spider. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family.
- Palm Beach, Florida
- Date of Birth:
- March 22, 1947
- Place of Birth:
- Newburgh, New York
- B.A., Manhattan College, 1969; M.A., Vanderbilt University, 1971
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I enjoy James Patterson and this series. But why, oh why, is the ebook more expensive than the hard cover book? Makes no sense at all!
Since you cant write a review about a book that hasn't been released yet I have to say that the entire series up to number nine have been wonderful. Each book has been different but with the same characters that you really bond with. But I have to say I probably wont be ordering this one until the e price comes down. Costing the same as a hard cover book is a crime. There is no trees being cut down, no printing had to be done and no shipping or handling but they still are going to charge $15? Good luck to those who give in and pay, i'm sure it will be worth it.
I love and have all of Patterson's books and other top authors, Baldacci, Johansen, Connelly, Woods & Sanford...but have had to change where I get my books due to the ever increasing Nook-Book prices. I love my Nook, but I can get them just as cheap in hard-cover in Sam's, Walmart or Cosco and am using Nook for the "bargain cheaper" books. It wasn't too bad when Nook gave you "Freebie Friday's" and occasionally, threw you a decent author. Now we don't even have that. Love my Nook...HATE THE PRICES. Sorry B&N...you are losing money from your faithful readers. REAd in AZ.
14.99 is ridiculous! we were led to believe that most books would be 9.99 or less. so why is it that just about every book i want is either 12.99 or 14.99. and none of these books are lendable! i will be going back to the library for these books.
I am new to the nook i recieved it for my birthday with lots of added hints.. I decided on the nook because i am always buying books from B & N so i thought it would be a cheaper alternative but the prices on the books on most i should say are far to absurd i will still read some on the nook but on books i really want to read if they are cheaper in book form i will be reading it from the book.I just dont understand why they are more for the e books when you are saving all the money on paper not having printing cost's.
First, the author has no control over price. Second, the publisher sets the bulk price and the bookstores can negotiate that price. The bookstore than adds markup to that price. A clue, author's receive no royalties on the bookstore profit. Only on the net cost of the book. Saying the author is greedy is beyond insulting. Break it down: Publisher price to store: $17 - 20 Bookstore markup: $5-$10 (their profit) Average author 10% royalties on net: That's $2.00 per book. Next time you go in for your annual raise, even though the cost of living has increased by 30% I'm sure you'll be fine with your boss telling you since you had enough to live on next year, you don't need any more added to your salary this year. No, ebooks should not cost more than print books. But don't pull in the author on this. He didn't price the book, the Nook, or the mark-up. And he has every right to earn whatever living he wants same as you do.
I do not believe the cost of the ebooks or I would have thought harder about the nook. I wanted to stop the hard copy books in my home and have given most of them to the library. Ebooks are more expensive than hard cover and audible from the audbile clubs. Is there an Ebook club out there that is compatable?
I have been a B&N customer for many many years. I loved getting the Nook when it came out so I could get my books whenever I was in the mood and not have to waste gas going to see if my store had it in. I have noticed that gradually the prices of the ebooks are going up. I have everyone of the Women's Murder Club Series and thought I would snap up this one too. When I noticed the price was higher than the hardcover, I shopped around on Amazon and Apple IBooks and this book is being sold with the same price by everyone. I find it odd that this one is so expensive when alot of my other favorite authors (Iris Johansen, Alex Kava) books are cheaper as ebooks. Maybe it's the publisher that sets the price? I'll suck it up and buy it, but not happy about it. Hope it's worth it!
When I saw the price for this ebook I went to James Patterson's website. It looks as if all of the ebooks are $14.99. This looks like a way for James Patterson and Little, Brown & Company to take advantage. I will not be reading this book. I will not be reading James Patterson as long as the ebooks are more than the hard copies.
I love the Women's Murder Club books. I recently purchased the Nook two months ago. My first surprise was when I purchased "No Time Left" by David Baldacci and waited several weeks to finally download the book and found it was for only 21 pages. What a rip off! Now I would love to purchase #10 in this series but will not because it is too expensive. B&N is falsely advertising that e-books are cheaper than hardcover books and their sales personnel are also giving customers false information. This e-book is more money than the hardcover book! B&N needs to rectify this problem. I will not be telling my friends or colleagues to buy a Nook. I have never written a review or rated a book before but I felt that I needed to voice my opinion about this terrible injustice.
I enjoyed reading this. Very good read. and hard to put down.
I am not going to talk about the price of the book/ebook, because you can read reviews upon reviews about it. I am going to talk about the book itself. I found it very underwhelming, and after 20+ years of writing exciting novels, I was disappointed in Mr. Patterson. The story feels rushed, and has to many things going on to really get into it. I felt as though he tried to cram as many crimes into one book as possible, while the murder club never really did what you come to expect from past books. The girls never solved a crime together, there were different crimes each was working on, and I felt that the personal story of Lindsey Boxer was lacking. I am hoping that the next book is better.
It used to be that the name on the cover of a book was the person who wrote the book. How sad it is that that is no longer the case. Even sadder, the celebrity guest author's name is 20 times larger than the ghostwriter's, which in my opinion is fraud, as some will miss the name and buy the book mistakenly thinking it was written by the celebrity. It may be great, it may not. I'll never know.
I've read all of the Alex Cross and the Womens' Murder Clubs and immediately look forward to the next one !
I can't rate this book properly because I don't want to spend the money to download to my nook. I would love to read this book but I guess I will wait until it is available at my library to rent the ebook. I agree with all others that the pricing for nookbooks is outrageous...isn't electronic books to be able to save money and the environment by not having to print out the book. I haven't bought an ebook in so long due to pricing. Sad.
James Patterson and Little Brown is getting disgusting with their marketing lately. It used to be that they put previews in paperbacks but not with Patterson. Now he markets his next co-authored book that is coming out in a month or two later. Is this what you have reduced yourself James pimping? You have the power to say no but your unending greed proves that you are no longer a legitimate author but a boiler plate factory with all your minions doing the writing.
Free ebooks can be downloaded into your nook . Go to library and get info
I love Patterson....but will have to wait til the price is more reasonable.
Why is it that i have to wait 24 more hours to get this book when i preordered it on April 1st? never doing that again. And got two different answers from customer service as to why i dont have it yet. so frustrated! Cant really review the book when i dont even have it.
Very good and i did like everybody to get a copy
This was really fast moving. I just love the women's murder club series. If you haven't read it yet and are a fan of this series I'd highly recommend it.
The author selling it for $7.99 free postage,,,
Kind of boring in spots. Definitely a lot less action than previous books. As far as the Nook Price: The price is set by the publisher, not B&N. Take your case to the right people and maybe things will change. Or just don't read Nook Books.
this book did not hold my attention like most patterson novels.
Having said the above I would like to comment on the price B&N is charging for the ebooks. The main reason I chose the EBook was the lower price for the books and not having shelvesfull of hardcover books. Am somewhat disappointed in your marketing strategy.