7th Heaven (Women's Murder Club Series #7)
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7th Heaven (Women's Murder Club Series #7)

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by James Patterson

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Two cases have pushed San Francisco detective Lindsay Boxer beyond her limits. In the first, a terrible fire in a wealthy home has left a married couple dead and Lindsay and her partner, Rich Conklin, searching for clues. At the same time, Michael Campion, the son of California's ex-governor with a reputation for partying, has been missing for a month. When there

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Two cases have pushed San Francisco detective Lindsay Boxer beyond her limits. In the first, a terrible fire in a wealthy home has left a married couple dead and Lindsay and her partner, Rich Conklin, searching for clues. At the same time, Michael Campion, the son of California's ex-governor with a reputation for partying, has been missing for a month. When there finally seems to be a lead in his case, it is a devastating one. And the combined pressure from the press and the brass is overwhelming.

Assistant District Attorney Yuki Castellano plunges into the biggest case of her life to get to the bottom of Michael Campion's disappearance. As fire after fire consumes couples in expensive neighborhoods, Lindsay and her friends in the Women's Murder Club race to find the arsonists responsible. But suddenly the fires are raging too close to home. Frightened for her life and torn between two men, Lindsay confronts the most daunting dilemmas she's ever faced — in a thriller with unexpected twists and emotional extremes of the kind only James Patterson — "the man who can't miss" (Time) — can deliver.

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After 2007's raging California wildfires, James Patterson's Women's Murder Club novel will carry the shock of recognition with many readers. In 7th Heaven, a series of devastating house fires have set detectives Lindsay Boxer and Rich Conklin hot on the trail of the arsonist culprits. As the conflagrations proliferate and grow ever closer to home, the fiery pursuit becomes more urgent and even deadly personal. A five-alarm barnburner from James Patterson.

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Little, Brown and Company
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Women's Murder Club Series, #7
Product dimensions:
6.20(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.40(d)

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7th Heaven

By James Patterson Maxine Paetro Little, Brown and Company Copyright © 2008 James Patterson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-316-01770-1

Chapter One TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room, and apple logs crackled in the fireplace, scenting the air as they burned.

A digitized Bing Crosby crooned "The Christmas Song."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose ..."

Henry Jablonsky couldn't see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel, a good thing, Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.

It meant that the boys didn't want to be identified, that they were planning to let them go. Please, God, please let us live and I'll serve you all the days of my life.

Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree, knew that the gun was in Hawk's waistband. He heard wrapping paper tear, saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.

They'd said they weren't going to hurt them.

They said this was only a robbery.

Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist, which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.

Both boys looked as though they'd stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.

Hawk. Clean-cut. Well-spoken. Blond, with side-parted hair. Pidge, bigger. Probably six two. Long brown hair. Strong as a horse. Meaty hands. Ivy League types. Both of them.

Maybe there really was some goodness in them.

As Jablonsky watched, the blond one, Hawk, walked over to the bookshelf, dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books, calling out titles, his voice warm, as though he were a friend of the family.

He said to Henry Jablonsky, "Wow, Mr. J., you've got Fahrenheit 451. This is a classic."

Hawk pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the first page. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.

"You can't beat Bradbury for an opening," Hawk said. And then he read aloud with a clear, dramatic voice.

"'It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.'"

As Hawk read, Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. It was wrapped in gold foil, tied with gold ribbon. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for, for years.

"To Peggy, from Santa," Pidge read from the gift tag. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.

He had a knife!

Pidge opened the box, peeled back the layers of tissue.

"A Birkin bag, Peggy. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I'd call that a no, Peg. A definite no."

Pidge reached for another wrapped gift, shook the box, while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Peggy pleaded with Hawk, her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. It broke Henry's heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.

Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy's baby-blond hair, then patted her damp cheek. "We're going to open all your presents now, Mrs. J. Yours too, Mr. J.," he said. "Then we'll decide if we're going to let you live."

Chapter Two HENRY JABLONSKY'S STOMACH HEAVED. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock, pulled against his restraints, smelled the sour odor of urine. Heat puddled under his clothes. Christ. He'd wet himself. But it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.

He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But he could reason.

What could he do?

Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor, took in the fire poker only yards away. He fixed his vision on that poker.

"Mrs. J.," Pidge called out to Peggy, shaking a small turquoise box. "This is from Henry. A Peretti necklace. Very nice. What? You have something to say?"

Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.

"You don't really know Dougie, do you?" she said.

"Dougie who?" Pidge laughed

"Don't hurt us-"

"No, no, Mrs. J.," Pidge said, stuffing the sock back into his captive's mouth. "No don'ts. This is our game. Our rules."

The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings, the Hermès tie, and the Jensen salad tongs, Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk, his voice more subdued than before, so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.

"Well? Guilty or not guilty?" Pidge asked.

Hawk's voice was thoughtful. "The J.'s are living well, and if that's the best revenge ..."

"You're kidding me, dude. That's totally bogus."

Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys' safe. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand, then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.

Pidge read it back. "Sic erat in fatis, man. It is fated. Get the kit-cat and let's go."

Hawk bent over, said, "Sorry, dude. Mrs. Dude." He took the sock out of Jablonsky's mouth. "Say good-bye to Peggy."

Henry Jablonsky's mind scrambled. What? What was happening? And then he realized. He could speak! He screamed "Pegg-yyyyy" as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare, then went up in a great exhalation of flame.


Heat rose and the skin of Henry Jablonsky's cheeks dried like paper. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.

"Don't leave us!"

He saw the flames climbing the curtains, heard his dear love's muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.


Excerpted from 7th Heaven by James Patterson Maxine Paetro Copyright © 2008 by James Patterson. Excerpted by permission.
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7th Heaven (Women's Murder Club Series #7) 4.3 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 429 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
James Patterson's, Women's Murder Club Series, books are awesome! You cannot put these books down. The print is large and the chapters are short, so it's easy reading. His style of writing gets you right into the story. Each book is full of twists and turns, so you are always surprised at the end!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If it's the New Year it must be time for a new James Patterson novel, and the Women's Murder Club returns in great form. Frequent collaborator Maxine Paetro and Patterson spin another devilish and delightful addition to the WMC canon.All the Women make appearances: Lindsay Boxer is adjusting to life having her long-distance boyfriend now living in the same city (and often the same apartment); coroner Claire Washburn is very pregnant and up to her ever-expanding belly in victims of arson-murders; Yuki Castellano is prosecuting the confessed murderer of the former governor's son; and reporter Cindy Thomas continues to cement her status as a valued member of the Club.Conner Campion, born with a degenerative and incurable heart disease, has been a media and public darling his entire life, a la John F, Kennedy, Jr. When he suddenly disappears, the worst is feared, and an eventual tip leads to the last person to see him alive, a young hooker named Junie Moon. She makes a shocking and disturbing confession which she quickly recants, and Yuki is forced to prosecute this less than airtight case.Meanwhile, two young men who answer to the names Hawk and Pidge are tying up well-off couples and torching their homes_while the victims are still inside. The resulting conflagrations leave little useful evidence save one thing: a book, inscribed in Latin with cryptic sayings, is left at each scene.As with the previous titles in the series, the characters share equal importance with the mysteries they solve. The authors are in top form here, expounding believably on the now well-known lives of the WMC members, and Lindsay's new partner Rich Conklin makes a welcome_and compelling_return.Who are the menacing arsonists, whose trail of death leads literally to Lindsay's door? Can Yuki successfully convict a young murderess who is aided by a high-profile, media-savvy woman attorney? Will Lindsay finally say yes to Joe's proposal? Read Seventh Heaven and you'll know those answers and will be anxiously awaiting the next installment.
BookaholicTracy More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this. Very good read. and hard to put down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Love this series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Entertaining, but not one that you can't put down. Also if you're bothered by details that just don't match this one has a couple of them. You know where the author gives you some little detail and then later ignores the rules he/she has set out? Or when they speak about the details of a religious tradition and get them wrong? Perhaps it's just my little peeve but I'm bothered by that lack of attention to details.
erbookworm More than 1 year ago
i enjoyed this book alot i brought it with me everywhere i went .I'm looking foward to the next in the series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Who wants to kill DET Linsey Boxer while she¿s investigating Michael Campion¿s death and who¿s killing rich people? The cases appear to be related but they¿re not. For me this is the best in the series.
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Great Audio book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sh! Dont tell the answer Sage!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Smiles. What is up, down, sideways, flowing always, and helps us live, not water.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ho to oliver twist and rp
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had taken a break from this series because it had started to get boring so, when I picked this one up, I was pleasantly surprised. The series seems to be getting better at last. I especially liked the two storyline format. It was just enough to keep interest but not so much that it got tedious. It turned out to be a good mystery with some surprises along the way. I am ready for the next one right away. Stephanie Clanahan
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Jacks off
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Enjoyed all the action. Gruesome murders!!!
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Name- moonbeam, age-22 moons, color- blazing white pwlt with furry red eyes, mate- none, crush- hazelstar, gender- tom
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He leans against the door frame, his gaze resting on Alexa.
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Im thinking here
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