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Ben Dafoe, a young emergency-room doctor and part-time crime-scene consultant for the Seattle Police Department, is haunted by addiction. Two years earlier, a cocaine and crystal-meth habit claimed the life of his identical twin, Aaron. Now Ben walks onto the scene of a savage stabbing to find that the victim is his former fiancée, Emily Kenmore—another loved one who fell prey to drugs. Part of the carnage in Emily’s bedroom is a single streak of blood caked on the wall.

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Ben Dafoe, a young emergency-room doctor and part-time crime-scene consultant for the Seattle Police Department, is haunted by addiction. Two years earlier, a cocaine and crystal-meth habit claimed the life of his identical twin, Aaron. Now Ben walks onto the scene of a savage stabbing to find that the victim is his former fiancée, Emily Kenmore—another loved one who fell prey to drugs. Part of the carnage in Emily’s bedroom is a single streak of blood caked on the wall.

When the DNA from that sample matches Ben’s, he becomes the prime suspect.

Convinced his identical twin is still alive and somehow involved in Emily’s death, Ben goes on the run, aiming to find Aaron. Working under an assumed identity at an inner-city clinic, Ben desperately searches for Aaron while playing cat-and-mouse with the authorities.

But someone is determined to thwart his hunt at any cost. In the story’s final twist, the truth hits closer to home and more lethally than Ben ever imagined.

Set against the backdrop of the ER, Blood Lies is a medical thriller and a Fugitive-style suspense novel with a major twist. As Ben struggles to solve a tragic mystery from his past and clear his name, he might just learn that, sometimes, blood lies. . . .

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Publishers Weekly

Kalla and Heald make a winning pair. Kalla is an ER doctor in his native Canada by day and a gifted thriller writer by night. Heald boasts an impressive résumé, reinforced here in the invaluable contribution he makes to this audio's excellence. Heald is best remembered as Hannibal Lector's worst nightmare in the film Silence of the Lambsand his recurring judicial role on TV's Boston Legal, but he also has more than 60 audio books to his credit. Heald's most impressive quality is the cool edge he gives his voice to differentiate between all the characters. Not to spoil the fun for any prospective listener, the blood and lies of the plot have to do with identical twins, someone coming back from the dead, a rare blood type being found at the scene of a double homicide and enough drugs to keep an ER running for a long time. Thriller fans are in for a smart, fast-moving and surprising ride. Simultaneous release with the Forge hardcover (Reviews, Apr. 23). (July)

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Kirkus Reviews
When an ER doctor's former fiancee is murdered, the blood evidence implicates either him or his long-missing, drug-addict identical twin. Ben Dafoe knows crime scenes. A consultant for the Seattle police, he has befriended the cops he has helped. But his life has a darker side: Both his former fiancee, the beautiful Emily, and his twin, Aaron, lost their lives to cocaine and meth. Aaron's body was never found, but the copious blood soaking a torched car has led the police to believe he was the victim of a drug-related homicide. Emily's murder, a vicious stabbing death alongside that of a known dealer, seems to imply another drug killing. While Ben is saddened, he's not completely surprised: Emily had claimed to be clean, but had a history of relapsing. However, when a midnight telephone caller whispers to Ben that his blood will be found at the scene, the picture becomes more complicated. Only his dead twin would have his exact DNA. So is Ben being framed? Or could his missing brother be alive? Because Ben knows how investigations proceed, it almost seems reasonable that he lights out to Vancouver to track down the source of the mysterious calls, the killer and possibly the brother he had thought long gone. With his background as an emergency-room physician, Kalla (Rage Therapy, 2006, etc.) gets the details right. The addled sleeplessness endemic to ER staff, the adrenaline rush of saving-or losing-a life and the split-second decisions that become commonplace all play into his hero's questionable acts. Add in several romantic complications, tying together Emily's past and the straying husband of Ben's sexy colleague, Alex, and Kalla has the ingredients for a heated thriller. Flashbacks toBen's final encounter with Emily provide more clues, and despite the limitations of the occasionally clunky first-person narration, this thriller bounces along at a good pace. Solid details flesh out a nicely complicated plot. Agent: Danny Baror/Scovil Chichak Galen Literary Agency
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“Daniel Kalla has penned a winner with Blood Lies. It’s well written, intelligent, complex, and satisfying—all good things—and all amounting to a damn fine read.”—John Lescroart, New York Times bestselling author of The Hunt Club

“A taut psychological thriller that will pull you into a world of sexual deviancy, murder, and mind games. A very good read.” —Nelson DeMille, New York Times bestselling author, on Rage Therapy


“Michael Crichton ought to be looking over his shoulder. He has some serious competition in Kalla.” —The Chronicle-Herald


Resistance will take you on a roller-coaster ride you’ll never forget. The science is fascinating, and the suspense nail-biting. Watch out, Robin Cook. A new master of the medical thriller has arrived.” —Gayle Lynds, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Spymaster

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786149377
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 5/23/2007
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 4.38 (w) x 6.13 (h) x 2.76 (d)

Meet the Author

DANIEL KALLA is the international bestselling author of Pandemic, Resistance, Rage Therapy, Blood Lies, Cold Plague, and Of Flesh and Blood. His books have been translated into eleven languages. Two novels have been optioned for film. Kalla practices emergency medicine in Vancouver, British Columbia, where he lives with his family.

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Chapter One

The siren choked off in mid-wail. Within seconds, the flashing red light swept through the frosted glass of the ER’s sliding door like a disco ball on overdrive.

I heaved a self-pitying sigh. Ten minutes before the end of a long night shift, I’d counted on an uneventful and punctual exit. Any chance for either vanished when the ambulance stretcher and two paramedics burst through the main Emergency Room doors.

“Which room?” the tall scraggy paramedic yelled as they careened past the triage desk.

“Trauma Two,” the triage nurse called back.

I ran alongside the paramedics, but our pace wasn’t fast enough to outrun the acrid smells of urine and vomit wafting up from the stretcher. A woman of indeterminate age lay on her side, twitching and thrashing. Without the restraining hand of the female paramedic she might have bucked off the stretcher. Legs and arms jerked in violent rhythm. Her chin slammed into her chest. A mess of long brown hair covered her face. Her T-shirt was spattered with vomit. A chain of drool connected the corner of her mouth to the sheets. An image of Linda Blair from The Exorcist flashed in my mind.

“What’s the story?” I asked the baby-faced female paramedic running beside me.

“Seizing when we got to her. Found down at Cloud Nine.” She glanced at me, deciding I was old enough to require clarification. “It’s an after-hours club.”

“Thanks,” I grunted. “What’s she got on board?”

“Her sister says she dropped two tabs of Ecstasy about an hour before we got to her. First-time user. Otherwise the kid is healthy.”


“Fourteen years.” She wiped her flushed brow with a palm. “Name’s Lara Maxwell.”

“How long has she been seizing?”

“Twenty minutes, give or take.”

Way too long. Within half an hour of a continuous seizure, or status epilepticus, irreversible brain damage can occur. “What have you given her?” I asked.

“Nothing. We scooped and ran. Impossible to get an IV in her in the back of our rig.” She flailed her own arms, as if the wildly twitching patient wasn’t explanation enough.

We wheeled into Trauma Two, one of St. Jude’s three identical resuscitation rooms. Nothing architecturally unique about this or any resuscitation bay I’ve ever seen; all are big bland rooms filled with medical supplies, lights, X-ray viewing boxes, and, at times like these, people. The place swarmed with them. Some moved with purpose, others—the usual array of wide-eyed students and ER lookie-loos (staff who find any excuse to turn up whenever something exciting rolls in)—just milled about.

Swaddling her in the ambulance stretcher’s sheet, the two paramedics swung the patient over to the room’s stretcher. Lara Maxwell was oblivious to her new surroundings; her arms and legs never missed a beat of their syncopated contraction.

Anne Bailey, arguably the poster girl for hardened frumpy ER nurses the world over, was the nurse in charge. She had no time for the bustling crowd. “If you don’t serve a purpose, get out!” Anne shouted and, on cue, the room thinned. She turned to the other nurses. “Lucy, two IVs. Jan, get an oral airway into her. Tommy, you record, okay? And where are my vital signs?” Anne turned to me, her lower jaw working side to side as if chewing a gob-stopper. “What meds do you want us to give, Ben?” Despite her businesslike tone, her eyes clouded over with urgency.

Relieved as I was to see Anne in charge, the rare show of concern on her face concerned me. “Lorazepam 4 mg IV push, now,” I said, referring to the Valium-like drug we use for seizures. “Full lab panel including calcium, magnesium, and phosphate. ECG. Chest X-ray. Blood gas. Urine drug screen ASAP, and—”

The nurse cut in from bedside. “Pulse is 140, pressure 260 on 140, respiratory rate of 28, and temperature of 38.4.” There was a pause as she fiddled with the oxygen saturation probe that kept slipping off Lara’s jerking finger. “Oxygen saturation is sitting at 88 percent.”

Not a normal vital sign in the bunch. “Sugar?” I asked.

“Glucometer was normal at the scene,” the scrawny paramedic piped up.

Damn! Gone was the most rectifiable cause for a seizure: low blood sugar.

I edged closer to my patient. The mingled odors of vomit and urine assaulted me, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. Lara’s hair had fallen back from her face, and I could see beyond the strands of drool and blood. The flickering eyelids and gnashing jaw belonged to the face of a child, someone who had no business being near after-hours clubs and their inevitable cache of designer drugs. I felt familiar stirrings. Fucking junk! I wanted to shout.

I glanced at the clock. Five minutes since arrival, twenty-five minutes since onset, and the seizure showed no sign of lessening. The drool at her mouth had begun to bubble, and became a rich froth like an exploding soda pop can. As I reached for my stethoscope, my worry meter crept higher.

“Another four of lorazepam. And hang a Dilantin drip. Run in a gram over fifteen minutes,” I said, calling for the heavy artillery of anti-seizure drugs. Pulling the stethoscope off my shoulders, I leaned over Lara’s jerking form and raced through a head-to-toe physical exam. Filled with fluid, her lungs were all gurgles and wheezes. A bluish tinge enveloped her fingers and lips. I glanced at the monitor. Her oxygen saturation had dipped into the seventies—respiratory failure territory—and her blood pressure had risen even higher. “We have to stop this seizure. Now!” That meant medically paralyzing the young girl. I recited the drugs and sequence I wanted them given.

“Dr. Dafoe, you better look at this. . . .” Jan waved an ECG printout at me like it was a flag.

I studied the twelve squiggly lines, stunned by their implication. “A heart attack? At fourteen? She must have cocaine on board, too.” I looked to the respiratory technician. “Everything ready?”

She nodded, and pointed shakily to the tray beside me.

“Okay, Anne, give her 100 of sux.”

Anne stuck a syringe into one of the four IV lines leading into Lara’s arms. She pushed on the plunger. Within seconds of administering the succinylcholine—a fast-acting drug that paralyzes muscles and renders patients into rag dolls—the twitching began to subside. Soon Lara lay still on the bed. As expected, she stopped breathing. What I didn’t foresee (but should have) was the fountain of foam spewing from her mouth, as her lungs passively expelled their fluid contents.

I grabbed for the scythe-shaped laryngoscope. The knuckles of my left hand ached, and I glanced down at the source: the healing jagged gash from my bike chain that ran across my knuckles like a jailhouse tattoo. Ignoring the pain, I clicked open the laryngoscope’s blade and eased it into Lara’s mouth, pushing her tongue out of the way. To pass the endotracheal tube into her windpipe, I needed to see her vocal cords, but I couldn’t visualize anything through the froth. I stuck a suction catheter in her mouth but it was as hopeless as trying to vacuum up water from a burst and still-spewing pipe. The monitor’s alarm screamed, warning me what I already knew: Lara’s oxygen level was dangerously low.

“Bag her!” I said to the respiratory technician who fumbled to cover Lara’s mouth with the clear face mask and pump oxygen in with a balloon-shaped Ambu-Bag.

I turned to Anne. “I have to do this retrograde.”

Anne’s eyes betrayed her skepticism as she reached for the retrograde intubation kit. Her doubt was well founded, too. It was a technically challenging procedure at the best of times, and I was firmly perched on the “wing and a prayer” side of the statistical success curve.

I took a long deep breath and willed my hands to steady. I reached for the open tray Anne held out for me. Setting it on the bedside, I scoured through it until I found the syringe with the long ominous attached needle. I slid an index finger along Lara’s soft damp neck until I felt it dip into the groove of her cricothyroid membrane.

The alarm throbbed in my ears.

With a slight tremor, I aimed the needle, directing it slightly upward for the skin over the cricothyroid membrane. I held my own breath as the needle pierced the skin. I felt a pop as I penetrated Lara’s windpipe. Suddenly the tension on the syringe’s plunger gave way, and air whooshed into its hub. I steadied the syringe and uncoupled it from the needle.

“Ben, her oxygen saturation is critical,” Anne said calmly over the shrieking alarm.

“Noted,” I grunted, as I reached for the soft metal guide-wire that looked like a loose coil of silver string. Steadying my hand, I threaded the guide-wire through the needle. “Stop bagging her,” I said, needing a clearer view of her mouth.

Hesitantly, the respiratory tech pulled the mask off Lara’s blue face.

I kept advancing the guide-wire through the needle until a glint of metal appeared through the froth of Lara’s mouth. Then more wire poked out. My hand shot out to grab it. I nodded to Anne, and she handed me the clear endotracheal tube. I snaked the wire through the length of the tube. Then, using the wire as a guide, I threaded the tube into Lara’s windpipe. Sighing with relief, I felt the welcome resistance of the cartilaginous tracheal rings as the tube bumped down the rest of her windpipe. The moment its tip reached her lungs, frothy white sputum erupted out of its end.

I grabbed the Ambu-Bag, attached it to the tube, and squeezed the balloon-like pump, meeting fierce resistance. My forearms ached as I fought to squeeze breath after breath of oxygen into Lara’s waterlogged lungs. For a while, the abysmal oxygen reading held constant on the monitor, but slowly, almost reluctantly, it began to climb as pinkness crept back into her blue complexion. I passed the bag over to the respiratory tech, who pumped it feverishly. Lara’s color steadily improved. Even the monitor took a much-needed break from its relentless screaming.

Tasting the sweat drip into my mouth, I wiped my brow and turned to Anne.

“What’s a child doing with this crap in her blood?” Though, of course, I knew as well as anybody.

“She were my daughter? I’d kill her soon as she gets out of the ICU.” Anne’s lips cracked slightly at the corners in what passed for her version of a smile. She nodded once at me. High praise indeed, coming from Anne.

Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Kalla. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted November 11, 2008

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    Excellently written suspense

    I purchased this book on a discount table. I had never heard of this author before, but it sounded intriguing. Boy, was I in for a surprise! What a superbly written suspenseful novel! It had me hooked from page one. It's medical mystery meets the "The Fugitive" with some illegal drugs thrown in. The list of possible suspects is lengthy and Kalla keeps you guessing right to the very end. I will definitely try another of his previous works in hopes that it is of the same quality. Don't be misled by it being a 'bargain book'--it is best seller material.

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    Enjoyable book

    Relaxing read, good story line.

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    This is the first Daniel Kalla book I have read. This was fantastic! I read this book in 3 days, with 7 kids this is a huge accomplishment! I couldn't put it down!!

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    This was a great read. I picked this book up in the airport and knew nothing about it or the author. I found both captivating and found the book hard to put down. I can't wait to read more of his books.

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