Blood Work (Terry McCaleb Series #1)

Blood Work (Terry McCaleb Series #1)

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by Michael Connelly
     
 

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Specially priced! McCaleb learns a terrible truth: that the donor of his heart was not killed in an accident, but was actually murdered.

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Specially priced! McCaleb learns a terrible truth: that the donor of his heart was not killed in an accident, but was actually murdered.

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Terrell McCaleb has been one of the brightest and most effective serial-killer investigators in the history of the FBI. But when he's sidelined by a heart-transplant operation, McCaleb decides to trade in his badge for a full-time position restoring his treasured yacht. But that proves short-lived, for soon Garciella Rivers, who is mourning her sister's brutal murder, convinces McCaleb to help her hunt down the elusive killer. Now that McCaleb is on the trail of an unpredictable and extremely dangerous madman, his own life is on the chopping block.
Los Angeles Times
The top of the class of new mystery writers.
Lambert
Compelling. . .A spine-tingling manhunt guaranteed to boost the blood pressure.
People
Paul Skenazy
A wonderfully taut read.
Washington Post Book World
A richly detailed and totally absorbing thriller. . . .Be prepared to read this one straight through. It's that good. Chicago Tribune
Chicago Tribune
A richly detailed and totally absorbing thriller. . . .Be prepared to read this one straight through. It's that good.
Barry Forshaw
Familiar elements in Connelly's work are given a disorienting twist that's hard to pin down but makes for a smooth and involving read....As in his five Harry Bosch novels, the set-pieces are handled with panache, and McCaleb is a pleasingly vulnerable hero. -- Crime-Time
Pam Lambert
Compelling. . .A spine-tingling manhunt guaranteed to boost the blood pressure. -- People Magazine
Kirkus Reviews
Another of Connelly's volcanic lawmen confronts his nightmare double—the killer whose brutal crime saved the hero's life. Two years after a bad heart sidelined him from the FBI, Terry McCaleb gets another chance, and another heart, thanks to Gloria Torres, shot in a convenience store holdup. McCaleb's well on the way to recovery when Gloria's sister, emergency room nurse Graciela Rivers, tells him who donated his new heart and begs him to reopen Gloria's stalled case. The job seems impossible—after all, what kinds of clues could the LAPD or McCaleb dig up on a random crime of opportunity?—but longtime fans of Connelly's nailbiters will know that the holdup is anything but random.

They won't be surprised when McCourt, scrutinizing a videotape of the robbery, picks up telltale details the cops never spotted, or when he sees that Gloria's murder is only part of a pattern of killings. From here on in, though, it's best not to say too much about Connelly's bag of tricks. Once the suspect McCaleb's confronted attacks him (painful stuff for a convalescent whose cardiologist warned him that the excitement of the chase alone was enough to put him back in the hospital) and takes off, McCaleb, fortified by his budding romance with Graciela and his delight in Gloria's seven-year-old son Raymond, hunkers down with a jumble of surveillance tapes, fortuitous eyewitnesses and earwitnesses, and tiny discrepancies that open up big breaks in the case. But the closer McCourt gets to his quarry, the more closely he fits the profile of the killer himself—a coincidence not lost on the cops who've resented his involvement all along. A tormented hero, a canny and malicious killer,endlessly patient detective work alternating with dark threats and tense action scenes: Connelly seems bent on wiring together every clich‚ of the mano-a-mano genre and juicing them till they sing.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780316153997
Publisher:
Little, Brown and Company
Publication date:
03/02/1998
Series:
Terry McCaleb Series , #1
Pages:
400
Product dimensions:
6.37(w) x (h) x 1.25(d)
Age Range:
13 Years

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CHAPTER ONE

McCaleb saw her before she saw him. He was coming down the main dock, past the row of millionaires' boats, when he saw the woman standing in the stern of The Following Sea. It was half past ten on a Saturday morning and the warm whisper of spring had brought a lot of people out to the San Pedro docks. McCaleb was finishing the walk he took every morning--completely around Cabrillo Marina, out along the rock jetty and back. He was huffing by this part of the walk, but he slowed his pace even more as he approached the boat. His first feeling was annoyance--the woman had boarded his boat uninvited. But as he got closer, he put that aside and wondered who she was and what she wanted.

She wasn't dressed for boating. She had on a loose summer dress that came to mid-thigh. The breeze off the water threatened to lift it and so she kept one hand at her side to keep it down. McCaleb couldn't see her feet yet but he guessed by the taut lines of the muscles he saw in her brown legs that she wasn't wearing boat shoes. She had raised heels on. McCaleb's immediate read was that she was there to make some kind of impression on someone.

McCaleb was dressed to make no impression at all. He had on an old pair of jeans ripped by wear, not for style, and a T-shirt from the Catalina Gold Cup tournament a few summers before. The clothes were spattered with stains--mostly fish blood, some of his own blood, marine polyurethane and engine oil. They had served him as both fishing and work clothes. His plan was to use the weekend to work on the boat and he was dressed accordingly.

He became more self-conscious about his appearance as he drew closer to the boat and could see the woman better. He pulled the foam pads of his portable off his ears and turned off the CD in the middle of Howlin' Wolf singing "I Ain't Superstitious."

"Can I help you?" he asked before stepping down into his own boat.

His voice seemed to startle her and she turned away from the sliding door that led into the boat's salon. McCaleb figured she had knocked on the glass and was waiting, expecting him to be inside.

"I'm looking for Terrell McCaleb."

She was an attractive woman in her early thirties, a good decade or so younger than McCaleb. There was a sense of familiarity about her but he couldn't quite place it. It was one of those deja vu things. At the same time he felt the stir of recognition, it quickly flitted away and he knew he was mistaken, that he did not know this woman. He remembered faces. And hers was nice enough not to forget.

She had mispronounced the name, saying Mc-Cal-ub instead of Mc-Kay-Leb, and used the formal first name that no one ever used except the reporters. That's when he began to understand. He knew now what had brought her to the boat. Another lost soul come to the wrong place.

"McCaleb," he corrected. "Terry McCaleb."

"Sorry. I, uh, I thought maybe you were inside. I didn't know if it was okay to walk on the boat and knock."

"But you did anyway."

She ignored the reprimand and went on. It was as if what she was doing and what she had to say had been rehearsed.

"I need to talk to you."

"Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment."

He pointed to the open bilge hatch she was lucky not to have fallen into and the tools he had left spread out on a drop cloth by the stern transom.

"I've been walking around, looking for this boat, for almost an hour," she said. "It won't take long. My name is Graciela Rivers and I wanted--"

"Look, Miss Rivers," he said, holding his hands up and interrupting. "I'm really ... You read about me in the newspaper, right?" She nodded.

"Well, before you start your story, I have to tell you, you're not the first one to come out here and find me or to get my number and call me. And I'm just going to tell you what I told all of the others. I'm not looking for a job. So if this is about you wanting to hire me or have me help you some way, I'm sorry, but I can't do it. I'm not looking for that kind of work."

She didn't say anything and he felt a pang of sympathy for her, just as he had for the others who had come to him before her.

"Look, I do know a couple of private investigators I can recommend. Good ones that will work hard and won't rip you off."

He stepped over to the stern gunwale, picked up the sunglasses he had forgotten to take on his walk and put them on, signaling the end of the conversation. But the gesture and his words went by her.

"The article said you were good. It said you hated it whenever somebody got away."

He put his hands in his pockets and hiked his shoulders.

"You have to remember something. It was never me alone. I had partners, I had the lab teams, I had the whole bureau behind me. It's a lot different than one guy running around out there on his own. A lot different. I probably couldn't help you even if I wanted to."

She nodded and he thought that he had gotten through to her and that would be the end of this one. He started thinking about the valve job on one of the boat's engines that he'd planned to complete over the weekend.

But he was wrong about her.

"I think you could help me," she said. "Maybe help yourself, too."

"I don't need the money. I do okay."

"I'm not talking about money."

He looked at her for a beat before replying.

"I don't know what you mean by that," he said, injecting exasperation into his voice. "But I can't help you. I've got no badge anymore and I'm not a private investigator. It would be illegal for me to act as one or to accept money without a state license. If you read the story in the paper, then you know what happened to me. I'm not even supposed to be driving a car."

He pointed toward the parking lot beyond the row of docks and the gangway.

"You see the one wrapped up like a Christmas present? That's mine. It's sitting there until I get my doctor's approval to drive again. What kind of investigator would that make me? I'd be taking the bus."

She ignored his protest and just looked at him with a resolute expression that unnerved him. He didn't know how he was going to get her off the boat.

"I'll go get those names for you."

He walked around her and slid open the salon door. After going in, he pulled the door shut behind him. He needed the separation. He went to the drawers below the chart table and began looking for his phone book. He hadn't needed it in so long he wasn't sure where it was. He glanced out through the door and watched her step to the stern and lean her hips against the transom as she waited.

There was reflective film on the glass of the door. She couldn't see him watching her. The sense of familiarity came over him again and he tried to place her face. He found her very striking. Dark almond-shaped eyes that seemed both sad and understanding of some secret at the same time. He knew he would easily remember if he had ever met her or even just observed her before. But nothing came. His eyes instinctively went to her hands in search of a ring. There was none. He had been right about her shoes. She wore sandals with two-inch cork heels. Her toenails were painted pink and showed off against her soft brown skin. He wondered if this was how she looked all the time, or if she had dressed to entice him into taking the job.

He found his phone book in the second drawer and quickly looked up the names Jack Lavelle and Tom Kimball. He wrote their names and numbers on an old marine service flier and opened the slider. She was opening her purse as he stepped out. He held up the paper. Here are two names. Lavelle is LAPD retired and Kimball was with the bureau. I worked with both and either will do a good job for you. Pick one and call. Make sure you tell him you got his name from me. He'll take care of you."

She didn't take the names from him. Instead she pulled a photo out of her purse and handed it to him. McCaleb took it without thinking. He realized immediately that this was a mistake. In his hand was a photo of a smiling woman watching a small boy blowing out candles on a birthday cake. McCaleb counted seven candles. At first he thought it was a picture of Rivers a few years younger. But then he realized it wasn't her. The woman in the photo had a rounder face and thinner lips. She wasn't as beautiful as Graciela Rivers. Though both had deep brown eyes, the eyes of the woman in the photo did not have the same intensity as the eyes of the woman now watching him.

"Your sister?"

"Yes. And her son."

"Which one?"

"What?"

"Which one is dead?"

The question was his second mistake, compounding the first by drawing him further in. He knew the moment he asked it that he should have just insisted that she take the names of the two private detectives and been done with it.

"My sister Gloria Torres. We called her Glory. That's her son, Raymond." He nodded and handed the photo back but she didn't take it. He knew she wanted him to ask what had happened but he was finally putting on the brakes.

"Look, this isn't going to work," he finally said. "I know what you're doing. It doesn't work on me."

"You mean you have no sympathy?"

He hesitated as the anger boiled up in his throat.

"I have sympathy. You read the newspaper story, you know what happened to me. Sympathy was my problem all along."

He swallowed it back and tried to clear away any ill feeling. He knew she was consumed by horrible frustrations. McCaleb had known hundreds of people like her. Loved ones taken from them without reason. No arrests, no convictions, no closure. Some or them were left zombies, their lives irrevocably changed. Lost souls. Graciela Rivers was one of them now. She had to be or she wouldn't have tracked him down. He knew that no matter what she said to him or how angry he got, she didn't deserve to be hit with his own frustrations as well. "Look," he said. "I just can't do this. I'm sorry."

He put a hand on her arm to lead her back to the dock step. Her skin was warm. He felt the strong muscle beneath the softness. He offered the photo again but she still refused to take it.

"Look at it again. Please. Just one more time and then I'll leave you alone. Tell me if you feel anything else?"

He shook his head and made a feeble hand gesture as if to say it made no difference to him.

"I was an FBI agent, not a psychic."

But he made a show of holding the photo up and looking at it anyway. The woman and the boy seemed happy. It was a celebration. Seven candles. McCaleb remembered that his parents were still together when he turned seven. But not much longer. His eyes were drawn to the boy more than the woman. He wondered how the boy would get along now without his mother.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rivers. I really am. But there is nothing I can do for you. Do you want this back or not?"

"I have a double of it. You know, two for the price of one. I thought you'd want to keep that one."

For the first time he felt the undertow in the emotional current. There was something else at play but he didn't know what. He looked closely at Graciela Rivers and had the sense that if he took another step, asked the obvious question, he would be pulled under. He couldn't help himself.

"Why would I want to keep it if I'm not going to be able to help you?"

She smiled in a sad sort of way.

"Because she's the woman who saved your life. I thought from time to time you might want to remind yourself of what she looked like, who she was."

He stared at her for a long moment but he wasn't really looking at Graciela Rivers. He was looking inward, running what she had just said through memory and knowledge and coming up short of its meaning.

"What are you talking about?"

It was all he could manage to ask. He had the sense that control of the conversation and everything else was tilting away from him and sliding across the deck to her. The undertow had him now. It was carrying him out.

She raised her hand but reached past the photo he was still holding out to her. She placed her palm on his chest and ran it down the front of his shirt, her fingers tracing the thick rope of the scar beneath. He let her do it. He stood there frozen and let her do it.

"Your heart," she said. "It was my sister's. She was the one who saved your life."

Meet the Author

Michael Connelly is a former journalist and author of the bestselling series of Harry Bosch novels and the bestselling novels Chasing the Dime, The Poet, Blood Work, and Void Moon. Connelly has won numerous awards for his journalism and novels, including an Edgar Award. He lives in Florida.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Sarasota, Florida
Date of Birth:
July 21, 1956
Place of Birth:
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Education:
B.A. in Journalism, University of Florida, 1980
Website:
http://www.michaelconnelly.com

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Blood Work 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 174 reviews.
McCarthy92 More than 1 year ago
There are two things that I feel about Michael Connelly (1) he's my favorite mystery writer and (2) it's impossible for me to pick a favorite of his (I have been reading his books in chronological order and I just finished Blood Work, obviously). However, it's safe to say that Blood Work, so far, is my least favorite of Connelly's novels. Not that it was bad, because on a suspense and mystery level, my interests were always piqued. However, I found the character of McCaleb to be too much like Harry Bosch, even though Bosch is more developed because there are so much more books about him. Despite this one problem that I have about the book, I would recommend this book to all of those who love Connelly and mystery itself.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you've seen the Clint Eastwood movie, the book is different. Early on it reads so similar to the movie (in fact often line for line), but it goes off in another direction with a different ending. I loved both the book and the movie. If you like Connelly, don't pass this one by.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book. Caught my attention from page one and hated to see it end. I found myself actually wanting to know the characters. If you like mystery, you should definitely read this.
Samuel Rhoads More than 1 year ago
It was fun and worth the money and time, but I kept remembering the movie and expected the book to end the same way.
marilyn1 More than 1 year ago
Love all of Michael Connelly - This book was no exception
blueberryNY More than 1 year ago
Read this after having read some of the Harry Bosch novels. Connelly has the ability to create different heroes with distinct personalities and maintain that distinction as he weaves them in and out of successive stories. The intersection of the characters' lives in various books adds interest and credibility to the series. Enjoyed this and am looking forward to more. So far, have never been disappointed with any of Connelly's books. I'd also recommend the Jack Reacher series by Lee Child.
LyndaLou-27 More than 1 year ago
You're cautious about jumping on any new book, but when you open a Michael Connelly story, you hold on tight, take a deep breath, and forget to exhale until the ride is finished! I only have his first two books to find and read, I'm already rereading most of the others while I wait for the local library to get to me on a very long wait list for the 9th Dragon! If I had a job I would buy every one of his books and keep as prized possessions. In a personal life that is sometimes sadly overwhelming, his books keep me going, and going. BLOODWORK is gripping!
Wish-i-was-Wish More than 1 year ago
Saw the movie first and then read the book. Movie wasn't close to the book's full intent. Must have made the author a bit gun shy of allowing another of his works hit the big screen, although they did a much better job with The Lincoln Lawyer than I would have expected. Please Michael, protect Heironymus for all you are worth!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I can't believe how much I enjoyed this book. I was riveted to it from start to finish. I finished it in only two sittings because I couldn't stop turning the pages. You are constantly trying to guess whodunit, but when you reach the end...I won't spoil anything for you, but let me tell you this one-word, UNBELIEVABLE! This book is one heck of a ride.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Michael Connelly delivers a riveting story of vengeance in BLOOD WORK. Connelly successfully puts the reader into the mind of the main protagonist, ex-FBI agent and profiler Terrell McCaleb, as McCaleb goes methodically through his investigative paces to uncover clues to solve three brutal cold-blooded murders by a souless, evil killer. Though slowed by his recent heart transplant surgery, McCaleb turns relentless in his quest to hunt down a murderer that he considers the embodiment of evil. McCaleb understandably re-enters crimefighting with some initial trepidations, despite his connection to one of the victims, but caution gives way to accelerating action when he discovers that he also has a macabre link to the villian. If you found vicarious satisfaction in John "Lilly" Lelankevitch's merciless crime-fighting spree in the novel, EVIL, BE GONE, then you'll also get caught up in Connelly's BLOOD WORK!---Robert John Estko, the author of EVIL, BE GONE
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Connelly's books are genuinely good. As with all of his books (and some other authors) the first half is establishing the character. The second half is taut and captivating. This one followed the same suit. It took me several weeks to go through the first half. It is not as quick as patterson or cornwell. But it gradually built steam until it reached a crescendo. The ending was very good. Did not see it coming, at least the "first" ending. The conclusion was a bit predictable. Loved the premise of the flawed protagonist. A former FBI agent who had his heart replacement surgery via a donated from a woman who was tragically killed in a store hold up. He is guilted by the victim's sister in to looking in to her murder. After just having his surgery months before he is guilted in to accepting. Along the way we find the typical characters: the arrogant and uncooperative police, The bulldozing FBI., The sympathetic insider, the potential love interest and the side kick for comic relief. So far read three of his introductions for his characters, Terry McCaleb the FBI agent, Harry Bosch, the cop and Mickey Haller the defense attorney (who gets a nod in this book). I liked the Mickey Haller initial outing better. But I like this author enough to continue. His books that introduce his characters can be long winded but it allows for character development. So as they grow we see the growth and see them maturing fleshing them out. His characters are a bit grittier than Patterson's. They do not read as quickly as Patterson's. But they are just as enjoyable. Looking forward to the second books for each character. -JReed2430
TEXASBOOKREADER More than 1 year ago
I really liked this thriller (wasnt scarey} just kept ya guessing and my husband told me this was made into a movie and Clint Eastwood was Terry McCaleb (in which I havent seen the movie) but it so fits a Clint Eastwood charactor. I cant wait to read the next one in this series.and see the movie.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved 'Blood Work' - my first introduction to Terry McCaleb after spending the last year or so following the adventures of Connelly's other main man, Harry Borsch. But I need to warn anyone thinking of seeing the movie version. The liberties that Clint Eastwood took with this great story were totally inexcusable and downright painful to watch. On second thought, since misery does love company, go see it!!! You will not believe which of Connelly's characters the screenwriter decided to make the killer - I'm still annoyed thinking about it.
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Harry Bosch rules. Terry McCaleb is not a very interesting character.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
good writer, characters
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all Michael Connelly's work. This book is no exception. He always leaves me wanting more.
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I love all of Michael Connelly's books!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I truly enjoyed Blood Work by Michael Connelly. Cool twists and turns in the plot. Interesting. Highly recommended.
sissy61942 More than 1 year ago
I had a hard time putting this book down. So happy that Michael Connelly had started another character who puts you right into the suspense and mystery that Terry McCaleb has to get involved with. I highly recommend it and hope there are more Terry McCaleb books to come.
Fudd More than 1 year ago
Michael Connelly writes a very interesting story. I don't read much, but can't put the book down. My wife read the book first and now I mention different things and she can relate.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed reading Michael Connelly's recent books, but I had not read any of his earlier works. I started reading all of his novels in order, beginning with the Harry Bosch books. Blood Work introduces a new character, Terry McCaleb, and I found the story to be suspenseful and very believable, which has been true of the Harry Bosch and Mickey Haller novels. I look forward to seeing Terry McCaleb in future works.