In this run-of-the-mill police procedural from bestseller Kellerman, his 23rd novel to feature L.A. consulting psychologist Alex Delaware (after Compulsion), high school miscreant Chance Brandt has been assigned to perform community service at the Bird Marsh, a nature sanctuary near Marina del Rey. After Chance dismisses as a prank an anonymous phone call warning him that there's a corpse buried in the marsh, Lt. Milo Sturgis, now "Special Case Investigator" for the LAPD, and Sturgis's team find four bodies there, all women missing their right hand. When Sturgis identifies one of the victims as Selena Bass, who worked as a piano teacher for the wealthy Vander family, the police focus on Travis Huck, the manager of the Vanders' Pacific Palisades estate, as the prime suspect because Travis has a criminal past. Kellerman fans wanting more of the same should be satisfied, though Sturgis gets less benefit from Delaware's psychological expertise than usual. (Nov.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Bones (Alex Delaware Series #23)by Jonathan Kellerman
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When it comes to writing deftly layered, tightly coiled novels of suspense, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman reigns supreme as “master of the psychological thriller” (People). Kellerman has worked his magic again in this chilling masterpiece.
The anonymous caller has an ominous tone and an unnerving message about something “real dead . . . buried in your marsh.” The eco-volunteer on the other end of the phone thinks it’s a prank, but when a young woman’s body turns up in L.A.’s Bird Marsh preserve no one’s laughing. And when the bones of more victims surface, homicide detective Milo Sturgis realizes the city’s under siege to an insidious killer. Milo’s first move: calling in psychologist Alex Delaware.
The murdered women are prostitutes–except the most recent victim; a brilliant young musician from the East Coast, employed by a wealthy family to tutor a musical prodigy, Selena Bass seems out of place in the marsh’s grim tableau.
Conveniently–perhaps ominously–Selena’s blueblood employers are nowhere to be found, and their estate’ s jittery caretaker raises hackles. But Milo’s instincts and Alex’s insight are too well-honed to settle for easy answers, even given the dark secrets in this troubled man’s past. Their investigation unearths disturbing layers–about victims, potential victims, and suspects alike–plunging even deeper into the murky marsh’s enigmatic depths.
Bizarre details of the crimes suggest a devilish serial killer prowling L.A.’s gritty streets. But when a new murder deviates from the pattern, derailing a possible profile, Alex and Milo must look beyond the suspicion of madness and consider an even more sinister mind at work. Answers don’t come easy, but the darkest of drives and desires may fuel the most devious of foes.
Bones is classic Kellerman–relentlessly peeling back the skin and psyches of its characters and revealing the shadows and sins of the souls beneath. With jolt after jolt of galvanizing suspense, it drives the reader through its twists and turns toward a climax as satisfying as it is shattering.
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“A genuine page-turner . . . The comfortable banter that has helped make Delaware and Sturgis such durable crime-story heroes is as rapid-fire, keen, and wryly funny as ever, and the mystery they aim to solve is certainly not routine.”
“Jonathan Kellerman’s novels are an obsession; once started it is hard to quit.”
“The characters are rich, the story’s well-plotted and you won’t stop reading.”
“The denouement accelerates to breathtaking, heart-pounding speed.”
“Sharply written and well-paced.”
“[An] adrenaline-fueled read.”
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An Alex Delaware Novel
By Jonathan Kellerman
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Copyright © 2008
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Everyone does it is not a defense!
If everyone did it, that made it normal, right? And after Chance did the research he knew he did nothing wrong.
Googling high school cheating because writing an essay was part of the punishment.
Finding out four out of five high school students—that’s eighty frickin’ percent—did it.
Majority rules. Just like that thing on his Social Action study sheet...social norms.
Social norms are the cement that holds societies together.
There you go, he was being a big help to society!
When he tried to joke about that with the parental units, they didn’t laugh.
Same as when he told them it was civil rights, no way could the school force him to do community service outside the school property. That was against the Constitution. Time to call the ACLU.
That got Dad’s eyes all squinty. Chance turned to Mom but she made sure not to give him any eye contact.
“The ACLU?” Big wet Dad throat clear, like after too many cigars. “Because we make a significant monetary contribution to the ACLU?” Starting to breathe hard. “Every goddamn year. That’s what you’re saying?”
Chance didn’t answer.
“Cute, extremely cute. That’syour point? Well let me tell you something: You cheated. Period. That is not the kind of thing the ACLU gives half a shit about.”
“Language, Steve—” Mom broke in.
“Don’t start, Susan. We’ve got a goddamn fucking serious problem here and I seem to be the only one who fucking gets it.”
Mom got all tight- mouthed, started plucking at her nails. Turned her back on both of them and did something with dishes on the kitchen counter.
“It’s his problem, Susan, not ours and unless he owns up to it, we can kiss Occidental—or any other halfway decent college—fucking good- bye.”
Chance said, “I’ll own up to it, Dad.” Working on what Sarabeth called his Mr. Sincere look.
Laughing as she undid her bra. Everyone buys Mr. Sincere but me, Chancy. I know it’s Mr. Bogus.
Dad stared at him.
“Hey,” said Chance, “at least give me credit for hand-eye coordination.”
Dad let out a stream of curses and stomped out of the kitchen.
Mom said, “He’ll get over it,” but she left, too.
Chance waited to make sure neither of them was coming back before he smiled.
Feeling good because his hand-eye had been cool.
Setting his Razr on vibrate and positioning it perfectly in a side pocket of his loosest cargo pants, the phone resting on a bunch of shit he’d stuffed in there to make kind of a little table.
Sarabeth three rows up, texting him the answers to the test. Chance being cool about it, knowing he’d never get caught because Shapiro was a nearsighted loser who stayed at his desk and missed everything.
Who’d figure Barclay would come in to tell Shapiro something, look clear to the back of the room, and spot Chance peeking into his pocket?
The whole class doing the same exact thing, everyone’s pockets vibing. Everyone cracking up the moment the test started because Shapiro was such a clueless loser, the whole semester had been like this, the asshole would’ve missed Paris Hilton walking in nude and spreading.
Everyone does it is not a defense!
Rumley looking down his big nose and talking all sad like at a funeral. What Chance wanted to say was, Then it frickin’ should be, dude.
Instead, he sat in Rumley’s office, squeezed between his parents, his head all down, trying to look all sorry and thinking about the shape of Sarabeth’s ass in her thong while Rumley went on forever about honor and ethics and the history of Windward Prep and how if the school so chose they had the option of informing the Occidental admissions office and causing dire consequences for his college career.
That made Mom burst into tears.
Dad just sat there, looking angry at the world, didn’t make a move to even give her a tissue from the box on Rumley’s desk so Rumley had to do it, standing up and handing it to Mom and looking pissed at Dad for making him stretch.
Rumley sat back down and moved his mouth some more.
Chance pretended to listen, Mom sniffled, Dad looked ready to hit someone. When Rumley finally finished, Dad started talking about the family’s “contributions to Windward,” mentioning Chance’s performance on the basketball team, bringing up his own time on the football team.
In the end the adults reached an agreement and wore small, satisfied smiles. Chance felt like a puppet but he made sure he looked all serious, being happy would be a ba- ad move.
Punishment 1: He’d have to take another version of the test— Shapiro would make one up.
Punishment 2: No more cell phone at school.
“Maybe this unfortunate event will have positive ramifications, young man,” said Rumley. “We’ve been thinking about a schoolwide ban.”
There you go, thought Chance. I did you guys a favor, not only shouldn’t you punish me, you should be payin’ me, like some sort of consulting deal.
So far, so good, for a second Chance thought he’d got off real easy. Then:
Punishment 3: The essay. Chance hated to write, usually Sarabeth did his essays, but she couldn’t do this one because he had to do it at school, in Rumley’s office.
Still, no big deal.
Then came Punishment 4. “Because substantive accountability has to be part of the package, Master Brandt.”
Mom and Dad agreeing. The three of them going all al- Qaida on him.
Chance pretended to agree.
Yes, sir, I need to pay my debt and I will do so with industrious alacrity.
Throwing in some SAT vocab words. Dad staring at him, like who are you kidding, dude, but Mom and Rumley looked really impressed.
Rumley moved his mouth.
Community service. Oh, shit.
And here the frick he was.
Sitting in the Save the Marsh office on night eleven of his thirty- night sentence. Shitty little puke- colored room with pictures of ducks and bugs, whatever, on the wall. One dirty window looking out to a parking lot where no one but him and Duboff parked. Stacks of bumper stickers in the corner he was supposed to hand out to anyone who walked in.
No one walked in and Duboff left him by himself so he could run off to investigate how global warming got up a duck’s butt, what made birds hurl, did bugs have big dicks, whatever.
Thirty frickin’ nights of this, nuking his summer vacation.
Five to ten p.m., instead of hanging after school with Sarabeth and his friends, all because of a social norm four out of five people did.
When the phone did ring, he mostly ignored it. When he did answer, it was always some loser wanting directions to the marsh.
Go on the frickin’ website or use MapQuest, Rainman!
He wasn’t allowed to make outgoing calls but since yesterday he’d started to hook up with Sarabeth for cell phone sex. She was loving him even more for not ratting her to Rumley.
He sat there. Drank from his can of Jolt, now warm. Felt the Baggie in his pants pocket and thought Later.
Nineteen more nights of supermax confinement, he was starting to feel like one of those Aryan Brotherhood dudes.
Two and a half more frickin’ weeks until he was free at last, doing his Luther King thing. He checked his TAG Heuer. Nine twenty- four. Thirty- six minutes and he’d be good to go.
The phone rang.
He ignored it.
It kept going, ten times.
He let it die a natural death.
A minute later, it rang again and he figured maybe he should answer it, what if it was Rumley testing him?
Clearing his throat and getting Mr. Sincere ready, he picked up. “Save the Marsh.”
Silence on the other end made him smile.
One of his friends pranking him, probably Ethan. Or Ben or Jared.
“Dude,” he said. “What’s up?”
A weird kind of hissy voice said, “Up?” Weird laughter. “Something’s down. As in buried in your marsh.”
“Shut up and listen.”
Being talked to like that made Chance’s face go all hot, like when he was ready to sneak a flagrant in on some loser on the opposing team, then get all innocent when the dude wailed about being nut- jammed.
He said, “Fuck off, dude.”
The hissy voice said, “East side of the marsh. Look and you’ll find it.”
“Like I give a—”
“Dead,” said Hissy. “Something real real dead.” Laughter. “Dude.”
Hanging up before Chance could tell him to shove dead up his...
A voice from the door said, “Hey, man, how’s it shaking?”
Chance’s face was still hot, but he put on Mr. Sincere and looked over.
There in the doorway was Duboff, wearing his Save the Marsh T- shirt, geek shorts showing too much skinny white thigh, plastic sandals, that stupid gray beard.
“Hey, Mr. Duboff,” said Chance.
“Hey, man.” Duboff gave a clenched- fist salute. “Did you have a chance to check out the herons before you got here?”
“Not yet, sir.”
“They’re incredible animals, man. Magnificent. Wingspread like this.” Unfolding scrawny arms to the max.
You’ve obviously mistaken me for someone who gives half a shit.
Duboff came closer, smelling gross, that organic deodorant he’d tried to convince Chance to use. “Like pterodactyls, man. Master fishers.”
Chance had thought a heron was a fish until Duboff told him different.
Duboff edged near the desk, showed those gross teeth of his. “Rich folk in Beverly Hills don’t like when the herons swoop in during hatching season and eat their rich- folk koi. Koi are aberrations. Mutations, people messing with brown carp, screwing up the DNA to get those colors. Herons are Nature, brilliant predators. They feed their young and restore nature to true balance. Screw those Beverly Hillbillies, huh?”
Maybe it wasn’t a big enough smile because Duboff suddenly looked nervous. “You don’t live there, do I recall correctly?”
“You live in...”
“Brentwood,” said Duboff, as if trying to figure out what that meant. “Your parents don’t keep koi, do they?”
“Nope. We don’t even have a dog.”
“Good for you guys,” said Duboff, patting Chance’s shoulder. “It’s all servitude. Pets, I mean. The whole concept is like slavery.”
Keeping his hand on the shoulder. Was the guy a fag?
“Yeah,” said Chance, inching away.
Duboff scratched his knee. Frowned and rubbed a pink bump. “Stopped by the marsh to check for trash. Musta got bit by something.”
“Providing food for the little guys,” said Chance. “That’s a good thing, sir.”
Duboff stared at him, trying to figure out if Chance was messing with his head.
Chance brought out Mr. Sincere and Duboff decided Chance was being righteous and smiled. “Guess you’re right...anyway, I just thought I’d stop in, see how you’re doing before your shift ends.”
“I’m fine, sir.”
“Okay, check you out later, man.”
Chance said, “Uh, sir, it’s kinda close to the end.”
Duboff smiled. “So it is. At ten, you can lock up. I’ll be by later.” Walking to the door, he stopped, looked back. “It’s a noble thing you’re doing, Chance. Whatever the circumstances.”
“Call me Sil.”
“You got it, Sil.”
Duboff said, “Anything I should know about?”
“Like what, sir?”
Chance grinned, flashing perfect white chompers, courtesy five years of Dr. Wasserman.
“Nothing, Sil,” he said, with utter confidence.
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Meet the Author
Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a clinical psychologist to more than thirty bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher's Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, Twisted,and True Detectives. With his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored the bestsellers Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. He is the author of numerous essays, short stories, scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children, as well as the lavishly illustrated With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and has been nominated for a Shamus Award.
Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California and New Mexico. Their four children include the novelist Jesse Kellerman.
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- Beverly Hills, California
- Date of Birth:
- August 9, 1949
- Place of Birth:
- New York, New York
- B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974
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Alex is back, and this is one of his better books, BONES. When one body is found in a protected wetland, oddly, with a hand missing, the chase is on. Within a short time, more bodies missing hands have been located in the same marsh. All the bodies face east and all except the latest one were prostitutes. Apparently, a serial killer is stalking LA, and Alex and Milo are in pursuit.
The characters in "Bones" are memorable, including an environmental fanatic, a genius child set to inherit a mind boggling fortune, a smarty rich teenager so awful even his mother can barely stand him, and, I kid you not, a fifty year old prostitute. It's entertaining. It's quick. It's one not to miss.
One of the best pairings in detective/suspense novels returns in the 23nd (!) novel in this series from Jonathan Kellerman.
Psychologist and police consultant Alex Delaware and LA police Lieutenant Milo Sturgis are back together to solve one of their darkest cases yet.
A young volunteer at a marsh sanctuary receives an anonymous call telling him to look for something dead in the marsh. The call is dismissed as a prank. That changes when a young woman's body is found - in plain view. A search dog discovers three more bodies, submerged in the marsh. These women are all prostitutes, but the first body found is that of a piano teacher. Are they connected? Is the marsh the dumping ground of a serial killer? Will he kill again? Can they find him before he does? Milo and Alex's investigation leads to unexpected places.
Lots of plot twists and turns will keep you turning pages. The banter between Milo and Alex is always witty and entertaining. A new character is introduced, Moses, a young rookie Homicide detective. I found him to be an engaging addition and hope he returns in future books. In the past Alex's girlfriend Robin played a more significant role. She seems to have been relegated to deciding dinner selections. Milo's boyfriend Rick is another character I'd like to see more of. Kellerman is a clinical psychologist and his character's insight and dialogue have the ring of authenticity.
Jonathan Kellerman is on my list of favourite authors and I was not disappointed with Bones. My only disappointment was finishing it too quickly! I'll be waiting for #24!
A mysterious caller to Save the Marsh tells the young "volunteer" doing community service at the marshlands that a body is on the premises and doesn't tell anyone right away. After the brother of one teen's friend call the police to report said fact, a body of a young, gifted piano teacher to a wealthy child prodigy is found with her right hand cut off. Soon three more skeletons are found on Save the Marsh property. They are determined to be female. A man attending an auction buys a beautiful box in which are human bones. Intriguing plot, but poor execution. Kellerman devotes an entire chapter developing the buyer of the box only to have this character to make a cameo appearance later in the novel. The reader is bombarded with the teen volunteer's usage of the F word throughout the story and even devotes a whole chapter to it, wonderful.not! Immediately the investigation focuses upon the hapless, somewhat disabled caretaker of the Vander estate, and I mean focused to the point that Milo Sturgis (is he gay?), Moses Reed, and Delaware almost exclude everyone else. When the skeleton's were identified as long missing female prostitutes, psychologist Alex Delaware should have pointed the two detectives in another direction, though he does investigate a couple of leads himself. No red herrings here, unfortunately for an avid mystery reader. Even the dialogue was confusing. All of the characters sounded the same except Fox and Simone Vander The side story of Reed and his bi-racial brother, Aaron Fox, as well as the identity of the prostitutes' killer kept me reading. My introduction to Joseph Kellerman reminded me of James Patterson, good plots, bad dialogue, the hard deadline forced poor execution of a very promising plot.
A thrilling combination of science and psychology with outstanding policework.
Was very disappointed in a few of the books earlier in the Delaware series.. Considered giving up continuing, but FINALLY Kellerman is back on track!! Thank you!! DAU
I liked the part where Alex and Milo were at the shooting range.
Fireclaw hunts a bird.
you must check it out.