Bury the Lead (Andy Carpenter Series #3)

Bury the Lead (Andy Carpenter Series #3)

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by David Rosenfelt
     
 

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Clever plot twists, deft legal maneuverings, and keen wit are hallmarks of Rosenfelt’s third follow-up to his Edgar-nominated debut novel, featuring millionaire attorney, Andy Carpenter, who is irreverent, intelligent, sarcastic and dry. See more details below

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Clever plot twists, deft legal maneuverings, and keen wit are hallmarks of Rosenfelt’s third follow-up to his Edgar-nominated debut novel, featuring millionaire attorney, Andy Carpenter, who is irreverent, intelligent, sarcastic and dry.

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Publishers Weekly
In Rosenfelt's breezy crime confection, his third to feature Andy Carpenter (after 2003's First Degree), a serial killer who cuts off his victims' hands has been terrorizing the dog-loving lawyer's northern New Jersey turf. When the cops charge one of the murders to newspaperman Daniel Cummings, who's been receiving messages from the killer taunting the police, Andy and his legal team step up to the defense. The author writes like a guy relentlessly channel surfing, always on the move, never risking boredom. Of police fiber technician Donald Prescott, one of the many characters briefly met, he notes: "if you possess both a desire to be a cop and a self-preservation instinct, it's a good job to have. There is even less chance that Prescott will get shot at than the guy who draws the chalk outlines around bodies." When a Passaic police detective asks Andy what he was doing while his ex-cop girlfriend was beating up a bad guy ("Holding her purse?"), Andy thinks, "He knows nothing; the fact is that Laurie wasn't even carrying a purse that night. It was more of a handbag." The witty asides never stop. The novel may not have a single convincing dramatic moment, but the tricks and turns before the resolution provide a fun rollercoaster ride. Agent, Robin Rue. Mystery Guild Featured Alternate. (June 9) FYI: Open and Shut (2002), the first in the series, was nominated for Edgar, Shamus and Gumshoe awards. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Andy Carpenter, the most famous lawyer in Paterson, N.J., goes to bat for a reporter who's blamed for a brutal series of murders. What's worse than being the mouthpiece for a crazy killer who chooses to tell his story to the world? Daniel Cummings finds out when he chases a call from the informant, who's taunting him with the imminent prospect of strangling and cutting the hands off his fourth victim, and gets knocked out for his trouble. When he comes to, Daniel's talking to the cops, who, dissatisfied with his story about how he came to be on the scene, get a search warrant for his premises and car, where they find the hands of gubernatorial hopeful Linda Padilla, media-star whistle-blower. Daniel's editor at the paper, who has a special interest in him, hires amusing Andy and his lover/investigator Laurie Collins (First Degree, 2003) to get him off, and soon enough, Andy has a promising lead: a jailed client who says he knows who had "the rich one" murdered and insists that the others were only "window dressing." But the snitch gets snuffed; there's no evidence against the button man he's incriminated; and the mob boss Andy hopes to drag into the case indicates in no uncertain terms that he's the one who does the dragging. Several big surprises are still in store, but the biggest have to wait till after a trial that does little more than mark time. Agent: Robin Rue/Writers House

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781585474721
Publisher:
Center Point Large Print
Publication date:
10/28/2004
Series:
Andy Carpenter Series, #3
Pages:
271
Product dimensions:
6.10(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.10(d)

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Bury the Lead


By David Rosenfelt

Mysterious Press

Copyright © 2004 David Rosenfelt
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-892-96782-X


Chapter One

AS SOON AS I WALK IN, the woman gives me the eye.

This is not quite as promising a situation as it sounds. First of all, I'm in a Laundromat. The actual name is the Law-dromat, owned by my associate Kevin Randall. Kevin uses this business to emotionally, as well as literally, cleanse himself of the rather grimy things we're exposed to in our criminal law practice. In the process he dispenses free legal advice to customers along with detergent and bleach.

Also, the woman giving me this particular eye is not exactly a supermodel. She's maybe four feet eleven inches tall, rather round, and wearing a coat so bulky she could be hiding a four-gallon jug of Tide under it. Her hair is stringy and most likely not squeaky clean to the touch.

Truth be told, even if we were in a nightclub and the woman looked more like Halle than Boysen Berry, I doubt I could accurately gauge the situation. I'm no better than average-looking myself and thus have almost no experience with women giving me the eye. In fact, though I'm not in the habit of counting offered body parts, it's safe to say that over the years I've gotten the finger more than the eye. And I've probably gotten the boot more than both of them combined.

To totally close off any romantic possibilities in this encounter, I remain inlove with, and totally faithful to, one Laurie Collins. So no matter how this round stranger tries to tempt me, I'm not about to engage in an early evening bout of tawdry Laundromat sex.

I notice that the woman's eyes start alternating between me and the door, though no one else is entering. And as I move in her general direction, she starts to inch toward that door. This woman is afraid of me.

"Hi," I say, figuring a clever opening like that will put her at ease. Instead, she just nods slightly and seems to draw inward, as if she wants to become invisible. "Kevin around?" I ask.

The woman mutters, "No ... I don't know ...," then gathers her clothes, which she hadn't yet put into the machine, and quickly leaves. In the process she bangs into Kevin's cousin Billy, who is just coming in. Billy runs the place when Kevin is not around.

"Hey, Andy. What's with her?" Billy asks.

"I'm not sure. I think she was afraid she might succumb to my charms."

He nods. "We've been getting a lot of that lately."

"What do you mean?"

Billy just points toward a shelf high up in the corner of the room, and for the first time I realize that there is a television up there. It's turned to local news, though the sound is off. There was a day when that would have been a problem, but now all the stations have that annoying crawl along the bottom of the screen.

The subject of the newscast is the murder of a woman last night in Passaic, the third such murder in the last three weeks. The killer has chosen to communicate and taunt the police through Daniel Cummings, a reporter for a local newspaper, and in the process has created a media furor. The woman who just left is not alone in her fear; the entire community seems gripped by it.

"They making any progress?" I ask, referring to the police.

Billy shrugs. "They're appealing to the guy to give himself up."

I nod. "That should do the trick. Where's Kevin?"

"Doctor."

"Is he sick?" I ask, though I know better. Kevin has as many admirable qualities as anyone I know, but he happens to be a total hypochondriac.

Billy laughs. "Yeah. He thinks his tongue is swollen and turning black. Kept sticking it out for me to look at."

"Was it swollen?"

He shakes his head. "Nope."

"Black?"

"Nope."

"Did you tell him that?" I ask.

"Nope. I told him he should get it checked out, that he might be getting 'fat black tongue' disease." He shrugs and explains, "I'm a little short this month; I needed the hours."

I nod; the more time Kevin spends at the doctor, the more time Billy gets to work here. I hand an envelope to Billy; it had come to the office for Kevin. "Give this to him, okay?"

"You making deliveries now?" he asks.

"I'm on my way to the foundation."

Billy nods. "Listen, do me a favor? When you see Kevin, tell him his tongue looks like a bowling ball."

"No problem."

(Continues...)



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