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Internationally bestselling husband and wife Jonathan and Faye Kellerman team up for a powerful one-two punch with Capital Crimes, a gripping pair of original crime thrillers.

MY SISTER’S KEEPER: BERKELEY
Some of progressive state representative Davida Grayson’s views have made her unpopular. Although her foes are numerous no one suspects that any buttons Davida might push could evoke deadly force.
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Overview

Internationally bestselling husband and wife Jonathan and Faye Kellerman team up for a powerful one-two punch with Capital Crimes, a gripping pair of original crime thrillers.

MY SISTER’S KEEPER: BERKELEY
Some of progressive state representative Davida Grayson’s views have made her unpopular. Although her foes are numerous no one suspects that any buttons Davida might push could evoke deadly force.
But now Davida lies brutally murdered in her office, and Berkeley homicide detectives Will Barnes and Amanda Isis must unravel Davida’s complex, before the killer pulls off a repeat performance.

MUSIC CITY BREAKDOWN: NASHVILLE
Baker Southerby was a child prodigy performer. But something leads him to become a Nashville cop. His partner, Lamar Van Gundy, is a would-be studio bassist who earned himself a detective’s badge. As part of Nashville PD's elite Murder Squad, they catch a homicide that’s high-profile even for a city where musical celebrity is routine.
Capital Crimes is page-turning, psychologically resonant suspense–just what we’ve come to expect from two of the world’s most successful crime writers.

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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble
Two top-notch Kellerman mysteries for price of one. Joining forces for only the second time in their writing careers, bestselling spouses Jonathan and Faye deliver two choice novellas: "Thy Sister's Keeper" and "Music City Breakdown." Making background appearances in these whodunits are reader favorites Alex Delaware, Peter Decker, and Rina Lazarus.
Publishers Weekly
The second collaboration by bestsellers Jonathan and Faye Kellerman (after Double Homicide) offers two thin novellas that dedicated fans will most appreciate. In the first, My Sister's Keeper, Faye Kellerman's LAPD detective Peter Decker makes an extended cameo role in an inquiry into the murder of an activist lesbian California state representative, Davida Grayson. Grayson, who was the focus of threats from politicians and members of the radical right opposed to her support for stem-cell research, is found shot to death in her Berkeley office; an uninspired pair of local police find that the dead woman's personal relationships, rather than her politics, may have motivated the killer. The second story, Music City Breakdown, gives Jonathan Kellerman's consulting psychologist, Alex Delaware, a little more to do after Nashville detectives probing the stabbing murder of recording artist Jack Jeffries learn that Delaware had been treating the dead man. The solution is as unsurprising as that of My Sister's Keeper. (Nov. 21) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
The Kellermans join forces a second time to pack one book with two novellas-"Thy Sister's Keeper" and "Music City Breakdown"-that bring in regulars Alex Delaware as well as Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus as background characters. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
"Rock icon Jack Jeffries seems to have no enemies. Lesbian politician Davida Grayson has no lack of them, most recently whoever pelted her with eggs at the California statehouse. And yet both end up equally dead in Capital Crimes, the new pair of agreeably perplexing mystery novellas by bestselling spouses Jonathan and Faye Kellerman (joining forces for the second time). The deaths are disparate: Jeffries climbs the stairway to heaven in Nashville in the more moving tale, Music City Breakdown, while Grayson dies in her Berkeley office in My Sister's Keeper. But shared themes, including the role of family, help to make these old-school whodunits - solved through knowledge of character and diligent detective work - satisfying." - PEOPLE Magazine
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345467980
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/21/2006
  • Pages: 294
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jonathan Kellerman

About the Authors

Jonathan Kellerman has brought his expertise as a clinical psychologist to numerous New York Times bestselling tales of suspense, including the Alex Delaware novels. His most recent novel, Gone, was a #1 New York Times bestseller. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards, and has been nominated for a Shamus Award.

Faye Kellerman is the New York Times bestselling author of the Peter Decker/Rina Lazarus novels, as well as the historical thrillers The Quality of Mercy and Straight Into Darkness and the short-story anthology The Garden of Eden. She has won the Macavity Award and has been nominated for a Shamus.

Visit the authors’ websites at www.jonathankellerman.com and www.fayekellerman.net

Biography

"I like to say that as a psychologist I was concerned with the rules of human behavior," Jonathan Kellerman has said. "As a novelist, I'm concerned with the exceptions." Both roles are evident in Kellerman's string of bestselling psychological thrillers, in which he probes the hidden corners of the human psyche with a clinician's expertise and a novelist's dark imagination.

Kellerman worked for years as a child psychologist, but his first love was writing, which he started doing at the age of nine. After reading Ross MacDonald's Lew Archer novels, however, Kellerman found his voice as a writer -- and his calling as a suspense novelist. His first published novel, When the Bough Breaks, featured a child psychologist, Dr. Alex Delaware, who helps solve a murder case in which the only apparent witness is a traumatized seven-year-old girl. The book was an instant hit; as New York's Newsday raved, "[T]his knockout of an entertainment is the kind of book which establishes a career in one stroke."

Kellerman has since written a slew more Alex Delaware thrillers; not surprisingly, the series hero shares much of Kellerman's own background. The books often center on problems of family psychopathology—something Kellerman had ample chance to observe in his day job. The Delaware novels have also chronicled the shifting social and cultural landscape of Los Angeles, where Kellerman lives with his wife (who is also a health care practitioner-turned-novelist) and their four children.

A prolific author who averages one book a year, Kellerman dislikes the suggestion that he simply cranks them out. He has a disciplined work schedule, and sits down to write in his office five days a week, whether he feels "inspired" or not. "I sit down and start typing. I think it's important to deromanticize the process and not to get puffed up about one's abilities," he said in a 1998 chat on Barnes & Noble.com. "Writing fiction's the greatest job in the world, but it's still a job. All the successful novelists I know share two qualities: talent and a good work ethic."

And he does plenty of research, drawing on medical databases and current journals as well as his own experience as a practicing psychologist. Then there are the field trips: before writing Monster, Kellerman spent time at a state hospital for the criminally insane.

Kellerman has taken periodic breaks from his Alex Delaware series to produce highly successful stand-alone novels that he claims have helped him to gain some needed distance from the series characters. It's a testament to Kellerman's storytelling powers that the series books and the stand-alones have both gone over well with readers; clearly, Kellerman's appeal lies more in his dexterity than in his reliance on a formula. "Often mystery writers can either plot like devils or create believable characters," wrote one USA Today reviewer. "Kellerman stands out because he can do both. Masterfully."

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Jonathan Kellerman:
"I am the proud husband of a brilliant novelist, Faye Kellerman. I am the proud father of a brilliant novelist, Jesse Kellerman. And three lovely, gifted daughters, one of whom, Aliza, may turn out to be one of the greatest novelists/poets of this century. "

"My first job was selling newspapers on a corner, age 12. Then I delivered liquor, age 16 -- the most engaging part of that gig was schlepping cartons of bottles up stairways in building without elevators. Adding insult to injury, tips generally ranged from a dime to a quarter. And, I was too young to sample the wares. Subsequent jobs included guitar teacher, freelance musician, newspaper cartoonist, Sunday School teacher, youth leader, research/teaching assistant. All of that simplified when I was 24 and earned a Ph.D. in psychology. Another great job. Then novelist? Oh, my, an embarrassment of riches. Thank you, thank you, thank you, kind readers. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

"I paint, I play the guitar, I like to hang out with intelligent people whose thought processes aren't by stereotype, punditry, political correctness, etc. But enough about me. The important thing is The Book."

More fun facts:
After Kellerman called his literary agent to say that his wife, Faye, had written a novel, the agent reluctantly agreed to take a look ("Later, he told me his eyes rolled all the way back in his head," Kellerman said in an online chat). Two weeks later, a publisher snapped up Faye Kellerman's first book, The Ritual Bath. Faye Kellerman has since written many more mysteries featuring L.A. cop Peter Decker and his wife Rina Lazarus, including the bestsellers Justice and Jupiter's Bones.

When Kellerman wrote When the Bough Breaks in 1981, crime novels featuring gay characters were nearly nonexistent, so Alex Delaware's gay detective friend, Milo Sturgis, was a rarity. Kellerman admits it can be difficult for a straight writer to portray a gay character, but says the feedback he's gotten from readers -- gay and straight -- has been mostly positive.

In his spare time, Kellerman is a musician who collects vintage guitars. He once placed the winning online auction bid for a guitar signed by Don Henley and his bandmates from the Eagles; proceeds from the sale were donated to the Jewish Federation of Greater Dallas.

In addition to his novels, Kellerman has written two children's books and three nonfiction books, including Savage Spawn, about the backgrounds and behaviors of child psychopaths.

But for a 1986 television adaptation of When the Bough Breaks, none of Kellerman's work has yet made it to screen. "I wish I could say that Hollywood's beating a path to my door," he said in a Barnes & Noble.com chat in 1998, "but the powers-that-be at the studios don't seem to feel that my books lend themselves to film adaptation. The most frequent problem cited is too much complexity."

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    1. Hometown:
      Beverly Hills, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 9, 1949
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974
    2. Website:

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Capital Crimes


By Jonathan Kellerman Faye Kellerman

Ballantine Books

Copyright © 2006 Jonathan Kellerman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-345-46798-1


Chapter One

The club was from another age. So was Mother.

The Woman's Association of Northern California, Conquistadores Chapter Number XVI, was housed in a sumptuous turn-of-the-century, Beaux-Arts-touched-by-Gothic castle topped by crenellations and turrets, and constructed of massive blocks of mauve-gray Deer Isle granite from a long-dead quarry in Maine. The interior was predictable: somber and dark save for stained-glass windows featuring historical Gold Rush scenes that blew jeweled patches on the walls when the sun shone through. Antique Persian rugs softened well-worn walnut floors, the staircase banister gleamed from decades of polish, thirty-foot ceilings were coffered and rimmed with gold. The ground floor of the building held all the public rooms, the two floors above contained sleeping chambers for the members.

Mother had been a member of the Association for more than fifty years and sometimes slept over in a room far too modest for her. But the fees were nominal, and nostalgia was worth something. Her dinners at the club were frequent. They made her feel special.

They made Davida feel like a freak but she gritted her teeth and indulged Mother's preferences because the woman was a not-too-healthy eighty.

Most dinners meant Mother and various selections of dear friends, each one of them more than a step out of time. The entire concept ofthe Association with its genteel Gatsby pretensions would have been anachronistic anywhere. Nowhere was it more absurd than here in Berkeley.

A stroll from the club was the People's Park, originally conceived as a monument to free speech but reduced to a square block of homeless encampments and ad hoc soup kitchens. Good intentions in the abstract, but the brown rectangle reeked of unwashed bodies and decaying food and on hot days anyone not blessed by nasal congestion kept a wide berth.

Not far from the park was the Gourmet Ghetto, the foodie mecca that typified Berkeley's mix of hedonism and idealism. And dominating it all, the UC. It was these contrasts that gave the city a unique character, with everything blanketed by a definite Point of View.

Davida loved the city with all its strengths and its foibles. Leftist and proud, she was now part of the system, duly elected state representative from District 14. She loved her district and she loved her constituents. She loved the energy and the electricity of a town stoked by people who cared about issues. So different from her hometown, Sacramento, where dishing dirt was respectable recreation.

And yet, here she was commuting back to the capital.

All for a good cause.

Tonight the dome-roofed, hush-hush dining room was dense with tables dressed with starched linen and sparkling silver and crystal, but shy on diners. Members were dying off and very few women elected to follow in their mothers' footsteps. Davida had joined the Association a few years back because it was politically smart to do so. She knew most of the members as friends of her mother and they enjoyed the attention she paid them. Their monetary contributions were stingy compared to their assets, but at least they gave-more than Davida could say about a lot of her own allegedly altruistic pals.

Tonight, it was just Davida and Mother. Their server handed them menus and Davida and her mother silently scanned tonight's choices. The entrées, once biased toward steaks and chops, had conceded to present-day realities with more chicken and fish. The food was excellent, Davida had to grant that. In Berkeley, bad food was almost as serious an iniquity as being a Republican.

Mother insisted on flirting with the waiter, an elfin-looking man in his thirties named Tony who was undoubtedly gay. Mother damn well knew he was gay but she batted her lashes like a moony adolescent.

Tony played his part by smiling and batting back. His lashes outclassed Mother's-thicker and darker than any man's deserved to be.

Davida knew Mother was worried, trying to mask it with a false cheer. Still dwelling on the incident.

Though it had seemed like a big deal last week-and certainly demeaning-Davida now had the perspective to see it for what it had been: a stupid prank executed by stupid people.

Eggs. Sticky, repellent, but not dangerous.

Still, Mother brooded as she forked her shrimp cocktail. Davida's minestrone soup remained untouched because dealing with Mother tightened up her esophagus. If the wall of silence didn't come down, both of them would end up with indigestion and Davida would leave the club in need of ... something.

Davida loved her mother, but Lucille Grayson was a supreme pain in the ass. Lucille called Mr. Eyelash over, asked for a refill of Chardonnay and drained it quickly. Maybe alcohol would settle her down.

Tony returned and announced the specials. Mother ordered the blackened Chilean sea bass and Davida opted for the linguini with chicken in vodka and sun-dried tomato sauce. Tony gave a dancer's bow and sailed away.

"You look good," said Davida. Not a lie. Lucille maintained clear blue eyes, a sharp nose, prominent chin and strong teeth. Thick, luxuriant hair for an old woman, once auburn, now a gray one shade darker than the club's granite walls. Davida hoped she'd age as well. Decent odds; she bore an uncanny resemblance to Mother and at forty-three, her own auburn waves lacked a single silver strand.

Mother didn't answer.

"Your skin looks great," said Davida.

"It's the facials," Mother responded. "When-and if-you go to the spa, ask for Marty."

"I'll go."

"So you say. How long has it been, Davida, since you've taken care of your skin?"

"I've had other things on my mind."

"I bought you a certificate."

"It was a terrific gift, thank you, Mother."

"It's a stupid gift if you don't use it."

"Mother, it doesn't have an expiration date. Don't worry. It'll get used. If not by me, I'm sure Minette will be happy to indulge."

Mother's jaw set. She forced a smile. "No doubt she would be. However, she isn't my daughter." She picked up her wineglass and sipped, trying for nonchalance but a trembling lip betrayed her. "You have a little bruise ... on the apple of your right cheek."

Davida nodded. "The cover-up must have come off. How bad does it look?"

"Well, darling, you wouldn't want to face your public like that."

"True." Davida smiled. "They might think that you were beating up on me."

Mother didn't appreciate the humor. Her eyes misted. "Bastards!"

"I agree." Davida took the old woman's hand, the skin nearly translucent, traced with delicate veins the color of a misty sky. "I'm fine. Please don't worry."

"Any idea yet who did it?"

"Stupid kids."

"That's ambiguous and elusive and I'm not the press, Davida. Have the police made any arrests?"

"Not yet. I'll let you know when it happens."

"When, not if?"

Davida didn't answer. A Latino busboy murmured something polite and removed appetizer dishes. Moments later, he returned with the entrées. Davida wondered why, in fine restaurants, the busboys always served the meal. What were the waiters? Food Transport Consultants?

She thanked him in Spanish and swirled a forkful of pasta. "Delicious. How's your food, Mother?"

"Fine." Again blue eyes clouded. Lucille looked close to tears.

"What is it, Mother?"

"It could have been bullets."

"Luckily, it wasn't. So let's just enjoy this meal and being together." Which was an oxymoron because whenever they were together conflict was inevitable.

Mother harrumphed, and then abruptly plastered a smile across her face as she waved across the room to two women who'd just entered.

Darlene MacIntyre and Eunice Meyerhoff. The duo hobbled over to the table, tongues clucking in unison. Darlene was short and pudgy, Eunice tall and severe with impossibly black hair drawn back in a Dragon Lady bun.

Lucille blew air kisses.

"Darling!" Eunice gushed. "How are you?"

"Fabulous, what else? Enjoying a dinner with my busy daughter."

Eunice turned her eyes to Davida. "Are you all right, honey?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"That was just terrible!"

Lucille said, "Not to mention frightening."

Darlene said, "Motherfuckers!"

Davida broke into laughter, but was grateful that the room was empty. "I couldn't have said it better, Mrs. MacIntyre." She took a sip of her wine. "Would you two like to join us?"

"We wouldn't dream of intruding," Eunice said. "Your mother rarely sees you."

"Is that what she tells you?"

"All the time, dear."

Davida shot a mock-stern look at Mother then focused her gaze back to the two old women. "Well, then, it's lovely to see you both. Enjoy your evening."

"You, too," Darlene answered. "And don't let those assholes get you down."

When they'd toddled off, Davida said, "I hardly see you?"

Mother reddened slightly. "Eunice is a troublemaker ... I don't complain about you chronically, Davida. That battleaxe is smitten with jealousy because her Jane detests her."

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

"Hardly, Davida. Eunice sided with Jane's ex during the last divorce. Though I suppose one can understand her frustration, seeing as it was a third divorce." Sly smile. "Or perhaps sixth. Or twenty-sixth, I've lost count."

"Third," Davida said. "I heard about Eunice taking Parker's side. On top of being tacky and disloyal, it was misguided. Parker Seldey's a jerk and a maniac."

"But good-looking."

"Once upon a time. I hear he has quite the temper."

"So do I, but that doesn't concern Eunice. Because he was courtly to her-remembering her birthday, that kind of nonsense." Lucille sighed. "One's blood is one's blood. Still, by the same token, despite Eunice's quirks, Jane shouldn't despise her."

"She's angry at Eunice, but she doesn't hate her, Mother. Believe me, I know."

Jane Meyerhoff had been Davida's friend since grade school and one of her roomies at the UC. Both had been rebellious teenagers, smoking dope, skipping school, hauled in more than once for petty theft in Sacramento. Stupid self-destructive acts committed because neither girl liked herself.

Jane had carried fifty extra pounds and hated her "summer squash" nose. She starved and vomited the weight off during her freshman year in college, got the nose job as a junior. But old self-images die hard, and Jane had never been comfortable with who she was.

Probably never would be comfortable, Davida decided with some sadness.

She, on the other hand, came to grips with herself well before college. Everything changed a few months before her senior prom when she came out.

Like birthing a child: painful, but you had something to show for it. Coming out meant life was suddenly honest-illuminated by a clean, bright light Davida had never imagined.

She chewed her pasta while glancing across the table. Mother had many faults, but homophobia wasn't one of them. She'd never given a rat's ass that her only surviving child was gay.

Perhaps it was because Mother, though resolutely heterosexual, didn't care for men in general and hated Davida's father, in specific.

The Honorable Stanford R. Grayson, District Court Judge (ret.), now lived in Sarasota, Florida, where he played golf with a second wife twenty years younger than Lucille. Mother had been thrilled when the old man got re-hitched, for now she had something else to complain about. And Father had step-grandchildren with Mixie, so he ignored Davida and left her all to Lucille.

If Mother ever felt pangs about her lack of grandchildren, she never expressed her longings to Davida.

Mother picked at her food and pushed it around on her plate. "How often do you see Janey?"

"A bit more since she moved to Berkeley." Davida smiled tightly. "I try to keep in contact with all my old college roomies."

Mother had wanted her daughter to go to Stanford. Davida insisted on Berkeley. Once there, she'd never really left, working first as an assistant to the mayor, then moving to the capital, where she gofered for Ned Yellin, the most progressive member of the assembly. Ned's shockingly sudden death from a heart attack had propelled her own career. Now she represented her district with workaholic pride and loved her job.

Although there were days like yesterday that made her wonder why she'd ever shaken the hornet's nest that was state politics. It was challenge enough to deal with the vagaries of constituents basically in harmony with her views. Working with-and around-her less-enlightened colleagues could be as frustrating as ... there really wasn't anything worse.

Less enlightened; her euphemism of the month. Bigoted and biased would be more accurate. Then again, everyone had his own agenda. She certainly had hers and it had nothing to do with sexual orientation.

When she was ten, her older sister Glynnis had finally succumbed to her protracted battle with rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare muscle tumor. Davida had loved her sister and watching Glynnis spend her last days confined to a hospital bed, hooked up to tubes, clammy gown wrapped around a sallow, stick-thin body, bleeding from her gums and nose ...

Glynnis' blood cells were in steady retreat and there were no new donors to be found.

Stem cells would have saved Glynnis, Davida was convinced of that. How different would things have been for the Grayson family if the scientific community had been funded righteously?

Two and a half years ago, Davida had been heartened when the people voted in an initiative funding a state stem-cell institute. But years later, she was disillusioned and angry: all the institute had accomplished was creating a board of directors and issuing a namby-pamby mission statement.

"Science works gradually" was the excuse. Davida wasn't buying it. People like Alice had the answer, but Alice hadn't even been consulted by the new board-Davida's repeated requests notwithstanding.

She decided she'd waited long enough. Buttressed by a battalion of scientists, doctors, clergy, humanists and genetic sufferers, she went to war every day in Sacramento, laboring to convince her less-enlightened colleagues that a less grandiose but more efficient legislative approach was the answer.

And got precious little for her efforts.

It wasn't that the stodgy pols really cared about aborted fetuses, because she'd learned that few pols cared about anything other than getting reelected. Though they screamed a good case. Six months into her struggle, she was convinced it was Davida they were rejecting. Because of who she was.

Day after day of wearing out her vocal cords, making deals she really didn't want to make, wasting hours on mind-numbing meetings. Now eggs in her face, on her blouse ... right there on the capitol steps, the humiliation.

What a mess-there was a metaphor for you.

Mother's voice snapped her back to the here and now. Prattling on about dangers lurking around every corner.

According to Lucille, Davida was a major target of every white-supremacist hate group in California, not to mention Bible Belt pro-lifers, hypermacho antigay farmers from the San Joaquin Valley, and, of course, misogynists of every stripe and gender.

She recalled Mother's first words after the election results were tallied and Davida's supporters broke into raised-fist cheers in the social hall of the old Finnish church.

Be careful, dear. Don't get cocky and think because you can get elected here that you're really popular.

Mother was being her typical negative self, but there was some truth to her admonitions. Davida knew she'd made many enemies, many of whom she had never met.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2009

    Two short stories

    I preferred the first story (Faye Kellerman's) to the second (Jonathan Kellerman's). Short stories don't have a lot of time for character or dramatic plot development. Both use their standard protagonists; the other characters were thin. I assume if there had been enough of a storyline, they would have written books rather than novellas, and that says it all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2008

    Great plot, pathetic resolution

    The basic plot of this story of a lesbian politician's murder was well set-up. The ending was far-fetchedcame from nowhere. Was not believable. Unresolved questions which seemed inherent to the story stay unresolved: Detective Barnes affair with the murdered woman who was 'gay', her alcohol abuse 'never substantiated', and Barnes' affairs with two other women inherent to the story, oh, and yes, who did the murdered woman get an STD from? I turned what was, sadly, the last page, expecting some more answers, and certainly, more complete explations, but, alas, they were not there. A cop-out, pardon the expression.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2007

    Ho-Hum

    What a dull and uninspired pair of novellas. This is a case of the sum being less than the parts. In my opinion, the Kellermans do much better on their own than as a team, especially Faye Kellerman.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2007

    it was okay

    I really liked the lead characters, but I guess I just expected a little more suspense and a better mystery. I like the Kellermans' books, but this one just didn't work for me.

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  • Posted July 20, 2013

    Two great stories. Very entertaining, read this in two sittings,

    Two great stories. Very entertaining, read this in two sittings, couldn't put it down. Sometimes I enjoy the departure from Delaware/Sturgis and connect with new characters, this one did not disappoint.

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  • Posted July 27, 2009

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    Um, Okay

    These are rather simple stories that make for some decent reading, but one can find many others more compelling. Two of the previous reviews say, in the exact same words, something that is flat wrong:
    "Take your pick. LAPD Detective Peter Decker steps in to try to solve the crime before one more corpse is found."
    Decker played a very small part in the first story, and I don't remember any mention of him in the second story. Makes you wonder if these early reviewers actually read the book or are just shilling for the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2007

    Thought it was very good.

    2 books in 1. I thought both stories were great, and they (Johnathon and Faye Kellerman) tied there reccuring characters from their respective series into small characters in these stories. This book will have you reading both the Alex Delaware (Jonathon) and Peter Decker and Rina Lazarous (Faye Kellerman) series when you are finished.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    A DOUBLE DOSE OF THRILLERS

    Capital Crimes by the Kellermans, a crackerjack husband and wife writing team, is capital thriller reading. In fact, a double dose of it because the book holds a pair of novellas that bring back familiar protagonists to do what they do best - solve mysteries. The first novella, My Sister's Keeper: Berkeley, finds state representative Davida Grayson stone cold dead in her office. And, her demise was not a pretty one. Now, just because Davida held elective office does not necessarily mean that she was popular. We read: 'She recalled (her) Mother's first words after the election results were tallied and Davida's supporters broke into raised-fist cheers in the social hall of the old Finnish church. Be careful, dear. Don't get cocky and think because you can get elected here that you're really popular. Mother was being her typical negative self, but there was some truth to her admonitions. Davida knew she'd made many enemies, many of whom she had never met. ' There were those among her own faction who didn't care for her at all, others opposed her backing of stem-cell research, and more hated her because she was gay. Take your pick. LAPD Detective Peter Decker steps in to try to solve the crime before one more corpse is found. Music City Breakdown: Nashville takes us to another part of our country - the place some call our musical capital. A one time A-List musician is found murdered and it's up to Nashville Police Department's Murder Squad partners Baker Southerby and Lamar Van Gundy to discover not only whodunit but why. Once they begin probing into the late great's past they uncover quite a few surprises. Of course, famous musicians aren't the only ones who may have something to hide. Enjoy! - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2007

    AN OUTSTANDING VOICE PERFORMANCE

    Actor/director/composer John Rubinstein excels on a number of artistic levels. Lucky for us that he has found time to narrate audio books as his varied professional experiences result in outstanding reading performances sparked by a stage ready voice and a thorough understanding of the characters he inhabits. Even his well considered pauses resonate with meaning. When Rubinstein is matched with the Kellermans, a crackerjack husband and wife writing team, the results are five star entertainment. Capital Crimes, composed of two novellas, brings back two familiar protagonists to do what they do best - solve mysteries. The first novella, My Sister's Keeper: Berkeley, finds state representative Davida Grayson stone cold dead in her office. And, her demise was not a pretty one. Now, just because Davida held elective office does not necessarily mean that she was popular. We hear: 'She recalled (her) Mother's first words after the election results were tallied and Davida's supporters broke into raised-fist cheers in the social hall of the old Finnish church. Be careful, dear. Don't get cocky and think because you can get elected here that you're really popular. Mother was being her typical negative self, but there was some truth to her admonitions. Davida knew she'd made many enemies, many of whom she had never met. ' There were those among her own faction who didn't care for her at all, others opposed her backing of stem-cell research, and more hated her because she was gay. Take your pick. LAPD Detective Peter Decker steps in to try to solve the crime before one more corpse is found. Music City Breakdown: Nashville takes us to another part of our country - the place some call our musical capital. A one time A-List musician is found murdered and it's up to Nashville Police Department's Murder Squad partners Baker Southerby and Lamar Van Gundy to discover not only whodunit but why. Once they begin probing into the late great's past they uncover quite a few surprises. Of course, famous musicians aren't the only ones who may have something to hide. Recommended. - Gail Cooke

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    For fans of the Kellermans

    ¿My Sister's Keeper¿. California state representative and lesbian rights activist Davida Grayson ignores all the threats to dispatch her to hell from rival politicians and the fundamental right as she loudly supports stem cell research. However, someone carries out the threat and kills her in her Berkeley office. Berkley homicide detectives Will Barnes and Amanda Isis investigating the shooting death seeking a motive by focusing more on her love life rather than her vocal political enemies. --- ¿Music City Breakdown¿. Nashville homicide detectives Baker Southerby and Lamar Van Gundy investigate the murder of rock superstar Jack Jeffries, stabbed to death. They quickly uncover the fact that the victim was a patient of police psychiatrist Dr. Alex Delaware so they consult with him to learn more about Jeffries in order to find a motive. --- Fans of Faye Kellerman¿s LAPD detective Peter Decker and Jonathan Kellerman¿s Alex Delaware series will enjoy this pair of novellas though their respective recurring heroes play minor roles with neither of the lead homicide detective teams quite as solid. Still both tales are fun as readers will enjoy this dose of DOUBLE HOMICIDE from the Kellerman duo. --- Harriet Klausner

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