City of Fire (Lena Gamble Series #1)

City of Fire (Lena Gamble Series #1)

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by Robert Ellis, Renee Raudman
     
 

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CITY OF FIRE is my kind of crime novel. Gritty, tight, and assured.”—Michael Connelly

When a beautiful young woman named Nikki Brant is found dead in her bed, the elite Robbery-Homicide division of the Los Angeles responds in full force. Is Nikki another victim of the infamous “Romeo” serial killer? LAPD Detective Lena

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CITY OF FIRE is my kind of crime novel. Gritty, tight, and assured.”—Michael Connelly

When a beautiful young woman named Nikki Brant is found dead in her bed, the elite Robbery-Homicide division of the Los Angeles responds in full force. Is Nikki another victim of the infamous “Romeo” serial killer? LAPD Detective Lena Gamble will make it her business—in the most high-profile, make-or-break case of her career—to find out.

“A scorcher.”—Baltimore Sun

As the investigation plays out and a massive forest fire blankets the city with acrid smoke, a cloud of conspiracy descends on Lena’s investigation, and she knows she’ll have to grind this one out…because Nikki Brant’s death just breathed new life into more than one closed case…because she’s suddenly stuck in a web of conspiracy and corruption…and because if there’s one thing Lena knows about murder in L.A. it’s this: The bigger the spectacle, the deeper the horror.

“I just discovered Robert Ellis. This book is terrific.”—Janet Evanovich, People

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Library Journal

Los Angeles's infamous Santa Ana winds, or "Devil Winds," provide fuel for the fire in Ellis's (The Dead Room) serial killer-cum-police procedural. LAPD Det. Lena Gamble, haunted by her musician brother's murder, figures out that Nikki Brant's horrific rape and murder are just one small piece of a madman's desire to seek revenge against all those who have made his life miserable. Opening with Brant's death, this potboiler dishes it out: pornographic web sites, the plight of orphan siblings, the Hollywood music industry, and drug abuse. Needless to say, a brush fire seems superfluous. But pressing on, Gamble and her partner work both forward and backward as they delve into musical and handwriting clues left on the victims' nightstands, gradually teasing out the slayer's identity. If that weren't enough, the unsolved murder of Gamble's brother becomes personally threatening when she realizes that one of her colleagues probably killed him. Totally plot driven, with plenty of stereotypical characters, this book is fast, gruesome, and twisted, like a scary Jodie Foster movie. Ellis makes it easy to be terrified. Recommended for popular collections. [See Mystery Prepub, LJ2/1/07.]
—Teresa L. Jacobsen

Kirkus Reviews
An LAPD detective goes out on an emotional limb chasing a violent serial killer. Lena Gamble and her new partner, Hank Novak, are called to an early morning crime scene in a small house near the Pacific Coast Highway. The bloody crime scene recalls Lena's first homicide case, the recent murder of Teresa Lopez, whose husband, Jose, currently sits in jail awaiting trial. Today's victim, Nikki Brant, may have been raped before her brutal murder. Suspicion naturally falls on Nikki's husband James, who has a shaky alibi and an alleged history of violence against his wife. The reader alone knows that Nikki did not see the face of the sex partner she assumed was her husband shortly before her murder. James hires high-profile lawyer Buddy Paladino, who can't (or doesn't) stop his client from taking a lie detector test, which he fails. But Lena's slam-dunk arrest is abruptly turned upside-down when DNA results clear James and link the crime to the Lopez murder. The press dubs the killer Romeo. The pressure's on Lena at a time when she's already dealing with the death of her drug-addicted brother David and the new demands of her promotion to detective. A complex portrait of the flawed but righteous Lena by Ellis (The Dead Room, 2002, etc.) makes this sure-footed police procedural something special. Agent: Scott Miller/Trident Media Group
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CITY OF FIRE is my kind of crime novel. Gritty, tight, and assured.”—Michael Connelly

“A scorcher.”—Baltimore Sun

“I just discovered Robert Ellis. This book is terrific.”—Janet Evanovich, People

“This book is fast, gruesome, and twisted, like a scary Jodie Foster movie. Ellis makes it easy to be terrified.”—Library Journal

“A complex portrait of the flawed but righteous Lena by Ellis makes this sure-footed police procedural something special.”—Kirkus Reviews

“Ellis vividly evokes Hollywood as a place of burning desires, where the boundaries between good and evil are blurred beyond distinction. Ellis’ prose is crisp, and his plot moves at a good clip.”—Booklist

“Robert Ellis’ brisk, complex City of Fire is hot stuff. Ellis excels at vivid writing and the expert plotting keeps the reader off-kilter…L.A., which is written about so often, seems fresh in the hands of an original storyteller such as Ellis.”—South Florida Sun-Sentinel

“The story is tight, the characters alive.”—Publishers Weekly

City of Fire begins like a roller coaster, building tension, anxiety and fear. Then it plunges at full speed, spiraling and twisting through scenes that will have hearts pounding and fingers flying through the pages. But there is no smooth braking to a stop in this book. It careens to the end and of suspense.”—Mystery Scene Magazine

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781423336938
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
05/29/2007
Series:
Lena Gamble Series, #1
Edition description:
Abridged, 5 CDs, 6 hours
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.37(d)

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City of Fire


By Ellis, Robert

St. Martin's Minotaur

Copyright © 2007 Ellis, Robert
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312366131

Chapter One
She rolled over in bed, nudging the corner of the pillow with her cheek and burrowing in. Dreaming. Sleeping. Searching out cool spots with her legs and feet beneath the clean sheets and extra blanket.
She could hear the curtains moving somewhere in the foggy haze at the edge of her dream. Moist, chilly air filtering in through the open window from the ocean. The promise of sunshine burning the clouds away sometime tomorrow afternoon.
It was April in Los Angeles—Nikki Brant’s favorite month of the year. And things were good right now. Better than they had ever been before.
She groped in the darkness for a second pillow and drew it closer, snuggling with it and pretending that she wasn’t alone. She was dreaming about her secret. Her special secret. The one her doctor told her just after lunch. The one that began with a single word.
Congratulations.
Nikki didn’t really hear the rest. Nothing registered after that word. She couldn’t concentrate because her heart was beating so fast—everything streaming by in a joyous blur. It began the moment her doctor stepped into the examination room and flashed that smile. The moment she caught the glint in her doctor’s eye.
But her doctor was only confirming it for her. Deep inside she already knew.
She stirred and cracked her eyes open, sensing that someone had entered the bedroom. It was James,home from another late night at work. She could see his figure in the darkness, the rim of light from the clock radio behind him outlining his body in neon blue. It seemed as if he was staring at her from the foot of the bed as he got out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
A dog started barking somewhere in the distance.
She guessed it might be that small, white terrier three doors down the street, but she wasn’t exactly sure. Her doctor had given her something to help with the nausea, saying it wouldn’t hurt but might make her feel drowsy. When the dog quieted, Nikki glanced at James’s figure and lowered her head—drifting off again—her body weighted down in the ecstasy of fatigue.
They had met three years ago after being introduced by a mutual friend in graduate school at the University of Oregon. James was high-strung and hard to read at first. He was in his last year at the Lundquist College of Business. She was finishing her dissertation in art history and had already been hired by a small college in Pasadena to begin teaching the following year. At the time, it seemed as if they were from two different planets spiraling in opposite directions. But James was persistent, and after a while he began to grow on her. There was something about his smile. Something about the way he made her feel when he told one of his corny jokes and looked at her with those big brown eyes of his. Within six months they were living together. On the first anniversary of their meeting, they were married. Forget the honeymoon—they were too busy packing. They found a house in West L.A. and would be living within walking distance to the beach.
But when should she tell him her secret?
She opened her eyes again. James remained at the foot of the bed. She wondered how long she had been asleep but couldn’t see the time because he was still blocking the clock radio on the dresser. After a moment, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and began unbuttoning it.
When should she tell him?
That was the big question. She wanted the moment to be just right.
For the past ten days James had been working until dawn, only coming home to grab a few hours’ sleep before showering and changing and heading back to work again. He was the chief financial officer for a small company merging with a larger one. A young man in an even younger company that no one thought would end up being a company at all. James was overseeing the audit before the deal was finalized. Even though he told her that the merger was friendly, he seemed nervous about it, even grumpy. She knew that he was trying to prove himself. That he was hoping he would still be needed when the two companies eventually came together as one.
She eased her way back to the surface.
Peeking over the blanket, she watched him toss his trousers on the chair and step out of his boxer shorts. As he peeled off his socks, he lowered his head and the clock finally came into view. It was early. Only 1:30 a.m. When he called to check in at ten, he told her that he would see her in the morning. She couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, but it looked as if he was smiling. Maybe they decided to take the night off. Or just maybe the audit was finally done, and they could have their lives and marriage back again.
She wanted to say something to him but was afraid he might guess her secret by the tone of her voice. She wanted to sleep with her secret. Revel in it on her own for a night or two or even longer until she picked exactly the right time. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. She also knew that James wouldn’t be as happy about the news as she was. A couple of times last week she’d given him hints—tried to feel him out—but the whole thing turned into one big argument. A horrible fight that lasted longer than all the others and ended in a torturous day of the silent treatment. Why couldn’t he understand why this was so important to her?
That stupid dog started barking again. Louder this time, and at a higher pitch.
She sensed James moving toward her in the darkness. He pulled away the second pillow and slipped beneath the covers on her side of the bed. He kissed her on the lips, deeper than she expected. Harder than she was used to. As he rubbed up against her, she realized that he wanted to make love. She smiled and sighed and kissed him back with her eyes closed, wishing she hadn’t taken that damn pill.
He stroked her chin with his finger. She could smell all over his skin the scent of the soap they used at the office. It was laced with cocoa butter, reminding her of suntan lotion and days spent lazing side by side on the hot sand at the beach. On a chilly night in April, the fragrance seemed so out of place.
He rolled over her leg, finding the center. As he entered her, she wrapped her arms around him and held on as well as she could. Drifting. Sleeping. Keeping her secret locked away in her dreams. She was glad that he’d come home early tonight, glad they were together. This was the way things were supposed to be.
James and Nikki Brant together.
Funny, but she didn’t remember hearing his car pull into the drive, or even the sound of the front door, which always seemed to open with a deafening creak. . . .
Copyright © 2007 by Robert Ellis. All rights reserved.        
 

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