Death Dance (Alexandra Cooper Series #8)

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Murder at the Metropolitan Opera House pulls Alexandra Cooper behind the scenes at Lincoln Center — and into the cutthroat conglomerate that controls the city's theaters. Joe Berk, the powerful head of The Berk Organization, was the lover of world-class ballerina Natalya Galinova; was he tied to her disappearance and untimely death after a performance at the Met? Shooting in the dark along with her colleagues Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, Alex juggles a case on the cutting edge of forensic technology: she's ...

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Murder at the Metropolitan Opera House pulls Alexandra Cooper behind the scenes at Lincoln Center — and into the cutthroat conglomerate that controls the city's theaters. Joe Berk, the powerful head of The Berk Organization, was the lover of world-class ballerina Natalya Galinova; was he tied to her disappearance and untimely death after a performance at the Met? Shooting in the dark along with her colleagues Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, Alex juggles a case on the cutting edge of forensic technology: she's about to nab a physician accused of drug-facilitated sexual assaults. But legal entanglements over DNA databanking may prevent Alex from stopping the predator. Cracking open a hidden history of the New York few others see, Alex must deliver a bravura performance — or prepare to sing her swan song.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Her most powerful and affecting novel....Fairstein really knows what she's writing about."

— James Patterson

"Linda Fairstein is carving out a prime spot among writers of suspense fiction."

The Washington Post

"A champion teller of detective tales."

USA Today

"Fairstein tells it like it is."

— Michael Connelly

Publishers Weekly
The dramatic talents of Blair Brown, widely displayed on stage, film and television, add some important depth and energy to this generally shrewdly abridged audio version of Fairstein's latest. Brown catches the feisty wisdom of Alexandra Cooper, Manhattan's assistant DA in charge of the sex crimes prosecution unit (a job Fairstein herself had for 25 years before turning to writing full time), and also brings to sharply edged life Cooper's old colleagues, crime scene investigators Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace. Particularly interesting are Brown's takes on denizens of New York's Metropolitan Opera-a manipulative agent, a strange producer and his troubled niece, an ambiguously motivated artistic director-as Cooper and her team investigate the murder of a leading Russian ballerina found dead in one of the Met's cooling units. Other plots (a rape involving an elusive Turkish doctor and an unsolved urban assault case) sometimes seem a bit tacked on and confusing-perhaps a result of the abridgment. But bestseller Fairstein's growing band of enthusiasts should have few complaints-especially if they love opera as much as the law. Simultaneous release with the Scribner hardcover (Reviews, Nov. 7). (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Best-selling author Fairstein returns with her eighth thriller featuring New York City sex crimes prosecutor Alexandra Cooper (after Entombed), and it's a doozy. Loosely based on an actual crime, it follows Alex and longtime sidekicks Mercer Wallace and Mike Chapman as they venture behind the scenes of the Manhattan theater world to investigate the mysterious case of a world-famous dancer who disappeared during a performance at Lincoln Center's Metropolitan Opera House. While navigating the sordid world of the theater community, the trio must wrestle with the chilling mind of a doctor who uses his skills with drugs to trap and attack women in his apartment. This thriller is chock-full of authentic detail, showcasing Fairstein's extensive knowledge of legal and forensic issues and the New York arts and theater scene. Her measured prose has enough plot twists to engage any reader, and her well-rounded characters add depth and believability. Fun, smart, and creepy, with a heroine to match Patricia Cornwell's Kay Scarpetta at the top of her game, Fairstein's latest is a real winner. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/05.]-Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet, Hammond, IN Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The real-life 1980 murder of Metropolitan Opera violinist Helen Hagnes inspires an eighth case for ADA Alexandra Cooper, head of New York's Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit. Unless you believe, along with Freud and Fairstein, that it's all about sex, the murder of prima ballerina Natalya Galinova doesn't belong in the Sex Crimes Unit's bailiwick at all. But don't tell that to Alex, whose appetite for trying abusers has been whetted only by the case of Dr. Selim Sengor, a Turkish psychiatric resident who lures female guests to his lair, has sex with them after he's drugged them unconscious and videotapes the festivities for archival purposes. Talya's disappearance in the middle of a Met performance by the Royal Ballet is disturbing enough, especially after her shattered corpse is discovered at the bottom of an airshaft, but there's no evidence of sexual assault. What keeps Alex on the case, apart from her lifelong love of dance and the boundless accommodation of her NYPD colleagues Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, is an unsavory discovery in the home of Talya's rumored lover, powerful Broadway producer Joe Berk: four TV monitors recording the movements of unwitting dancers in changing-rooms and bathrooms. Berk is such a likely suspect, and so good at defending himself against each accusation with threats and counterpunches, that most of the other characters get tossed aside-especially Lucy DeVore, a model whose hope of playing Evelyn Nesbit in a forthcoming Berk production end all too swiftly when she falls from her red velvet swing. There'll be more subplots, brainwaves and nuggets of backstage information en route to a damsel-in-distress finale, but Fairstein, perhaps because she's followingthe outline of an actual case, manages to make the proceedings both muddled and shrill. Don't weep for Alex. She's done better work (Entombed, 2005, etc.) and is sure to do so again.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743482288
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 1/23/2007
  • Series: Alexandra Cooper Series , #8
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 299,981
  • Product dimensions: 7.40 (w) x 4.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Linda Fairstein

LINDA FAIRSTEIN, America's foremost legal expert on crimes of sexual assault and domestic violence, led the Sex Crimes Unit of the District Attorney's Office in Manhattan for twenty-five years. A Fellow of the American College of Trial Lawyers, she is a graduate of Vassar College and the University of Virginia School of Law. Her first novel, Final Jeopardy, introduced the critically acclaimed character of Alexandra Cooper and was made into an ABC Movie of the Week starring Dana Delaney. The celebrated series has gone on to include the New York Times bestsellers Likely to Die, Cold Hit, The Deadhouse (winner of the Nero Wolfe Award for Best Crime Novel of 2001, and chosen as a "Best Book of 2001" by both The Washington Post and the Los Angeles Times), The Bone Vault, The Kills, Entombed, Death Dance, and Bad Blood. Her novels have been translated into more than a dozen languages. Her nonfiction book, Sexual Violence, was a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. She lives with her husband in Manhattan and on Martha's Vineyard.

Visit her website at www.lindafairstein.com.

Biography

Linda Fairstein is passionate about putting sex offenders behind bars and had done just that many times, both in real life -- as one of New York City's premier sex crimes prosecutors -- and in her fiction, with her popular series of Alex Cooper mysteries.

Born and raised in Mount Vernon, New York, Fairstein attended Vassar College, where she majored in English literature. She went on to receive a law degree from the prestigious University of Virginia School of Law in 1972. In November of that year, Fairstein was assigned to the staff of the New York County District Attorney's office and was soon heading up the Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit, where she developed a reputation as one of the toughest prosecutors in the office's history. Fairstein spent the next two decades dedicating herself to nailing the worst of the city's sexual offenders, working on such high-profile cases as the Preppy Murder and the Central Park Jogger.

In 1993, Fairstein was named "Woman of the Year" by New Woman and Glamour magazines. A year later, her groundbreaking nonfiction book, Sexual Violence: Our War Against Rape, was named a Notable Book by The New York Times.

Fairstein's first foray into fiction writing was 1994's Final Jeopardy, which introduced the tough, savvy assistant D.A. Alexandra "Alex" Cooper -- a character close to the author's own identity -- who was well received by fans and critics. As Publishers Weekly noted, Alex's "greatest appeal lies in the warmth of her friendships, the humanness of her mistakes and her unswerving devotion to protecting the next female from harm."

Since then, Fairstein has continued to chronicle Alex Cooper's crime-solving adventures in a string of bestsellers that draws on the author's thoroughgoing knowledge of the legal system and longtime affection for the Big Apple. A believer in public service, Fairstein sits on the board of directors of several nonprofit groups, among them the National Center for Victims of Crime, Phoenix House Foundation, and New York Women's Agenda, and has also served on President Clinton's Violence Against Women Advisory Council, New York Women's Agenda Domestic Violence Committee, the American College of Trial Lawyers, The Women's Forum, Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime.

In an interview on her publisher's web site, Fairstein explains that her career and her life's mission are one in the same: "I think so much more is possible in terms of what we are able to give women who have been victims of violence and how they can triumph in a courtroom," Fairstein reflects. "So to take this -- the professional life I've had over the last 30 years and to mix it with the great pleasure of writing -- is something I never dreamed I'd actually be able to accomplish."

Good To Know

Fairstein is married to Justin Feldman, a lawyer who helped run Robert F. Kennedy's 1964 United States Senate campaign.

Fairstein has admitted to having her eye on the post of United States Attorney General, and in fact interviewed for that position in 1993.

Cold Hit made President Clinton's highly-publicized vacation reading list in 1999.

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York and Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts
    1. Date of Birth:
      May 5, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Mount Vernon, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., Vassar College, 1969; J.D., University of Virginia School of Law, 1972
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Death Dance

A Novel
By Linda Fairstein

Scribner

Copyright © 2006 Linda Fairstein
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0743254899

1

"You think we've got a case?" Mercer Wallace asked me.

"The answer's inside that cardboard box you're holding," I said, opening the glass-paneled door of his lieutenant's office in the Special Victims Squad.

I placed my hand on the shoulder of the young woman who was slumped over a desk, napping while she waited for my arrival. She lifted her head from her crossed arms and flicked her long auburn hair out of her eyes.

"I'm Alex Cooper. Manhattan DA's office." I tried not to convey the urgency of what we had to get done within the next few hours. "Are you Jean?"

"Yes. Jean Eaken."

"Has Detective Wallace explained what we need?"

"You're the prosecutor running the investigation, he told me. I've got to go through the details with you again, and then make a phone call that you're going to script for me. Is Cara still here?" Jean asked.

"She's in another office down the hall," Mercer said. "It's better we keep you separated until this is done. Then we'll take you over to the hotel and let you get some rest."

I had been the assistant district attorney in charge of the Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit for more than a decade, and Mercer had called me into the case to try to add something from my legal arsenal to speed the arrest process and increase the likelihood that Jean Eaken would be a successful witness in the courtroom.

Mercer told me that the twenty-four-year-old Canadian graduate student had met the suspect at a conference on adolescent psychology at the University of Toronto, which she had attended with her friend, Cara, four months earlier.

I sat opposite Jean, who stifled a yawn as I asked the first question. It was almost midnight. "When you met Selim back in January, how much time did you spend with him then?"

"I sat next to him at a couple of lectures. We made small talk during the breaks. He bought Cara and me a glass of wine on the last afternoon, at happy hour. Told us he lived in Manhattan, that he was a doctor. Nothing more than that."

"He invited you to New York?"

"Not exactly. I told him that we'd never been here, but that we had a trip planned for the spring. He was very friendly, very kind. Cara asked him if he knew any inexpensive hotels, since we're on student budgets, and he told us we could stay at his apartment."

"Did you talk about the sleeping arrangements?"

"Yes, of course. Selim told us he had a girlfriend, and that he'd either stay over at her place or sleep on a futon in the living room. He offered us the twin beds," Jean said. "He gave me his card, Ms. Cooper, with his office phone and everything. He's a medical doctor -- a psychiatric resident. It seemed perfectly safe to both of us."

"It should have been perfectly safe," I said, trying to reassure her that it was not her own judgment that precipitated her victimization. "Did you correspond with him after that first meeting?"

Jean shrugged. "A couple of e-mails, maybe. Nothing personal. I thanked him for his offer and asked him whether he really meant it. Then I sent him another one a month ago, after Cara and I set our travel dates, to see if those were still good for him."

Mercer nodded at me over Jean's head. He was keeping a list of things to do, and getting subpoenas for the e-mail records of both parties would be added to his tasks. We had worked together often enough to know each other's professional style, especially for documenting every corroborating fact we could in this often bizarre world of sex crimes.

"Were there any phone calls between you two?"

"Just one, a week ago. I left him a voice mail explaining when our bus arrived at the Port Authority and making sure it was a convenient time to show up at his apartment. He called me back late that night and we talked for a while."

"Can you reconstruct that conversation for us? The details of it, I mean."

There would be skeptics on any jury that was eventually impaneled, people who would assume that there must have been verbal foreplay between the time of the first meeting of this attractive young woman and the stranger at whose home she later arranged a sleepover. I needed to know that before Mercer and I took the next steps.

"Selim asked me if we had made plans for the days that we'd be in the city and what we wanted to see. Things like that."

"Did he say anything at all, Jean -- anything -- that made you think he was interested in you, maybe socially or even sexually?"

She answered quickly and firmly. "No." Her green eyes opened wide as she looked at me to measure my response.

"Nothing inappropriate?"

She thought for several seconds. "He asked me why my boyfriend wasn't coming with me. I told him I didn't have one," Jean said. "Oh, yeah. He wanted to know if I liked to smoke marijuana, 'cause he could get some while I was here."

Mercer moved his head back and forth. This was a fact he was hearing for the first time. It didn't necessarily change the case at all, but it reminded us that we had to constantly press for things that often seemed irrelevant to witnesses -- and for the truth.

"What did you tell him?"

"That I don't like weed, that it makes me sick."

"Did you expect to spend any time with him, Jean?"

"No way. Dr. Sengor -- Selim -- told us he'd be at work all day and with his girlfriend most evenings. I just thought he was being a nice guy, letting us crash at his place."

Most of my prosecutorial career had involved women meeting nice guys who had other things in mind. Cops and prosecutors -- and often Manhattan jurors -- found young people from west of the Hudson River and north of the Bronx a bit too trusting much of the time.

"So he didn't come on to you at all?"

Jean forced a smile. "Not until I was ready to go to bed the first night."

"What happened then?"

"It was after nine when we got to his place. We sort of settled in and talked for an hour. Just stuff. Psychology and how hard grad school is and what were our first impressions of the city. When Cara went into the bathroom to take a shower, Selim came over to the couch I was sitting on and like, well, he tried to hook up with me."

"Tell Alex exactly what he did," Mercer said, coaxing the facts we needed out of her as he had done earlier in the day.

Jean was a well-built young woman, almost as tall as I am at five-foot-ten, but much stockier. "I was tired from the long bus ride, and kind of leaning back with my head against a pillow. Selim reached over and tried to kiss me -- right on the mouth -- while he was fumbling to get his hand on my chest."

"What did you do?"

"I just pushed him away and stood up. I asked him to give me the telephone book so I could find a hotel to stay in."

"How did he react to that?"

"He was very apologetic, Ms. Cooper. He told me how sorry he was, that he had misinterpreted my body language. He pleaded with me not to tell Cara. He told me that in his country -- "

"His country?" I asked.

"Selim's from Turkey. He said that back home, if anybody did that to his sister, he'd be pilloried in the town square."

He'd be short one hand and castrated, too, no doubt. "So you stayed?"

"He was a perfect gentleman from that point on. He was just testing me, I guess. It's happened to me before. Maybe that's why I thought I could handle the situation."

"And Cara?"

"You'll have to ask her about that," Jean said, blushing perceptibly.

Mercer had already told me that Selim Sengor hit on Cara, too, after Jean fell asleep the first night. They stayed in the living room talking, and she engaged in some kissing and fondling with him, but had stopped short of further sexual intimacy. That was another reason to keep the witnesses separated. They were likely to be more straightforward with us out of each other's presence. Cara might blame herself for what happened thereafter -- an unfortunate but typical reaction when some of the sexual contact was consensual. She might even be less candid in front of Jean.

"Did you socialize with him during the week?"

"No. In fact, he actually did spend the night before last with his girlfriend. We hardly ever saw him." She bit at the cuticle of one of her nails, until she noticed me watching her. Then she straightened up again and began to wind a strand of her long hair behind her left ear.

"And yesterday?"

"In the morning, after Cara and I made our plans, I beeped him at the hospital. When he called back, I told him that we were going sightseeing and planned to pick up some half-price tickets to a Broadway show, in Times Square. We invited him to join us, to thank him for letting us stay with him."

"Did he spend the evening with you?"

"No, he didn't seem the least bit interested in doing that."

"Did you and Cara go to the theater?"

"Yeah, we saw that new Andrew Lloyd Webber thing. Cara loves him. We got back to the apartment after eleven o'clock and Selim was waiting up for us. We bought him a gift, an expensive bottle of Kentucky bourbon," Jean said, smiling again, now braiding the length of hair as she talked. "It sounded very American."

"What did you do then?"

"He offered us a drink and we both said sure. We sat in the living room while Selim went into the kitchen and mixed the cocktails."

"Mixed them? What did he make for you?"

Again she shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know. I never drank bourbon before. I heard that loud kind of noise that a food blender makes, and he came out with something -- I don't know -- it looked very frothy when he brought it to us."

I couldn't imagine anyone adding something to a good scotch, and I doubted there was much to improve on in a fine bourbon either.

"Had you changed your clothes, Jean, to get ready to go to sleep?"

"No. Cara turned on the CD player and we started listening to the soundtrack from the show. Selim came back into the room and handed us each a drink. He offered a toast to our friendship and we clinked our glasses together."

The young woman rested her elbows on the desk and cushioned her head in her hands while I asked her how much of the cocktail she drank.

"Three sips of it, Ms. Cooper. Maybe four. I swear I didn't have any more than that."

"Any marijuana?"

"No. I mean he had some in the apartment -- he offered me a joint that he took out of a drawer in one of the tables, but I didn't smoke any."

I needed her candor. The blood and urine that had been collected by the nurse-examiner would confirm her answer.

"Did he smoke?"

"Not in front of us. Not that I saw."

"What's the next thing you remember?"

"There was no next thing. That's the last memory I have, really. I felt dizzy and weak -- so weak that I tried to stand up but I couldn't. The room started spinning and then it was dark. Completely black. That's all I know." Jean pushed herself upright again, looked at her nail -- the bed red with irritation from her biting -- and then back at me.

"Until...?"

"Until I woke up this morning."

"In the living room?"

"No, no. No. I was in one of the beds in the other room. That's what's so strange about this, Ms. Cooper. I was dressed in my nightgown, my clothes were folded neatly on top of my suitcase," Jean said, dropping her head back in her hands and lowering her voice. "And I ached. I ached terribly."

"I need to know where it hurt. Exactly where you felt it."

Jean Eaken didn't lift her head. She rubbed her lower abdomen with one hand.

Mercer and I both knew what she meant, but that wouldn't be specific enough for the purposes of the law. "On the outside of your body?" I asked, speaking softly.

"No. Inside me. Like someone had sex with me. Too much."

"Do you remember having intercourse with Selim? Do you think you might have consented to it after you started drinking with -- "

Jean flashed another look at me as I gently challenged her and cut me off abruptly with a single sharp word. "No."

"Tell me what you did this morning, Jean."

"I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. At first I couldn't even remember where I was. I looked at my watch and saw that it was eleven thirty in the morning. We'd had the alarm set all week for seven, but I didn't even hear that go off. I got out of bed -- I was still a little dizzy -- to lock the bedroom door. Selim had been working rotating shifts -- different hours all week. He told us he had to work sixteen hours today -- eight A.M. to midnight -- but I was scared he might still be there. Then I woke Cara up."

"Where was she?" I asked.

"In the other bed. Same as me -- dressed in her nightgown and her jeans and sweater all folded up neatly. She was sleeping so deep, I had to keep shaking her to get her up. She didn't remember anything, either. She started crying, so first I had to calm her down. It was my idea to get dressed and go over there to the hospital."

"That was the best thing you could have done, Jean. Very smart."

"But the doctors haven't told me anything."

"We won't let you go home until they've explained their findings to you," Mercer said, watching Jean nervously twist and untwist the same plait of hair.

"Did you leave your things at Selim's?"

"Are you crazy? I never wanted to see that guy again. We brought our suitcases with us."

"The glasses you drank from," I said, "did you see them in the apartment this morning?"

"I didn't look around. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible."

"Did you have any reason to go into the kitchen, to put things away or clean anything up?"

"No. That's his problem."

Even better. It meant there was a shot that we might get lucky and still find some inculpatory evidence if Mercer and I could get going on this.

"I know it's been a long day for you, Jean. Just give us a few minutes to put things together and we'll be back," I said, stepping out of the room behind Mercer, who had picked up the cardboard evidence collection kit that had been prepared by the nurse-examiner at the hospital. We were in the hallway of the quiet corridor that Special Victims shared with the Manhattan North Homicide Squad.

"How long will it take to get the tox screening back on these?" he asked, referring to the slides and plastic bottles inside the compact box.

In addition to the traditional testing of fluids and stains recovered from a patient's body during the emergency room treatment of a rape victim, the latest kits required samples be taken of blood and urine for the most refined testing, as assailants used more sophisticated methods to overcome their prey.

"Seventy-two hours, if they jump us to the front of the line."

"I'm sending this whole thing to the M.E.'s office, to Serology?"

"It starts there," I said. Mercer knew that our medical examiner's serology lab did most of the analyses we needed. "Unfortunately, if there are any exotic drugs involved, it'll go out to a private lab and take even longer."

"Damn. I hate to give this bastard a three-day pass. We'll even have the DNA results by this time tomorrow."

"DNA tells us next to nothing in a case like this. We know they spent the night in his apartment. We know the docs recovered semen specimens from both women. None of that's a crime unless he used force -- "

"No sign of that," Mercer said.

Even the aches that Jean described could be consistent with consensual sexual activity if it was vigorous or prolonged -- or infrequent, since she had told Selim she did not have a current boyfriend.

"Or he spiked their drinks to render them unconscious. We're nowhere without the toxicology," I said.

"How do you want to take it from here?"

My deputy, Sarah Brenner, had stayed behind at the DA's office to draft the search warrant with the facts Mercer provided to her, and she would take it before the judge who was sitting in night court to sign while we set the rest of the operation in motion.

"I'll work up the conversation for Jean to have with Selim," I said, "but I don't want her to make that call until your team is stationed outside the door of his apartment. His shift ends right around now and he should be home within the half hour. The minute Jean hangs up, I'll be on the phone to you and you'll go in with the warrant. If her questions raise his antennae, I don't want him to have a chance to clean house before you get there."

The glass-paneled door with the gold-and-black lettering -- HOMICIDE -- opened from within and Mike Chapman called out to Mercer Wallace. "Your witness is getting antsy in here. She wants to know when you and Coop are gonna move on the perp."

I walked farther down the hallway to greet Mike, whom I hadn't seen in several weeks. I smiled at the sight of him back in his natural habitat in the Homicide Squad -- his thick shock of straight black hair, the long, lean body, his personal uniform of navy blazer and jeans. All that was missing was the infectious grin that had been good to bring me out of every dark situation and mood I'd faced in more than a decade that we had worked together.

"Hey, stranger. When did you come on?"

"Doing steady midnights. I'm not sleeping much, so I might as well have a place to hang out."

"When Mercer and I finish up in another couple of hours -- around two a.m. -- why don't we take you downstairs for something to eat?" I asked.

Mike walked to his desk, seated himself with his back to me, and put his feet up while he examined his notebook. I paused at an empty cubicle next to his and started writing the lines I wanted Jean Eaken to deliver to Dr. Sengor.

"I'm sticking here," Mike said. "Just got a scratch I got to sit on."

A scratch wasn't a formal report of a crime, but rather a notification to the NYPD of an unusual circumstance.

"What's so serious you'd pass up the greasiest bacon and eggs in Harlem with me?" I tried to tease a familiar smile out of my favorite homicide detective and still-grieving friend.

"Right up your alley, twinkletoes. There may be a swan on the loose. Lieutenant Peterson has me on standby."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever hear of" -- Mike looked down at his notes to get the name -- "Talya. Talya Galinova?"

"Natalya Galinova." The world-renowned dancer who commanded more curtain calls in a month than most performers would ever know in a lifetime was as famous for her artistry as for her ethereal looks and regal bearing. "She's starring with the Royal Ballet at Lincoln Center this week."

"Well, sometime between the second act and the curtain calls tonight, she pulled a Houdini. Me and the loo got other plans for the weekend than breakfast with you. Personally, I'm hoping your missing swan doesn't morph into a dead duck."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2014

    Jinx

    Walks in and runs out

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2014

    Raven

    :(

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2014

    Riley to raven

    Thats it.im breaking up with you.im sorry

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    All the books in the Alexandra Cooper series by Linda Fairstein are really good, and this book is no exception. Cooper gets into seemingly very dangerous situations and always survives. She is a very strong and likeable protagonist plus the reader gleans a lot of knowledge about New York City. I would highly recommend this series to everyone who enjoys reading entertaining, page-turning suspense, and highly intelligent characters. The detective named Mike also adds humor to this series so it is also funny at times. Overall, all these books are great reads no matter what one likes to read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

    P

    Predictable at times.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    Loved it!

    Fairstein is great. Very entertaining and educating.

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

    Not Good

    First time I read a book by this author. Sorry, never again. I love mystery/ thrillers. This was just a bore. Struggled to finish it. Nothing likable about characters and the plot just wasn't there. Nothing happened until the end and the ending was a disappointment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2006

    Love her stories

    I'm the type of reader that enjoys a good series. The characters in theses series are so touching and so heartwarming. I love every book in the series and am always checking to see when a new one is out, so that I can add it to my collection and spend a day full of none stop page turning excitement!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2006

    Theater Thriller Is A Treat

    I confess what I enjoyed most about this mystery were the loving and well-researched descriptions of the Met and the City Center, where much of the action takes place. I didn't find any of the characters particularly likable, for some reason, but the story line is strong, if somewhat flawed by the silly cliffhanger ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2006

    Cute Mystery

    I picked this book up purely on the fact that the mystery took place at the Metropolitan Opera House where I once worked as a stagehand. I wanted to see for myself how factual and exact Mrs. Cooper had portrayed the backstage and I am happy to say she was right on!!! I am sad to say that story was bland and slightly exagerated. I was left with questions and fighting to stay awake as I struggle to turn the pages. If you're looking to pass some time away between old releases and new releases then I recommend grabbing a copy for yourself or you can watch American Idol to see whose been voted off!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2006

    One death, one rape

    The best investigative trio of Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, both NYPD and Alex Cooper, Assistant DA, begin this story with the rape of two Canadian women who are attending a conference in New York. They had been drugged and raped while under the influence of the drug. Then they trio gets a call from the Lincoln Center¿s Metropolitan Opera House. A famous ballet dance has gone missing. Between trying to get the rapist for his crime and realizing how HUGE the Opera House really is, Alex and company have a big job ahead of them. First, they collect evidence from the rapist¿s home which shows the drug that was used. While waiting to get the rapist back from Turkey where he fled, they find the body of the dance. Now the question is who wanted her dead and why. Was it her husband who is miles away? Was it her agent or her sponsor? Any, of course, there is always the question of WHY. Linda Fairstein actually was a chief prosecutor in the Manhattan DA¿s office, Sex Crimes Unit, so she has first-hand knowledge of what she writes about. A story is always so much better when you can actually draw from real-life experiences and it shows in her writing. This is a great book, well written and one you shouldn¿t miss. The reader, Blair Brown, is clear but doesn¿t use ¿different voices¿ for each character. This makes it a bit hard to follow but you are still able to figure out who is who if you listen carefully.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2006

    Booking Alex Cooper & her partners in crime!!!!!!!!

    THE BOOK OPENS WITH A VISIT TO THE ER WHERE ADA COOPER AND HER PARTNERS IN CRIME INVESTIGATE THE SEXUAL ASSAULT OF TOURISTS. AND THEN IT HAPPENED--A MURDER @ THE METROPOLITAN OPERA. WHO KILLED BALLET DANCER NATALYA GALINOVA, AND WHY? WAS IT JOE BERK? BRIGGS OR MONA BERK? CHET DOBBIS? ROSS KEHOE? RINALDO VICCI OR DR. SELIM SENGOR? OR WAS IT....? WAS THE HOMICIDE RELATED TO THE ATTEMPT ON LUCY DEVORE'S LIFE? THE PLOT THICKENS. AS THE INVESTIGATIONS CONTINUE INTO BOTH CRIMES, ONE OF THE SUSPECTS NEARLY GETS ELECTRICUTED STEPPING ON A MANHOLE COVER. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, ONE OF ALEX'S FRIENDS GETS ENGAGED, AND ASKS HER TO OFFICIATE AT THE CEREMONY ON THE VINEYARD. IT IS EXTREMELY DIFFICULTY TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2006

    Boring

    Great plot but unfortunately page after page of the Met history & ballets make it very dull and boring to those of us not in the New York art scene.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    fine crime thriller

    As the assistant district attorney in charge of the Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit, Alex seeks to convict Dr. Selim Sengor for the drug facilitated rape of two Canadian women. Alex wants him denied bail since he could leave the country and return to Turkey but a judge who doesn¿t fully understand what rape is, lets him out on his own recognizance. --- While Alex works that case, she also investigates who murdered dancer Natalya Galinova with her detective friends Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace. At first they thought she walked out of the Metropolitan Opera House after having an argument with Broadway businessman, Joe Berk over a juicy role in one of the plays produced in his theatres since she is getting too old to play the younger parts. That hope is dashed when her body is found broken in a ventilation shaft, the victim of a homicide. A couple of days later Joe is almost electrocuted but the authorities determine it was an accident. Illegally gotten DNA points to Berk as a suspect but Alex has no probable cause to request it through channels. The closer Alex gets to closing out both investigations, the more she puts her life in danger. --- One of the very best qualities of Linda Fairstein crime thrillers is that it accurately reflects real life. Not every case comes to a satisfactory conclusion as suspects disappear before they can be convicted and judges don¿t always hand down a ruling that makes a prosecutor happy. Readers get a behind the scenes of dance in New York with all the petty jalousies and jockeying for position just as they learn that date rape drugs do not lessen the realities of the crime. Ms. Fairstein is a great storyteller who uses real life experiences to create a storyline that is realistic and which stars likable heroes battling criminals and at times the system. --- Harriet Klausner

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    Posted July 7, 2011

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