Dirty Laundry (Charlotte Justice Series #3)

Dirty Laundry (Charlotte Justice Series #3)

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by Paula L. Woods

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In her award-winning Charlotte Justice novels, Paula L. Woods has created a rare blend of mystery, suspense, and an unflinching social critique of urban, multiethnic America. Featuring an African American homicide detective in the LAPD’s elite Robbery-Homicide Division, this new Charlotte Justice novel is a sizzling story of murder, politics, families, and


In her award-winning Charlotte Justice novels, Paula L. Woods has created a rare blend of mystery, suspense, and an unflinching social critique of urban, multiethnic America. Featuring an African American homicide detective in the LAPD’s elite Robbery-Homicide Division, this new Charlotte Justice novel is a sizzling story of murder, politics, families, and betrayal in the uneasy melting pot of Los Angeles, where everyone has their own. . . .


For Charlotte and her team, the case begins when a woman’s body is found in L.A.’s Koreatown district, where a series of robberies and murders has already put besieged merchants on edge. Now the spectacle of a bright, successful young Korean woman found bludgeoned and bound in an alley is stirring fears, passions, and city politics. In the hours after Vicki Park’s murder, Charlotte Justice must contend with a complex crime scene and a beleaguered community’s hostility toward the police.

Interestingly enough, Vicki (like Charlotte) lived and worked in two different worlds: her close-knit Korean community and the wider political world where she served as a special aide to handsome, media-savvy Mike Santos, whose is vying to become L.A.’s first Latino mayor. With twenty-four candidates running to replace a long-standing African American incumbent, the mayor’s race is shaping up as a wild brawl, full of dirty tricks and innuendo. Is Vicki’s murder connected to the campaign or is the answer to be found in the ethnic enclave that nurtured Vicki–and that may now be hiding her killer?

While Charlotte searches for answers, she must also navigate the perils of life in the LAPD, which complicates her personal life, namely her budding relationship with Aubrey Scott, an emergency-room physician. Justifying her relentless hunt for Vicki’s killer as part of her mission as a homicide detective, Charlotte must face the possibility that her motivation may also be to ease the pain she feels over the violent death of her husband and young daughter years before–a possibility that is challenged in unexpected ways.

A powerful story about families and the secrets they keep, Dirty Laundry is a fast-paced, deeply human thriller that builds to a powerful climax. Featuring one of the great female characters in detective fiction today, this book is a fascinating portrait of Los Angeles from the streets of Koreatown to the power corridors of City Hall. Dirty Laundry is Paula Woods’s richest, most rewarding novel to date.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Wood redefines L.A. urban noir as an explosive blend of race relations, politics and murder in her third installment (after Stormy Weather) of the award-winning Charlotte Justice series, which follows the career of an African-American LAPD detective after the 1978 gang-related murder of her husband and son. Fast forward to 1993, 11 months after the riots, to an L.A. still struggling with post-Rodney King tensions. Justice, now assigned to Robbery Homicide, is investigating the murder of Vicki Park, a young Korean campaign worker for Mike Santos, a former news anchor who is now a mayoral candidate. On her first case since a suspension for her part in "the mishandling of a confessed murderer," Justice, along with Det. Billie Truesdale, has to work alongside some "female-hating, trash-talking cowboys," but solving the crime unites them in a common purpose. Woods's gift for realistically depicted police work, tight plotting and succinct characterization serves her well, notably with angry, self-righteous African-American patrol supervisor Tony Brackeen and Asian Task Force Det. Young "King" Kang, who introduces Justice to the workings of Koreatown's underside. Justice's visits to her family's "Nut House" for folksy consultations and her rushed moments with boyfriend Aubrey round out this satisfying, fast-paced police procedural. Its only flaw may be that the rush to "justice" is too swift, and that the plot threads-the suspicious suicide of a former Japanese WWII criminal living in L.A.; the enigma of Park-could have been developed further. (July 1) Forecast: In addition to satisfying fans of her previous police procedurals, Justice should build up steam with African-American readers and other ethnic groups. Her take on L.A. noir is smooth and authoritative. 4-city author tour. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In the third installment of the Charlotte Justice mystery series, Woods returns with another intense, intriguing, and well-written police procedural. Introduced in Inner City Blues and Stormy Weather, African American LAPD detective Justice is back, investigating the homicide of Vicki Park, a promising young Korean woman working on an upcoming mayoral campaign. The novel, set in 1993, just after the Rodney King riots, takes place in and around Koreatown and the black neighborhoods of Los Angeles. It weaves a variety of racial and familial issues into a well-crafted noir murder mystery while still allowing the listener insight into this tough detective who is still struggling with the grief of losing her husband and baby to gang violence 14 years earlier. The tale is wonderfully read by singer/songwriter Karen Kelly; her voice is polished and perfectly tempered for the tone of the text. Kelly's delivery accommodates the different ethnicities and ages of the characters without distracting from the plot. A clean, professional production; recommended for mystery or African American fiction collections.--Nicole A. Cooke, Montclair State Univ. Lib., NJ Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Another busy night of high-profile corpses for LAPD Robbery-Homicide. Hideo Yoshimoto, the grandfather of Mark Ikehara, the deputy DA angling for mayor, has been shot to death, and Vicki Park, Korean campaign strategist for Latino mayoral candidate Mike Santos, is dead of blunt-force trauma. Called out of her doctor boyfriend's bed to work the Park case with lesbian detective Billie Truesdale and newly transferred wunderkind Roger Middleton, widowed black detective Charlotte Justice (Stormy Weather, 2001, etc.) must decide (a) if Park spurned her fiancé for another lover, (b) if Korean gangs are involved, (c) if political jockeying for a spot on the ticket has gotten out of hand, and (d) if the two deaths that night are related. More complications crop up when Park's secret files on the other political hopefuls go missing, a member of the department's Asian Task Force is gunned down, and Santos, his alcoholic wife, teenaged daughter, and second-in-command eerily know classified police business. Who's leaking information? And why do Justice's superiors call off her raid on the Koreatown massage parlor near where Park's body was found? Dirty cops? A sting in progress? Ultimately, wending past departmental racist and sexist slurs, media-hungry politicos with sordid family secrets, and a cop who puts a gun to his mouth, Justice prevails. If you need a reason not to move to LA, take the police exam, or run for office, count on Woods to give it to you.
From the Publisher

Inner City Blues

“Violent, fast-paced, more twisted than a pretzel . . . Inner City Blues offers a good read laced with knowledgeable sociology.” –Los Angeles Times

“[Woods] sets scenes that snatch you in and hold you. . . . Detective Justice can hold her own among such tough-broad law and order types as Kinsey Millhone, Kay Scarpetta, and Christie Love.” –The Dallas Morning News

“Crackles with originality, grit, and fine writing.” –HARLAN COBEN, Author of Tell No One

Stormy Weather

“[A] terrific mystery. Stormy Weather keeps it exciting, and keeps it real.” –JAMES PATTERSON

“A first-rate mystery . . . Terrific, engrossing . . . Woods is a smart, savvy writer who has delivered a definite page turner.” –CAROLINA GARCIA-AGUILERA, Author of Havana Heat

“Fast-paced . . . [A] charming but pointed police procedural.” –The Wall Street Journal

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Back in seventy-eight, when we were making the arrangements, the funeral director said something I've never forgotten: Only when we face death do we see our lives clearly.

Still numb with the shock of seeing my husband, Keith, and infant daughter, Erica, lying murdered in my driveway, and my only brother, Perris, nearly getting killed in an on-the-job shooting, I had barely been able to ask the funeral director what he meant.

His reply: "The cars, houses, the distractions we surround ourselves with to keep us company on this journey called life fall away in the presence of death. In that moment, if we're lucky, we will see ourselves--and others--naked and unadorned, for who we really are."

Only twenty-five years old, I had clung to my big brother's hand, staring into the abyss of loneliness ahead of me, and asked: "But what if you don't like what you see?"

For that he had no answer.

But his words have stuck with me, have guided me in every death investigation I've conducted since becoming an LAPD homicide detective. His words especially rang true during the case I investigated in March of 1993.

Two uniforms from Wilshire Division, who had already set up a perimeter at the north end of the alley at Eighth and Vermont, were standing in the damp fog when I arrived at 0130 hours.

"I read in a book somewhere that they call an orgasm 'the little death,' " the middle-aged Latino was saying to his female partner. He kneaded his crotch and licked his lips. "But little or big depends on what you're packin', y'know what'm sayin'?"

The female, a brunette a head taller than her partner and maybe twenty years his junior, tried to hide the disgust on her face. "Thirteen Korean merchants killed in the last month, and now this," she said, edging away and shoving her hands deeper into her jacket pockets. "This is about the worst thing that could happen in Koreatown."

I coughed to hide the blush I could feel warming my cheeks. My own little death had been interrupted by the twelve twenty-five call from Lieutenant Stobaugh to roll out with my team to this crime scene in Koreatown. I had been about to leap out of Aubrey Scott's bed and get dressed when my lover stirred beneath me. "What's your hurry?" he'd asked, his arms trying to anchor my hips.

"You know how important this is. It's my first case since going back on the job!"

"Take it easy, Char." He pulled me closer. "Your victim isn't going anywhere."

But my face was burning with anger, too. I'd been in this young officer's position myself, and I'd be damned if I'd let this Neanderthal make another female's life on the job as miserable as mine had been.

"Can you stop playing with yourself long enough to tell me who's your CO?" I demanded of the crotch-grabbing senior officer, a uniform with four stripes on his arm and a brass nameplate that read paz.

The female smirked and Officer Paz blushed as he scanned the ID I'd flashed him. I wrote down my badge number and signed his crime scene log sheet. "Yes, ma'am. Lieutenant Graydon."

"The lead Wilshire detective--" I put down my MagLite, opened my briefcase, and extracted a fresh version of the notebook I carry on all my cases. I flipped to the page on which I'd hastily scribbled the address and basic facts when I got the call from my lieutenant. "Detective Bianchi, where is he?"

"Down at the south end of the alley with our lieutenant."

"Has Lieutenant Stobaugh from Robbery-Homicide signed in yet?"

Paz didn't need to consult his log for an answer. "In at twelve thirty-five, out at twelve fifty-five. Caught another high-profile case at a nursery on the Westside. Someone connected to the DA's office, I think."

I couldn't help but be curious. "Did he say who?"

"No, but he said to tell the lead detective--I guess that would be you, ma'am--that he'd be back to brief you as soon as possible."

"You mean me to brief him, don't you?"

"I'm just telling you what he said, ma'am."

There's no point getting into semantics with this guy, my inner voice told me. "Where's the vic?"

"Down by that Dumpster, Detective Justice."

"We secured the alley right away," the female added, gesturing toward the yellow tape. "Set up the whole thing as a crime scene."

"She's got eyes, Fontaine," Paz growled.

Ignoring him, I nodded thanks to his eager young partner. "Good thinking, Officer Fontaine. Anybody else been in that alley since you secured the scene?"

"Just our detectives," Paz replied, cutting his eyes at Fontaine. "But they didn't touch the body or any of the evidence."

And they shouldn't if they were following the basic rules of crime scene investigation, but I realized Paz was saying it for Fontaine's benefit as much as mine. "Who called her in?"

"We think it was a homeless guy. Only he was so addlebrained, he gave the dispatcher the wrong location."

"Where is he now?"

Paz hiked up his shoulders. "In the wind before we got here."

"Then how do you know he was homeless?"

"Towelhead clerk at the convenience store on Vermont said he came in screaming for help," he explained, oblivious to Fontaine's and my reaction to the crude slur. "He let him use their phone. Got a good look."

"Did this alleged homeless guy say anything significant to the clerk?"

"Just that he'd tried to make the call from the massage parlor next door but, not surprisingly, they turned him down." Paz smirked a little. "Probably didn't conform to the dress code."

I peered down Eighth, spotted the sign on the northeast corner of Vermont. Korean characters printed vertically on the top, on the bottom the words magic lotus massage, or would have been if the U in lotus and the M in massage weren't missing. "Who ID'd the vic?"

Glancing nervously at her partner, Fontaine spoke up again. "The homeless man, ma'am, initially--"

"But once we found her and realized that birthmark on her face wasn't a bruise," Paz interjected, "we figured it might be that Korean chick with the Santos campaign. So we radioed it in to our watch sergeant. Didn't say on the air who it was, but told him to come over and have a look-see. Once he did, he called out for our detectives and the lieutenant. And after they got a look at her, they called RHD via land line just in case."

I nodded. Wilshire detectives investigated murders all the time, but Robbery-Homicide Division where I worked was a specialized section of the LAPD's Detective Services Group, tasked with solving complex and high-profile crimes that might overwhelm a division's detective squad. The murder of a former reporter and political consultant for a mayoral candidate certainly warranted a call to RHD, if for no other reason than to take the heat off Wilshire in case things got funky.

"Who's working the case with Bianchi?"

"Neidisch and O'Donoughue," Paz replied. "Two of our best dicks."

Good choice of words, I thought, feeling the pressure building behind my eyes. The last case I'd worked I had taken over mid-investigation from that particular Wilshire detective team, and it was a wonder I could follow the murder book they'd established. Cleaning up another of their messes was not what I left a warm bed and a good man to do. "Where are they?"

"O'Donoughue's inside the Magic Lotus, interviewing the management." Paz pointed to another black-and-white at the south end of the alley, its blue and red light bar winking through the dense fog. "And Neidisch is down there, with Lieutenant Graydon and Detective Bianchi, in case anyone tries to come in that way."

"Let me take a look at that log." I counted eight people who'd been at the crime scene before me.

"Lieutenant Bianchi had Neidisch place the first call for the coroner, too," Paz informed me.

Although they didn't have to, I was grateful Wilshire had taken the initiative to put the coroner's investigators on notice that we'd need them later. And the sooner, the better. I didn't want the body lying out here subject to discovery by some Nosey Rosie with keen hearing and the number for the local TV station posted on her fridge.

"Did Detective Bianchi call SID, too?"

The way I pronounced it, old Rosie would think I was talking about a person, but the initials stood for LAPD's Scientific Investigation Department, full of tech wizards and weenies who supported our investigation of crime scenes by dusting for fingerprints, taking physical samples, and getting pictures of crime scenes, among other myriad functions that supported a murder investigation.

"I don't think so. I think he was waiting on you." Paz started for his car. "I'll just call and let him know you're here."

"Take your time."

He kept walking. "But Bianchi and Neidisch need to show you--"

"If you don't mind, Officer," I called out after him, "I'd like to see the crime scene for myself before I have them walk me through."

His car door open, Paz stiffened a bit at my violation of protocol, but I didn't feel the need to tell him my reasoning. "You're the lead detective," he grumbled, "so I guess that's your prerogative."

"I guess it is."

"It's just that . . . it's pretty messy, ma'am," Fontaine stammered.

"Murder usually is, Officer Fontaine."

Paz breathed out his exasperation and slammed the door. "Want me to lead the way?"

"No thanks, just show me the safe route you established."

We walked in a few feet, where he indicated the right side of the alley with his MagLite. The footpath was marked with orange traffic cones. "I knew not to disturb the scene any more than was necessary, so I had everyone come in and go out the same way."

"You ever consider detective work, Officer Paz?" I smiled, trying to throw him a bone.

I was about to duck under the yellow crime scene tape when Paz cleared his throat. "Uh, ma'am . . . I'd like us to be clear about my little joke with the boot back there."

"What joke?" I came up on the other side of the tape, focused my attention on my MagLite and away from my intensifying headache. "Probably her first murder scene. I'm sure you were just trying to lighten the mood."

"That's right."

"Trying to toughen up a young officer."

His head bobbed emphatically. "You got it."

I snapped on the MagLite. "And I'm equally sure you don't want that young officer to get the wrong idea and think you were trying to hit on her, now would you, Officer Paz?" I said it sweetly as I trained the flashlight on his reddened face. "Because if she did and filed a complaint to your commanding officer," I went on in the same tone, "I'd have to back her up, and I don't think you'd like that, would you?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, saw something there that made him look away.

"But that's not going to be necessary, because those kind of jokes will never happen again, will they, Officer Paz?"

"No, ma'am," he muttered, eyes still averted.

"Then I think we're clear." I smiled, turned my back on him, trained my light on the path ahead.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Paula L. Woods is the author of Inner City Blues and Stormy Weather. She is also the editor of the acclaimed anthology Spooks, Spies, and Private Eyes: Black Mystery, Crime, and Suspense Fiction of the 20th Century, and three other books. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and her boxer. She invites readers to visit her Web site at www.woodsontheweb.com

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Dirty Laundry 2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm not a mystery buff but from the back summary, this book sounded good. I got to about page 40 and was tired of hearing the main character whine about her loved ones and co-workers. The only person who was interesting was the murdered person's brother. I wish the story would've been from his perspective. I don't even care how the story ends, I'm taking the book back!
Guest More than 1 year ago
So far this book is good 'Dirty Layndry' by; paula L.Woods. I can get into this book certain book i can't get into this .