Dismissed with Prejudice (J. P. Beaumont Series #7)

Dismissed with Prejudice (J. P. Beaumont Series #7)

3.6 28
by J. A. Jance
     
 

View All Available Formats & Editions

Japanese businessman Tadeo Kurobashi had many passions, including computers, poetry, money, and Samurai lore. So his suicide method of choice would naturally be the ancient art of seppuku — what the uninitiated call "hara-kiri." But despite the bloody Samurai sword Kurobashi clutches tightly in his lifeless hand, Seattle detective J.P.…  See more details below

Overview

Japanese businessman Tadeo Kurobashi had many passions, including computers, poetry, money, and Samurai lore. So his suicide method of choice would naturally be the ancient art of seppuku — what the uninitiated call "hara-kiri." But despite the bloody Samurai sword Kurobashi clutches tightly in his lifeless hand, Seattle detective J.P. Beaumont senses the dead software magnate played a less active role in his own demise. Because glaring errors have been made in the-honored Asian death ritual — which has Beau looking for someone with a less traditional passion . . . for cold-blooded homicide.

Author Biography: J.A. Jance is the American Mystery Award-winning author of the popular J.P. Beaumont mystery series as well as eight mysteries featuring Joanna Brady. Born in South Dakota and brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, Jance lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington.

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
When a computer magnate supposedly commits suicide using Samurai methods, Seattle detective Beaumont becomes suspicious. The alleged suicide studied Samurai lore and would never have made so many mistakes in the ritual. Riveting procedural work from a talented hand. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780380755479
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
06/28/1989
Series:
J. P. Beaumont Series, #7
Pages:
384
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

Read an Excerpt

Dismissed with Prejudice

Chapter One

The jangling telephone reverberated through my head, ramming its way through champagne-stupefied senses, jarring awake both me and a pounding headache. Without opening my eyes, I grappled blindly for the phone, knowing the only way to stiflethe awful racket was to answer the damn thing.

Except I couldn't pick it up. When I tried to close my fingers around the handset, they wouldn't. The receiver slipped out of my hand and clattered noisily across the bedside table.

Even hung over, I'm usually not quite that clumsy.

Puzzled, I opened my eyes and looked at my hand. The three middle fingers, bandaged securely to metal splints, stood stiffly at attention. No wonder my hand wouldn't close. With each heartbeat, a dull throbbing pain echoed from my fingertips up through my hand and wrist. I stared stupidly at the injured fingers as if maybe they belonged to somebody else. What was wrong with them? Were they broken or what? How had it happened?

"Hello? Hello?" A tiny angry voice buzzed up to me from the fallen receiver on the tabletop. "Beau? Are you there? Answer the phone, goddamnit!"

Reaching down, I again attempted to scoop up the phone, this time using my thumb and the palm of my hand rather than the useless fingers. That didn't work very well either. Once more the phone skittered away from me. This time it bounced off the table onto the carpet.

"Just a minute," I snarled at the phone and whoever was on it. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Hold your horses."

I had to pause there for a moment to steady myself while the room spun and the jackhammer in my head threatened toloosen teeth.

"Beau, what the hell's taking so long?" I recognized Big Al Lindstrom's muted voice.

Detective Allen Lindstrom is my partner on the Seattle Police Department Homicide Squad. Even from a distance and at much reduced volume I could tell he was pissed.

I snatched up the phone with my left hand. "So I'm up already. What's the big rush? My alarm didn't work, and Peters didn't call."

Peters, my former partner, had spoiled me. For months he had routinely given me an early morning wake-up call from his semipermanent residence on the rehabilitation floor at Harborview Hospital. Gradually, I had gotten out of the habit of setting an alarm, counting on him to wake me up in plenty of time to get to work. He was out of the hospital now, and back at work a few hours a week in the Media Relations Department, but the pattern of early morning phone calls had continued.

"You jerk," Big Al snapped. "You expect him to call you while he's off on his honeymoon? Get real., Beau, and get dressed. I'll be there to pick you up in ten minutes. There's a case breaking right now. Sergeant Watkins wants us to handle it. By the way, how are your fingers?"

I held up my right hand and examined the bandaged fingers, turning them this way and that. "Fine," I mumbled.

"They don't hurt? The doc said they probably would, once you sobered up."

"No. They're okay," I lied, attempting to ignore the low-grade throbbing that got stronger as soon as the idea came up. I found it disturbing that Big Al seemed to know more about my injured fingers than I did. I couldn't remember anything at all about hurting them or about seeing a doctor, either. I guess I'd really tied one on.

"Be there in a few minutes," Big Al said shortly when I said nothing more. He hung up. I sat on the bed for a few seconds longer, trying to piece together what might have happened. Finally, giving up, I stumbled into the bathroom and studied my face and body in the mirror. Other than the fingers, there was no visible ,sign of injury, so whatever had happened couldn't have been too serious—something less damaging than a multistory fall or a car wreck. And if it was a fight, the other guy never laid a glove on me, at least not on my face.

I closed my eyes in concentration and tried to remember. The previous day had seen the arrival of the long-awaited wedding between Ron Peters and Amy Fitzgerald. The ceremony itself, in a small church on top of Queen Anne Hill, had been simple and quiet. The reception in the Chart Room of Belltown Terrace had started sedately enough, but it hadn't stayed sedate long. When cops feel free to let down their hair, they've got a lot of letting to do.

And Jonas Piedmont Beaumont was right in there swinging with the best of them. As someone whose usual drinking menu seldom varies far from Canadian in general, MacNaughton's in particular, I should never, never have allowed myself to be suckered into swilling champagne one glass after another. At my age, I ought to know better.

I remembered the part at the church clearly enough, but there was only a dim recollection of the cake cutting at the reception, with its hazy, happy laughter and flashing cameras. After that, the remainder of the evening was a total blank. That worried me.

Gulpingdown some aspirin, I staggered into the shower and turned it on full blast. The hot, rushing water helped clear my head some. Once out of the shower, I discovered it was a real struggle to get dressed. My underwear, zippers, and buttons are all built to be right-handed, and the splints got in the way of everything from brushing my teeth and putting on my socks and shoes to tying my tie.

Dismissed with Prejudice. Copyright © by J. Jance. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Read More

Meet the Author

J. A. Jance is the New York Times bestselling author of the J. P. Beaumont series, the Joanna Brady series, the Ali Reynolds series, and four interrelated thrillers about the Walker family, as well as a volume of poetry. Born in South Dakota and brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, Jance lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington, and Tucson, Arizona.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Bellevue, Washington
Date of Birth:
October 27, 1944
Place of Birth:
Watertown, South Dakota
Education:
B. A., University of Arizona, 1966; M. Ed. in Library Science, University of Arizona, 1970
Website:
http://www.jajance.com/

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network

     

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >

Dismissed with Prejudice (J. P. Beaumont Series #7) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Jennifer Marcellino More than 1 year ago
Starts off a little slower but ends up a gratifying novel as usual. Det. J. P. Beaumont is very likeable!
APayne More than 1 year ago
another quick and fun read - lots of twists
kmortland More than 1 year ago
Jance has done it again. A series of believable and touching characters with all too human foibles in a real life situation. Learn a bit about Japanese American Internment during WWII, as you follow J.P. Beaumont through the twists and turns of an unraveling mystery. Coming back after a long absence, reading about Beaumont's adventures is like meeting an "old friend" again. Jance would seem to have a firm grasp of the process of police investigations and the "dog eat dog" world of competitive business. Combining that with a comfortable and humorous writing style, makes for a novel that is hard to put done.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
loy55 More than 1 year ago
I have yet to be disappointed by any of J.A. Jance's J.P Beaumont series books. I am reading one every week now. What I would add about this particular book is that you can even be exposed to learning things about other cultures in Ms. Jance's books. "Beau" lives in my imagination because Ms. Jance has brought him to life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As expected, this was another great read in the Beaumont series. All the familiar characters and new, a great story with an enticing as well as mixed theme that surprisingly worked really well. Worth the read and money, as usual.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago