Garden of Evil [NOOK Book]

Overview

While attempting an arrest, a sheriff is slain by an enigmatic young woman who promptly vanishes into the northern Florida landscape. As the story comes over the wire, reporter Britt Montero is intrigued. Few copkillers escape so easily.

The murders continue. Men are lured into sex by the same woman, their lifeless bodies dumped half-naked in ditches, woodlands and along the road, their cars, cash, and valuables gone. The murderer, who leaves lipstick traces on the bullets she ...

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Overview

While attempting an arrest, a sheriff is slain by an enigmatic young woman who promptly vanishes into the northern Florida landscape. As the story comes over the wire, reporter Britt Montero is intrigued. Few copkillers escape so easily.

The murders continue. Men are lured into sex by the same woman, their lifeless bodies dumped half-naked in ditches, woodlands and along the road, their cars, cash, and valuables gone. The murderer, who leaves lipstick traces on the bullets she uses-slugs that blossom into flower-shaped blades designed to maim-is swiftly dubbed the Kiss Me Killer.

Tracking the killer's path, Britt senses it will lead to Miami, sweltering through the hottest summer on record. When a top politician tastes the killer's kiss of death, leading to a media frenzy, the story belongs to Britt and quick reader reaction comes-from the killer. They open a chilling dialogue, and the body count mounts as the bad and beautiful serial murderer decimates the hard partying South Beach scene. The mutual fascination between killer and reporter builds into an explosive face-to-face meeting that turns deadly as Britt begins a terrifying odyssey through the Sunshine State's dark heart, in the company of the murderer. On the road, on the run, a young father is brutally slain, his small child is kidnapped, and the truth behind this bloody spree is exposed in a shocking revelation. The question is: will Britt survive to write it?While attempting an arrest, a sheriff is slain by an enigmatic young woman who promptly vanishes into the northern Florida landscape. As the story comes over the wire, reporter Britt Montero is intrigued. Few copkillers escape so easily.

The murders continue. Men are lured into sex by the same woman, their lifeless bodies dumped half-naked in ditches, woodlands and along the road, their cars, cash, and valuables gone. The murderer, who leaves lipstick traces on the bullets she uses-slugs that blossom into flower-shaped blades designed to maim-is swiftly dubbed the Kiss Me Killer.

Tracking the killer's path, Britt senses it will lead to Miami, sweltering through the hottest summer on record. When a top politician tastes the killer's kiss of death, leading to a media frenzy, the story belongs to Britt and quick reader reaction comes-from the killer. They open a chilling dialogue, and the body count mounts as the bad and beautiful serial murderer decimates the hard partying South Beach scene. The mutual fascination between killer and reporter builds into an explosive face-to-face meeting that turns deadly as Britt begins a terrifying odyssey through the Sunshine State's dark heart, in the company of the murderer. On the road, on the run, a young father is brutally slain, his small child is kidnapped, and the truth behind this bloody spree is exposed in a shocking revelation. The question is: will Britt survive to write it?

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Editorial Reviews

Toby Bromberg
From its opening pages to its climactic outcome, Garden of Evil bursts with suspense and adventure. The story is a spellbinding one, and Pulitzer Prize-winner Buchanan definitely knows how to hook her audience with suspenseful scenes. A true thriller, the novel is one you won’t be able to put down until the stunning finale.
Romantic Times
New York Times Book Review
Britt's charm is her frenetic energy, her wicked curiosity and her insatiable appetite for a good story...a story to die for.
Los Angeles Times Book Review
A supremely expert yarnspinner.
Missouri State Journal
Garden of Evil by Edna Buchanan takes the reader on an altogether different kind of trip, a roller-coastr literary adventure starring a determined, tough reporter named Britt Montero and a deadly serial killer.
Library Journal
After taking a break with Pulse, Miami crime reporter Britt Montero is back and she's hotter than ever! As usual, Britt is in the thick of things, sweltering during a Miami heatwave and chasing the usual suspects. But her most interesting assignment is about a mysterious woman who kills a sheriff in north Florida and then weaves a southerly track downstate toward Miami, leaving a trail of corpses in her wake. Each is found with his pants down--his genitals mutilated, shot with Black Talon bullets, and graced with traces of lipstick. She becomes the "Kiss-Me Killer." Britt's coverage of the murders attracts the attention of the killer, who contacts Britt and draws her into a dangerous cat-and-mouse game that could cost Britt her life. The usual cast of interesting side-kicks add to the fun. Britt's many fans will welcome this fresh installment in the series. Recommended for public libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 8/98.]--Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Steffens
Buchanan delivers a gripping portrait of a warped mind wrapped in beautiful packaging.

Entertainment Weekly

Reynolds
In her sixth outing with quick-thinking police reporter Britt Montero, autjor Edna Buchanan (The Corpse Had a Familiar Face) again shows the street smarts that earned her a Pulitzer Prize for police reporting in 1986 at The Miami Herald...Buchanan keeps the action crackling in this edgy, psychological tale.

People Magazine

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061957604
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/26/2010
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 171,738
  • File size: 522 KB

Meet the Author

Edna Buchanan knows firsthand that underneath Miami's glistening facade lies a city torn by violence and muddied by corruption, where every moment a crime is waiting to happen. As a Pulitzer Prize-winning crime reporter, Buchanan has exposed the seamier sides of this sun-drenched paradise, then used her more than twenty years of experience to create a dynamic and deadly Miami that vividly comes alive in each of her novels. Especially when the city is seen through the fiercely intense eyes of a tough newspaperwoman named Britt Montero. The author of eleven books, Buchanan has spent time behind bars -- with two serial killers. She lives in Miami, Florida.
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Chapter One

The garbled police radio transmissions had been confusing: reports of gunfire, a fleeing car, a traffic accident, and a corpse. Were they related? It was impossible to determine from my dashboard scanner. Cops speak guardedly on the air these days, assisted by sophisticated encoding techniques that scramble their signals and permit outsiders to pick up only intermittent one-sided fragments of transmissions.

Steamy waves of heat rose off pavement that would still be hot to the touch at midnight. It was nearly dusk, the hottest day so far of Miami's hottest June on record. The temperature had shattered weather bureau records every day, all month. The heat index, taking the humidity into account, had settled at a wilting 115 degrees. The backs of my thighs had become one with the vinyl seat and my dress clung damply in unseemly places. Deadline rumbled toward me like an avalanche, and I still had work to do on two other stories.

I parked outside a little family grocery on the corner, left my press card on the dash, and separated myself from the car seat. What had happened here? I scanned the chaos of the street. Spinning emergency flashers and yellow crime-scene tape stretched for blocks into the sunset's red and purple glow, creating a hypnotic, nearly psychedelic effect. To my relief I saw Homicide Detective David Ojeda. Mercurial and savvy, he is a quick study, so sure of himself that he is not afraid to talk to a reporter. He wouldn't stonewall. And he owed me. At least I liked to think so; he probably wouldn't agree. Homicide cops always feel righteous, no matter what. He acted as though the history we shared had never happened, but Iwouldn't forget. You don't forget a man who whips out his handcuffs and books you into the county jail.

Ojeda did not look happy to see me. He looked limp, from his loud tie to his usually fierce and bristly mustache. Damp half-moons ringed his armpits. His high forehead Glistened. His knowing smile had given way to a scowl. Not happy at all.

A late-model Buick Riviera had slammed into a huge eight-by-ten-foot concrete planter, in what looked like the last stop on a path of destruction.

A woman sat mumbling on the curb behind the wrecked Riviera, head in her hands, so drenched in blood and gore that I thought she must be seriously hurt. Her hair and even the little pink barrette she wore in it was spattered and stained. Uh-oh. Was that a little pink barrette? Up closer it appeared to be a chunk of brain matter. But whose? The medic checking her pulse did not seem unduly concerned.

Other medics surrounded a young man lying in the street. His hair looked as though he had jammed a wet thumb into a light socket. Was it normally that wild or rearranged by whatever mishap left him sprawled on the pavement? What on earth had the not-so-good citizens of Miami been doing to each other out here?

The world is crazy, full of crazy people. Miami has more than its share. My job is to tell the public all about it. My name is Montero, Britt Montero, and I cover the police beat in this superheated sea-level city at the bottom of the map.

The medical examiner and two cops stepped away from the Buick just then and I glimpsed the driver, still behind the wheel. My God! I swallowed hard. Ojeda mopped his face with a handkerchief as I sidled up and murmured softly in his ear.

"Where is his head?"

"Nowhere," he replied, "and everywhere."

"Was this an accident or a shooting?" I demanded. "What happened?"

"Talk to PIO," he said.

"Nobody from public information is here."

"Jesus, will you look at that," he muttered. We stared morosely at adults in the crowd who had hoisted toddlers up high onto their shoulders so the wee ones could better view the carnage.

"Okay." The detective stashed his sodden handkerchief. "Don't tell them I talked to you," he warned. "Here's the four-one-one.

"Our victim, the driver here; his gal-pal Wanda, that's her over there"—he indicated the woman on the curb, whose mumbling was rapidly coalescing into an incoherent rant—"and his brother come bopping into Overtown to buy crack. The brother is riding shotgun, literally. He's in the backseat with a sawed-off across his knees."

"That him over there? The injured guy in the street?"

"Nope. Don't get ahead a me here." Ojeda looked annoyed. "Don't jump the gun. You always do that.'.'

I wanted to argue that he was no one to talk, but didn't.

"He's the street-corner dealer our happy little group in the car is making a buy from when a dispute arises. Our man in the street there is leaning in the car window, negotiating, when our driver apparently tries to take off with both the drugs and the money. Don't know if they planned a rip or if it was some spur-a-the-moment brainstorm. The seller refuses to let go the goods; he's half in and half outa the window, getting dragged. The brother in the backseat starts brandishing the shotgun, the seller grabs it and hangs on for dear life, getting dragged farther into the car as they wrestle over the gun. Then ba-boom! It goes off, taking off the driver's head, which explodes onto his girlfriend's lap. The dead guy's foot punches the accelerator and the car peels out, leaving a hundred-and-fifty-foot traila blood back on Second Avenue."

He stopped to glare at the flies already buzzing the car.

"He slumps, his chest on the horn, foot on the accelerator. They wind up here about a mile later. From what I hear, his passengers were screaming louder than the horn. The dealer's legs are still hanging out the back window, kicking and thrashing. One of our unmarked cars had to swerve up on the sidewalk to get outa their way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2001

    Had potential, but could have been better

    Being a news reporter myself, and an avid mystery reader, I thought Buchanan's Britt Montero would be a character I could identify with and enjoy reading about. However, I found that Montero could be whiny in a way that would not fly in my newsroom. But, on the other hand, I did identify with some of her characteristics -- for instance, getting a story cut to shreds by an editor. Garden of Evil was the first Buchanan book I read, and I was not impressed. It's not a bad book, but it's not a great one either. As for the reviewer who said the novel had a 'climactic outcome' and a 'stunning finale,' I couldn't disagree more. Yes, the novel had suspense, and yes, the dialogue crackled. But I knew from the jacket cover exactly what would happen. Maybe I've read too many mystery novels. But, I'll give Montero and Buchanan another chance and hopefully find those great books the reviewers seem to think Buchanan writes!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2000

    Attention Keeper

    From the beginning to the end, Buchanan kept my attention in this book. She's definitely knows what she is writing about.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2000

    Not Her Best Effort

    I have enjoyed Ms Buchanan's Britt Montero in all of her previous books. This book lacks the excitement and the non-stop action that I have grown accustomed to. This book was interesting and somewhat sombre. When I read this latest, I was disappointed. I am used to reading Ms. Buchanan and being just as tired as her character with each new adventure. Not her best effort.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2000

    A Tropical Terror

    The real terror here is the beautiful young serial killer - sheer poison in a pretty package. How journalist Britt Montero ends up on a deadly joyride with the lethal lady stretches credibility a bit, but who cares? The action is nonstop; the dialogue crackles. If you're lucky enough to get to a warm beach this winter, this book would be a great read to take with you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Silverclaw

    Padded in i thought

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Lightkit

    Sits

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Dovepaw

    Im confused. Who is evil and who is on our side?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Lethal

    Follows

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Thunder

    We Handed It To SunClan. Let's Return To Camp. *He Trots Out Limping Slightly.*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    He<_>ll

    Follows

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Band of Misfits

    Scat looked at the scene. He slamed down his hind legs on Thunder and Darkness, gathered his team, and ran to SunClan fast he could.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Icekit

    *Leaps at lightkit*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Darkness to bloodclan

    I said check at te meeting. Now.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Hollyleaf

    Left

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    Frozen

    She followed Thunder swiftly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    SNEER

    follows thunder

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2012

    not as good of many of her books

    Alot of mistakes in spelling

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