Heart of the World (Carlotta Carlyle Series #11) [NOOK Book]

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When private investigator Carlotta Carlyle is wakened by a late-night phone call, she discovers that her “little sister,” Paolina, the child with whom she was paired years ago by a local mentoring program, is missing. Carlotta combs the Boston streets looking for Paolina, torn between anger at the thoughtless teenage runaway and anxiety that something has really happened to her.
 
Paolina is more than a sister to Carlotta. She’s the ...

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Heart of the World (Carlotta Carlyle Series #11)

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Overview

When private investigator Carlotta Carlyle is wakened by a late-night phone call, she discovers that her “little sister,” Paolina, the child with whom she was paired years ago by a local mentoring program, is missing. Carlotta combs the Boston streets looking for Paolina, torn between anger at the thoughtless teenage runaway and anxiety that something has really happened to her.
 
Paolina is more than a sister to Carlotta. She’s the daughter she never had, or never owned up to having. She’s the one constant in Carlotta’s life, more reliable than Sam Gianelli, her mob boss lover, a man whose always unpredictable behavior has become increasingly mysterious.
 
Heart of the World, Linda Barnes’s most intense, personal, and suspenseful Carlotta Carlyle novel yet, follows Carlotta’s trail from New England to Miami to Bogotá and beyond as she probes the connection between Paolina’s disappearance and the corresponding disappearance of the Colombian drug lord father Paolina has never met.
 
A breathless and shocking read, Heart of the World is perhaps Barnes’s best.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Barnes's fast-paced 11th mystery (after 2004's Deep Pockets) finds Boston PI Carlotta Carlyle involved in a deeply personal case: Paolina, a spunky teen whom Carlotta loves like a daughter, has disappeared. Paolina's mother, too busy with her new boyfriend and her latest hairdo to realize that Paolina might be in danger, is no help. Carlotta begins to suspect that Paolina didn't run away, but was kidnapped by her biological father, a Colombian drug lord known as Rold n. Finding Rold n, whom much of the world mistakenly believes is dead, is a challenge for even an expert sleuth like Carlotta; no one who knows the elusive kingpin's whereabouts is talking. Carlotta travels first to Miami, where she tracks down Rold n's erstwhile lawyer, and then to Bogota. Barnes captures Carlotta's quest for Rold n and Paolina in taut, exciting prose. In a strong subplot, Sam, Carlotta's lover, proposes to her, but his mob ties make Carlotta hesitate. These connections culminate in an emotionally cliff-hanging ending that will leave readers waiting impatiently for the 12th installment of Carlotta's exploits. Author tour. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
A missing-child case hits too close to home for Carlotta Carlyle in her 11th outing. Barnes lives in Boston. National author tour. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Private eye Carlotta Carlyle (Deep Pockets, 2004, etc.) leaves Boston for the Colombian mountains to search for her missing "little sister."Whenever Paolina Fuentes has felt threatened or neglected, she's retreated into the certainty that she has a family beyond Marta Silva and Jimmy Fuentes. Past conversations and gifts encourage her to dream that her real father is Carlos Roldan Gonzales, the fearsome druglord fabled throughout Colombia as El Martillo, the Hammer. When Carlotta suddenly learns that Paolina's been AWOL for three days, she assumes that she's with Diego Martinez, her equally missing boyfriend. But Paolina's hopped a flight to Bogota under the impression that the nice couple who got in touch with her will be taking her to her father. Not surprisingly, they have other plans. As Carlotta follows in her little sister's footsteps, courtesy of some fancy cutting back and forth between the two parallel odysseys, she gradually realizes how much more than Paolina's life is at stake. According to official reports, Roldan is dead, along with his leading associates, who were either shot by Colombian forces or taken into custody by the DEA. Even if he's still alive, his business interests are rumored to extend far beyond the relatively innocent business of raising coca leaves. How will a girl he hasn't seen since she was a baby fit into his current plans?Though the hunt for Roldan precludes much mystery, Barnes handles the obligatory search-for-roots tale with warmth and conviction.
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Praise for Linda Barnes and Carlotta Carlyle:

"With every novel, Linda Barnes reminds us of two key facts--she was one of the first and she remains one of the best. Heart of the World has everything that Carlotta Carlyle fans have come to expect from this seminal series. Barnes has never been better, and that's saying a lot."
--Laura Lippman, author of To the Power of Three

"Linda Barnes has long been one of the most skilled and artful writers of the crime novel. With Heart of the World she proves it and takes it up to a new level. This is her best."
--Michael Connelly, author of The Lincoln Lawyer

"Heart of the World illuminates the power of our deepest regrets and the fleeting chances we sometimes get to fill the emptiness in our souls. Writing with sensitivity and grace, Linda Barnes once more demonstrates why ex-cop Carlotta Carlyle has become a treasured mainstay in the field of crime fiction."
--Robert Crais, author of The Forgotten Man

"An astonishing installment in what was already one of the best private-eye series ever."
--Harlan Coben, author of The Innocent on Heart of the World

"Nobody knows Boston like Linda Barnes's red-haired private investigator Carlotta Carlyle... Barnes's knack for crisp, snappy dialogue and devising a mystery that has both timeless and contemporary appeal is a winner."
--The Boston Herald

"The savviest, most spirited of three-dimensional heroines."
--Kirkus Reviews

"It's always a pleasure to spend time with this zesty detective... Carlotta has class and spirit to spare..."
--The Baltimore Sun

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429901444
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Series: Carlotta Carlyle Series , #11
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 175,914
  • File size: 408 KB

Meet the Author

Linda Barnes

Linda Barnes is the author of ten previous Carlotta Carlyle mysteries, a winner of the Anthony and American Mystery awards, and a finalist for the Edgar and Shamus awards. Born and raised in Detroit, she lives in the Boston area with her husband and son.

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Chapter One
SIERRA NEVADA de SANTA MARTA

The small man wore white from the tip of his pointed hat to the rolled-up cuffs of his baggy trousers. His shapeless tunic hung to his narrow hips. His feet were bare, and his mochila, the hand-woven bag slung over his shoulder, was broadly striped in brown and white, with a touch of bright yellow, like an unexpected flower. He was less than five feet tall, and young, but his brown skin was lined, so he didn't look like a young man. His pace was slow, which added to the impression of age, but that was because his outer vision was poor. His inner vision was keen and he progressed with a steady gait, his feet firm on the rocky ground. He knew how to walk; he knew the right way to walk, the old way, the way the Mother had taught the first people. He knew how to dress, in white like the snow, with a hat like the peak of the snowy mountain. As he walked, he chanted in the old tongue, in the simple language of the Elder Brother, now known by only a few.

It did not make him sad that so few Elder Brothers remained in the great world. Everything was how it should be. He had brought the sacred offerings, the white potatoes, the white grubs, the special things that nourished the spirits of the Mothers of the Lost City. He had brought food for the Mother of the Jaguars and the Mother of the Water Spirit and the Mother of the Green Plants, and he spoke the proper words of offering as he walked the proper way.

"There are all things in Aluna; in Aluna there are all things."

The repetitive chanting brought him to his center and gave him peace, but the words of Mama Parello still rang in his ears. He had little outer vision, but the other mamas saw like great hunting hawks, and they said the snow on the highest mountain peak was not as it should be, the small tundra trees dead or dying, the grasses of the páramo turning yellow and dry. That was very bad. If the snow was not deep, as it should be, then the icy water in the streams would not be as it should be. If the water was not good, the maize, the plantains, and the potatoes would not be good. If the plants were not good, the Kogi could not thrive. All these things were connected as all things were connected on the great earth. "In Aluna there are all things."

He used his poporo then, as a man does, taking the coca leaves from his mochila and placing them in his mouth the right way, the way the Mother taught since time began, using his stick to add the ground lime from the gourd. As he chewed, mixing the lime with saliva and leaf, he thought about the Mother and why she had allowed the Younger Brother to come back from his exile across the Great Sea.

Once, he knew, the Elder Brother and the Younger Brother lived in harmony here in the heart of the world. Much was known then, of spirit and sky; all the ceremonies were new and fresh. The people traded their crops up and down the mountain, fish and salt from the sea, monkey and alligator meat from the jungle, sugar cane from the wooded savannah. The mamas taught the right ways and the people prospered. The spirit was strong then, and the mamas danced--how they danced!--with the holy gold.

But the Younger Brother took the wrong turning. He fell in love with his machines and forgot the old ways. He hurt the Mother's body with his machines, and for his carelessness, and for the protection of the Older Brother, he was banished to the far side of the world.

Peaceful were the years of his banishment, but he had returned. He had come back to the pain of the Elder Brother, to the diminishment of the true people. He had brought grief then. And now, now, what had he done? Had the Younger Brother, in his folly, made trouble even with the snow on the holy mountaintop?

The coca leaves were fresh and the lime strong. As he chewed, the tiredness passed from his body like a wave passes through the sea, and he walked the earth refreshed and smelled the good smells of the spicy grasses and the crisp thin air. He chanted to keep his thoughts on the right things to do when approaching the Great City of the Mother. "There are all things in Aluna; yes, in Aluna there are all things."

Aluna was the place of creation, where all things began, where time was stilled and everything that was or that would be existed in the garden of the Mother's great and eternal mind. He tried not to worry about the melting snow, but it was a thing to bring trouble. Still, if he nourished and cared for the good Mothers of the City as he always did, as the Elder Brothers had always done, then it would go well. There was much lost, yes, much lost, but much remembered of the Old Ways. The Elder Brothers knew how to keep the good in the world, how to keep the snow deep, how to make the rain fall, how to make the plants grow. The Elder Brothers would not falter. "There are all things in Aluna."

When he crested the high ridge, he heard the low hum, the pesky sound of the great moth, a troubling angry buzz. There are all things in Aluna, so even the ugly iron moth of the foolish Younger Brother was there, an idea before it had a form, an idea in the mind of the Great Mother. This moth was hard to see, fuzzy and far away, but it grew closer and bigger and louder, a great black moth hovering near the City of the Mother, an ugly iron moth that came singing out of the sky, out of the pure white blanket of the clouds. The moth was black like night and gray like ash. The Younger Brother made the moth, but he did not build it from sticks or weave it on a loom. He did not create it with the proper spirit in the proper way, with humility and prayer and guidance.

The small man's feet hurried on the stones and he had to remind himself to do the thing right, to approach the city in the correct frame of mind, in the right way, so that his holy offerings would be good. Things had to be done right, or they were no good. There was a way to do things. This was what the Younger Brother had never learned. As the buzzing faded away, the small man slowed his pace and spoke the words carefully, remembering to say them the way Mama Parello said them, remembering the right melody and the right rhythm, remembering the way that was the one right way.

Another steep path led to a flight of stone steps. The steps, edged in emerald moss, were not slippery to bare feet. The small man thought they looked like the petals of a great flower. He knew how to walk them. He took deep breaths as he climbed, and he thought how short the long journey had been, how many good things he had smelled along the way, how many strong steps he had taken.

What was that noise, that rhythmic pat-pat-pat? It wasn't the echo of his own climbing steps; no, his feet traveled as silently on stone as they did on sand and earth. The sound was one he knew, a melody of planting time, the steady thud of the iron spade digging the earth, but there were no people in the City and no crops to till. He tried to keep the right thoughts in his head, the right words on his tongue. He quickened his pace, and when he'd climbed every step, when he stood on the flat holy ground, his eyes did not have to see well to see that this was wrong.

The ancient words dried on his tongue. What were the words for this new and terrible thing? Unbidden, they came to him, the words the mamas of the Sierra Nevada sang long ago when the Younger Brother first returned from across the sea, words he had known in darkness and in light. He chanted them with all his breath, with grave concentration, as though they could make this wrong thing right:

When Columbus came, they took the things that were ours.
They took our golden things, all our sacred gold.
They set dogs on us and we had to flee.
We ran in fear from the sea to the jungle,
from the jungle to the mountain.
We ran in fear, and as we ran we left everything behind us.
They took our soul. They took everything.
Before then, everyone knew how to dance,
All the Indians, all of them, all of them,
Every Indian knew how to dance.

He knew the next words, the next lines, but the words would not come. On the rise of a ridge, strangers worked the holy ground. Men in uniform raised iron tools and cut into the thin soil. They were laughing, drinking, even using the black picture boxes of the Younger Brother to create unholy images of the desecration. This was evil beyond carelessness, evil beyond thought. They were digging the very bones of the Mother. They were tearing out her lungs. They were tearing out her liver and her heart. Here in the Holy City, they were digging up the last good Mothers, stealing them from the great earth.

The snow would fail; yes, it would fail. The life-bringing rain would fail. The cooling river would fail. The root crops and the cotton and the maize would fail. The Elder Brother could not protect them from their folly now. If the Younger Brother stole all the Mothers from the earth, everything would die. Everyone would die. The earth would die.

The small man stood still as the iguana stands, stunned by the heat of the sun. He watched as though his eyes were the eyes of a swooping condor instead of the weak eyes of a half-blind man. He felt the violation of the Mother in his stomach, in his liver, and in his heart.

Never before had they come to the sacred mountain. He did not know what to say. He did not know the right thing to do.

Copyright © 2006 by Linda Appelblatt Barnes
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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2006

    An avid Linda Barnes reader . . . .

    Thank you, thank you, thank you for a wonderfully engaging story from beginning to end - I can always count on Linda Barnes for a wonderfully intriguing storyline and I await each new installment in the 'Carlotta Carlyle' novels with baited breath.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    The eleventh entry in the Carlotta Carlyle investigative series is a fantastic novel

    Boston Private Investigator Carlotta Carlyle is worried about her teenage friend Paolina Fuentes, who apparently vanished without a word of warning. Carlotta loves Paolina as if the youngster was her offspring so she visits the mother, who barely notices her child is gone. Instead the selfish distracted woman has a new boyfriend that requires special care from her.----------- Carlotta begins to wonder if perhaps Paolina¿s biological father Colombian drug lord Roldon might have abducted his daughter, leaving her potentially in danger from some of his meanest rivals and even associates. However finding the criminal is almost impossible as everyone believes he is dead. Still Carlotta travels initially to Miami, which leads to her flying to Bogotá where she hopes to pick up the trail of an alleged dead man who apparently came back from the grave to snatch Paolina. ------------------- The eleventh entry in the Carlotta Carlyle investigative series is a fantastic novel as the near panicking sleuth searches for a teen she loves like a daughter who she believes is in trouble. The story line captures Carlotta¿s fears and other deep feelings as the case takes her to South America. Also moving forward is her relationship with Sam, but to see where that goes means (hopefully) reading the next novel. Fans of the series will appreciate Linda Barne¿s strong entry.--------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted April 27, 2013

    I love the Carlotta Carlyle series. Heart of the World is the b

    I love the Carlotta Carlyle series. Heart of the World is the best of the best!

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