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As the Los Angeles Times said, Robert Crais is “a crime writer operating at the top of his game.” His complex heroes and heroines, his mastery of noir atmosphere, and his brilliant, taut plots have catapulted him into the front rank of a new breed of thriller writers. Hostage proves his earlier success was no fluke. It’s an ...
As the Los Angeles Times said, Robert Crais is “a crime writer operating at the top of his game.” His complex heroes and heroines, his mastery of noir atmosphere, and his brilliant, taut plots have catapulted him into the front rank of a new breed of thriller writers. Hostage proves his earlier success was no fluke. It’s an unstoppable read.
An ex-con with delusions of grandeur and his tagalong brother unwittingly team up with a psychopath one wrong word away from meltdown. When their late afternoon joyride turns into a random act of violence, they take a family hostage in the affluent bedroom community of Bristo Camino. Enter Chief of Police Jeff Talley, a stressed-out former LAPD SWAT negotiator who is hiding from his past. Plunged back into the high-pressure world that he desperately wants to forget, Talley soon learns that his nightmare has only begun.
The hostages are not who they seem, and the home contains secrets that even L.A.’s most lethal and volatile crime lord, Sonny Benza, fears. As Talley tries to hold himself together and save the people inside, the full weight of Benza’s wrath descends on him, putting the police chief and his own family at risk. Soon, all involved are held hostage by the exigencies of fate and the only one capable of diffusing the standoff is the least stable of them all.
Hostage is a blistering stand-alone thriller with superb characters in crisis, multistranded plotting, and pitch-perfect Southern California sensibility.
From the Hardcover edition.
Hostage is a blistering stand-alone thriller with superb characters in crisis, multistranded plotting, and pitch-perfect Southern California sensibility.
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The man in the house was going to kill himself. When the man threw his phone into the yard, Talley knew that he had accepted his own death. After six years as a crisis negotiator with the Los Angeles Police Department's SWAT team, Sergeant Jeff Talley knew that people in crisis often spoke in symbols. This symbol was clear: Talk was over. Talley feared that the man would die by his own hand, or do something to force the police to kill him. It was called suicide by cop. Talley believed it to be his fault.
"Did they find his wife yet?"
"Not yet. They're still looking."
"Looking doesn't help, Murray. I gotta have something to give this guy after what happened."
"That's not your fault."
"It is my fault. I blew it, and now this guy is circling the drain."
Talley crouched behind an armored command vehicle with the SWAT commander, a lieutenant named Murray Leifitz, who was also his negotiating team supervisor. From this position, Talley had spoken to George Donald Malik through a dedicated crisis phone that had been cut into the house line. Now that Malik had thrown his phone into the yard, Talley could use the public address megaphone or do it face-to-face. He hated the megaphone, which made his voice harsh and depersonalized the contact. The illusion of a personal relationship was important; the illusion of trust was everything. Talley strapped on a kevlar vest.
Malik shouted through the broken window, his voice high and strained.
"I'm going to kill this dog! I'm going to kill it!"
Leifitz leaned past Talley to peek at the house. This was the first time Malik had mentioned a dog.
"What the fuck? Does he have a dog in there?"
"How do I know? I've got to try to undo some of the damage here, okay? Ask the neighbors about the dog. Get me a name."
"If he pops a cap, we're going in there, Jeff. That's all there is to it."
"Just take it easy and get a name for the dog."
Leifitz scuttled backward to speak with Malik's neighbors.
George Malik was an unemployed house painter with too much credit card debt, an unfaithful wife who flaunted her affairs, and prostate cancer. Fourteen hours earlier, at two-twelve that morning, he had fired one shot above the heads of the police officers who had come to his door in response to a disturbance complaint. He then barricaded the door and threatened to kill himself unless his wife agreed to speak to him. The officers who secured the area ascertained from neighbors that Malik's wife, Elena, had left with their only child, a nine-year-old boy named Brendan. As detectives from Rampart Division set about locating her, Malik threatened suicide with greater frequency until Talley was convinced that Malik was nearing the terminal point. When the Rampart detectives reported what they believed to be a solid location obtained from the wife's sister, Talley took a chance. He told Malik that his wife had been found. That was Talley's mistake. He had violated a cardinal rule of crisis negotiation: He had lied, and been caught. He had made a promise that he had been unable to deliver, and so had destroyed the illusion of trust that he had been building. That was two hours ago, and now word had arrived that the wife had still not been found.
"I'm gonna kill this fuckin' dog, goddamnit! This is her goddamned dog, and I'm gonna shoot this sonofabitch right in the head, she don't start talkin' to me!"
Talley stepped out from behind the vehicle. He had been on the scene for eleven hours. His skin was greased with sweat, his head throbbed, and his stomach was cramping from too much coffee and stress. He made his voice conversational, yet concerned.
"George, it's me, Jeff. Don't kill anything, okay? We don't want to hear a gun go off."
"You liar! You said my wife was gonna talk to me!"
It was a small stucco house the color of dust. Two casement windows braced the front door above a tiny porch. The door was closed, and drapes had been pulled across the windows. The window on the left was broken from the phone. Eight feet to the right of the porch, a five-member SWAT Tactical Team hunkered against the wall, waiting to breach the door. Malik could not be seen.
"George, listen, I said that we'd found her, and I want to explain that. I was wrong. We got our wires crossed out here, and they gave me bad information. But we're still looking, and when we find her, we'll have her talk to you."
"You lied before, you bastard, and now you're lying again. You're lying to protect that bitch, and I won't have it. I'm gonna shoot her dog and then I'm gonna blow my brains out."
Talley waited. It was important that he appear calm and give Malik the room to cool. People burned off stress when they talked. If he could reduce Malik's level of stress, they could get over the hump and still climb out of this.
"Don't shoot the dog, George. Whatever's between you and your wife, let's not take it out on the dog. Is it your dog, too?"
"I don't know whose fuckin' dog it is. She lied about everything else, so she probably lied about the dog. She's a natural born liar. Like you."
"George, c'mon. I was wrong, but I didn't lie. I made a mistake. A liar wouldn't admit that, but I want to be straight with you. Now, I'm a dog guy myself. What kind of dog you got in there?"
"I don't believe you. You know right where she is, and unless you make her talk to me, I'm gonna shoot this dog."
The depths to which people sank in the shadowed crevasses of desperation could crush a man as easily as the weight of water at the ocean floor. Talley had learned to hear the pressure building in people's voices, and he heard it now. Malik was being crushed.
"Don't give up, George. I'm sure that she'll talk to you."
"Then why won't she open her mouth? Why won't the bitch just say something, that's all she's gotta do?"
"We'll work it out."
"Say something, goddamnit!"
"I said we'll work it out."
"Say something or I'm gonna shoot this damned dog!"
Talley took a breath, thinking. Malik's choice of words left him confused. Talley had spoken clearly, yet Malik acted as if he hadn't heard. Talley worried that Malik was dissociating or approaching a psychotic break.
"George, I can't see you. Come to the window so I can see you."
"STOP LOOKING AT ME!"
"George, please come to the window!"
Talley saw Leifitz return to the rear of the vehicle. They were close, only a few feet apart, Leifitz under cover, Talley exposed.
Talley spoke under his breath.
"What's the dog's name?"
Leifitz shook his head.
"They say he doesn't have a dog."
"OPEN YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTH RIGHT NOW OR I'M SHOOTING THIS DOG!"
Something hard pounded in the center of Talley's head, and his back felt wet. He suddenly realized that illusions worked both ways. The Rampart detectives hadn't found Malik's wife because Malik's wife was inside. The neighbors were wrong. She had been inside the entire time. The wife and the boy.
"Murray, launch the team!"
Talley shouted at Murray Leifitz just as a loud whipcrack echoed from the house. A second shot popped even as the Tactical Team breached the front door.
Talley ran forward, feeling weightless. Later, he would not remember jumping onto the porch or entering through the door. Malik's lifeless body was pinned to the floor, his hands being cuffed behind his back even though he was already dead. Malik's wife was sprawled on the living room sofa where she had been dead for over fourteen hours. Two tac officers were trying to stop the geyser of arterial blood that spurted from the neck of Malik's nine-year-old son. One of them screamed for the paramedics. The boy's eyes were wide, searching the room as if trying to find a reason for all this. His mouth opened and closed; his skin luminous as it drained of color. The boy's eyes found Talley, who knelt and rested a hand on the boy's leg. Talley never broke eye contact. He didn't allow himself to blink. He let Brendan Malik have that comfort as he watched the boy die.
After a while, Talley went out to sit on the porch. His head buzzed like he was drunk. Across the street, police officers milled by their cars. Talley lit a cigarette, then replayed the past eleven hours, looking for clues that should have told him what was real. He could not find them. Maybe there weren't any, but he didn't believe that. He had blown it. He had made mistakes. The boy had been here the entire time, curled at the feet of his murdered mother like a loyal and faithful dog.
Murray Leifitz put a hand on his shoulder and told him to go home.
Jeff Talley had been a Los Angeles SWAT officer for thirteen years, serving as a Crisis Response Team negotiator for six. Today was his third crisis call in five days.
He tried to recall the boy's eyes, but had already forgotten if they were brown or blue.
Talley crushed his cigarette, walked down the street to his car, and went home. He had an eleven-year-old daughter named Amanda. He wanted to check her eyes. He couldn't remember their color and was scared that he no longer cared.
From the Hardcover edition.
Posted April 5, 2012
I have always been drawn to writer's who have strong characters in their books. I prefer the Elvis Cole/Joe Pike books, but Jeff Talley certainly rates as an intelligent, honorable character in a dramatically, chilling book. Like all of the books by Robert Crais, and I have now read all of them, I could not put it down.
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Posted October 28, 2011
This story about Jeff Talley is a page turner. He just keeps on going no matter what he is dealt. Kept me guessing on the inside man right down to the last. Robert Crais creates characters that you can reach out and touch.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 3, 2011
Fast paced, hard hitting book by Crais. The characters were well-developed. I was rooting for Jeff Talley as he battled for the hostages and against his own personal demons. Crais does a masterful job of attaching the reader to the characters. Suspense and tension from cover to cover really made this one of those "hard to put down" books.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 1, 2010
I saw the movie, "Hostage," with Bruce Willis and loved it, which sparked my interest in the book. There were several things in the movie that I liked better than in the book--the house and its location, Mars infatuation with Jennifer, the mysterious characters as opposed to knowing names in the book, the way Kevin was described in the book compared to the way he came across as being a decent guy with a conscience, the way Talley found out his wife and daughter had been taken hostage in the movie compared to the way he had found out in the book, etc. Had I not seen the movie first, I may have felt differently about the book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 21, 2010
Quite simply, this is a great read. I've read Demolition Angel and, based on reviews, thought that would be the better of Crais' books. If you liked Demolition Angel (I didn't!) - then you will love this book. If you've seen the movie, read the book anyway. The movie was good, and I'm a Willis fan, but the book is outstanding. Crais grabs your attention at the very beginning and never lets go. You feel and root for the main character, develop some sympathy for one of the hostage takers, and are surprised as the twists and turns pop up.
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Posted April 26, 2005
This is the best book I have ever read. The way Mr. Crais pulls you into the story is pure genius. I read this book in two days. Once I opened it I could not put it down. I am so glad it has become a movie and cannot wait to see it. This has to be the best written book of all time in my opinion. If you have never read a Robert Crais book this one is a good start. So go out and get Hostage and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did. Keep up the good work Mr. Crais.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 11, 2005
Readers of 'Demolition Angel,' 'L.A. Requiem' or any other fast-paced thrillers by Robert Crais know what a compelling author he is. His scenes are so vivified that one loses sight of words on a printed page and sees technicolor pictures of the action. Thanks to the abilities of voice performer James Daniels that is also the case in listening to 'Hostage.' A Chicago actor, Daniels gives new meaning to the term multi-talented - he plays guitar, swing dances, and with his wife co-authored a historical romance. He captures such dissimilar voices as that of Police Chief Jeff Talley and a sociopathic killer to perfection, thus rendering a totally enthralling reading. Talley, a former hostage negotiator, had hopes for leaving that life far behind. A convenience store robbery north of Los Angeles changes his plan.. Police are in pursuit of three men, turning thieves into desperate quarry. They gain access to a tony gated community where they break into a home and hold at gunpoint a father and his two young children, a son and daughter. Once more Talley is called upon. However, the invaded house is home to a bookkeeper for notorious mob boss, Sonny Benza. Fearful that his records will fall into the hands of the Law, Benza has Talley's wife and daughter grabbed. Play, match play, how will it end? Crais is a master of suspense and Daniels is a master at presenting it. Enjoy the goosebumps!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 8, 2004
I read this book after reading all the great reviews online about it from this sight. The beginning of the book was slow to take off. It was excellent in the middle, but the ending was very poor. I was really into the book and then the author ended the book abruptly and confusingly. I was diapointed.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 20, 2003
This is the best book i have ever read. It is hard for me to read and this book was a nice and easy to read. i hope you give this book a concideration i enjoyed it and i know you will to. Hope you read it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 25, 2003
Great novel and the only reason I don't give it four stars is that we have seen some of this in other thrillers. Nonetheless, the author catches your attention from the outset and never lets go. I read it on vacation within a couple of days. Tough to put down.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 12, 2003
Robert Crais is one of, if not the best author in his respective genre. Hostage is a heart racing ride that never stops up until the very end. My hands and eyes were glued to this book and I finished it in less than two days. Do yourself a favor,get this book, find a quiet place to read, and don't make any plans up until you finish it. You'll be glad you did.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 6, 2003
I agree with everyone here that gave this book 5 stars. I finished it in 3 days, it is very fast paced and you won't want to put it down. I've never read anything from Crais before, but now I guess I'll have to look into it, I hope his other ones can at least match this one(not possible)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 2, 2002
Posted September 10, 2002
Robert Crais is so masterful at describing a tormented soul, a man at the depths of despair, that the reader quickly experiences a strong sense of empathy with his main protagonist, Jeff Talley. Talley, a former SWAT crisis negotiator with the LAPD, carries psychological wounds from a hostage intervention gone bad. His own soul is now held hostage by his failure. Retreating from his former life at the cost of his marriage and family, he has moved on to a small suburban police department and lives an unfulfilling life in his quest to leave his anguish behind. Then BAM!...Crais catapults his emotionally tortured main character and you, the empathetic reader, into a horrific crime scene and a terrifying hostage situation. Now, the reader becomes Talley in a race against time to save not only the obvious hostages, but his family and himself. Crais has the reader feeling what Talley feels throughout the exhilarating non-stop action and suspense. If your heart pounded walking the psychological tightrope with emotionally tormented hero, John "Lilly" Lelankevitch in "Evil, Be Gone," get back on the highwire with Jeff Talley in "Hostage."--Robert John Estko, author of "Evil, Be Gone"Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 7, 2002
I bought this book when it first came out and I was instantly hooked on it. I especially find it very interesting since it takes place where I live here in the Antelope Valley. Robert Crais is brilliant He brings you into the story and you dont want to let it go. The twists are amazing and you wont know what is going to happen next. I highly recommened this book Trust me you will love it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 12, 2001
Robert Crais is the best mystery-thriller writer today. In 'Hostage' he once again demonstrates his talent in weaving an action filled plot with many twists and turns. 'Hostage' is a nonstop page-turner, a well-crafted thriller. Crais wastes no verbiage here. Robert has the knack of getting into the heads of his characters and explaining to you what drives them. And, here in 'Hostage', as in Crais' previous novels, you literally get to know the characters individual temperaments and emotions. Another gift/talent of Crais, which he demonstrates in 'Hostage', is the ability to create descriptive visuals, allowing you to feel as though you are standing right there, in the middle of all the action, watching with great intensity, waiting to see what happens next. 'Hostage' grabs you from the first page and only lets you go on the final. This is a riveting novel, a many layered exploration of love, hate, fear, courage, and revenge. A definite MUST read!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.