Homicide detective, Bob DiStanza, has been doggedly pursuing an active serial killer operating throughout the city of Philadelphia. As the lead investigator of a dedicated taskforce commissioned to stop this highly disciplined yet unyielding predator of women, Bob struggles with the situation's grim reality. The investigation is going nowhere. That's about to change. Abrupt alterations in the crime's behavior begin to further baffle the long stagnant detective. There are sudden changes, changes that make little ...
See more details below

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
BN.com price
(Save 8%)$5.99 List Price


Homicide detective, Bob DiStanza, has been doggedly pursuing an active serial killer operating throughout the city of Philadelphia. As the lead investigator of a dedicated taskforce commissioned to stop this highly disciplined yet unyielding predator of women, Bob struggles with the situation's grim reality. The investigation is going nowhere. That's about to change. Abrupt alterations in the crime's behavior begin to further baffle the long stagnant detective. There are sudden changes, changes that make little sense considering the strict adherence to repetition the killer has shown throughout his reign of terror. Bob, however, isn't the only one who's become aware of these variations in activity. The killer has taken notice as well, and he isn't happy about it. Sometimes an entity can work between good and evil, exist only amid the gray shadows that connect black to white. Steadfast in its purpose, neither cop nor criminal can stand in its way.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • BN ID: 2940000098998
  • Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing
  • Publication date: 5/18/2006
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 285 KB

Meet the Author

Joseph DiFrancesco
Born in Philadelphia, Joseph DiFrancesco first began writing a few years into a long stint in the Philadelphia Fire Department. What started out as simple escapism eventually morphed into an unwavering obsession for storytelling. Having always possessed a wild imagination, coupled with a knack for telling tales, his insights into the human condition while an inner city paramedic seemed to complete the needed "chemical process" within him to become a writer. To date he has written several screenplays, and his first film, The Mourning After, which he both wrote and directed, won for best featurette in the 2006 Delaware Valley Film Festival.

His interests are: good movies, great books, music which stirs the soul, art that makes you shut up a minute, architecture that strains the neck, oaky red wine, late night conversations regarding the unknown, and spending time with his wife and three children.

With three books now under his belt it is likely he will continue to explore the distant and sometimes distorted reaches of his mind's eye for more tales to tell.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt


Present Day

Bob DiStanza was patiently waiting outside the women's dressing room of a new hot and trendy clothing store in Old City Philadelphia. The store boasted its New York origins, which apparently was too much for his girlfriend, Rose, to pass by. But that was okay. She could take all the time she needed. It was a beautiful day and he was just happy to be with her out and about.

Patience wasn't a virtue found naturally in Bob. It had grown with time and understanding. Having been a Philadelphia police officer for fourteen years, the last eight as a homicide detective, he had learned the importance of slowing down, enjoying the moment, embracing the serene. He'd earned the right.

As a uniformed officer, he had the chance to explore and improve upon his gut instincts, physical prowess, defensive driving, takedowns and holds. He qualified with his 9mm Glock in both his right and left hands. He had developed the kind of skills that enabled him to diffuse certain situations with discussion, when less experienced cops would have resorted to a more physical resolution. He had also cultured an ability to read a person's eyes. He had an uncanny way of knowing when someone was about to "go off." The whites of their eyes, usually pinched off at the top and bottom of the irises, would instead widen at the base. This usually told him that no attempt at rapport would be of use here-that he'd have to make his move, and make it fast and strong.

Still, standing there with several potential summer outfits draped over his right arm, he was okay. Oddly, he didn't miss the action-all that much. He had sort of morphed into becoming adetective, as if being in uniform was a way of growing up. He had learned that, unlike what is portrayed on TV, detective work wasn't about kicking in doors, high-speed pursuits, or rolling around on the ground with the "doer." It was mostly quiet, yet dogged paperwork and fact finding. It was about leaving no stone unturned, about being pathologically persistent.

He had seen his share of cops who came on the scene with the kind of hotshot antics they thought were expected of them, guys who tried to be the rebel , the nonconforming maverick of the police district. Preferring their own car to a city issued, unmarked vehicle, they'd whip into the parking lot with their brand new Ford Mustang. It was always a Mustang. They'd then come sauntering into the station wearing sunglasses, tight leather jackets, and two hundred dollar shoulder holsters. They'd spend most of their time on the street, instead of behind the desk where they belonged. Once out there, they'd make their lion's share of arrests, make no mistake about it, but did so in such a slipshod manner, that most of their perps would be back out in twenty-four hours.

Detective DiStanza didn't get a lot of sun. He happily drove his city issued 2002 Saturn sedan, and he had a penchant for polo shirts and cotton Dockers, by and large, for their roomy comfort. He took his coffee black, and when he arrested a person, they were going away for a long, long time.


Dorian Coffer was playing a little joke on his wife, Linda. He hid one of the cat's toys, a fake mouse made with rabbit fur, inside one of her shoes. Tolerantly, he watched her pad around in stocking feet, trying to find her favorite pair of earrings.

It was early afternoon and the mood was relatively unhurried as the couple moved about the master bedroom of their ten thousand square foot mansion.

"What time will you be getting home tonight?" asked Dorian.

"No idea," Linda responded, still focusing on her earring hunt. "I have to make my rounds by three o'clock. I'm hoping the symposium doesn't run that long." Looking at him with a smirk, she playfully asked, "Why, afraid I might come home while you're entertaining your girlfriend?"

He smiled and winked at her. "All the other women in my life pale in comparison to you."

Linda just laughed while continuing to get ready.

Getting dressed up this morning was a big deal for her, and her mind was busy replaying the lecture she was to give at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, or HUP, as it was known. Being an anesthesiologist, she usually reported to work in scrubs and sneakers. Today, however, was special and she was a little fretful.

Watching her get dressed, Dorian felt her attire was largely unimportant. In all actuality, Linda could be wearing a circus outfit and still convey the kind of confidence and competence that most people struggled to exude everyday. She was a powerful woman. It was the primary reason he married her in the first place.

Patiently, he waited for his prank to payoff. Pretending to fumble with his Girard-Perregaux wristwatch, he watched from the corner of his eye.

Finally, Linda stepped up to her shoes. She slipped her left foot in first, which was perfect, considering the target was in the right. This would mean she'd be fully committed during the find and would most likely give a more satisfying performance. She then slipped her right foot in. There was a pause, a shudder, and a noise not quite a scream. Kicking off the shoe, and leaning back in one high heel, her balance was thrown way off. Regaining her stability came quick, but not before a few awkward gyrations here and there. She swore at the absent feline. Dorian simply smiled a secret smile.

Dorian loved having a secret.

• • •

Later that day, the two had gone their separate ways via their professions. Dorian's world was far different from his wife's. His was a world that often began in lobbies of polished marble and shimmering chrome, which, in turn, led to mirrored elevators and city skylines.

Arriving at the top floor of the Mellon Bank Center, Dorian stepped into the Pyramid Club for the day's power luncheon. The private club, sporting twenty-foot tall windows and lying five hundred feet above city streets, was reserved for Philadelphia's top executives. Power, not celebrity, was what was required in order to become a member of the Pyramid Club, and even that was no guarantee.

Entering the enchanting dining area adorned in rich carpeting, cherry wood and brass fixtures, Dorian was immediately greeted by men and women whose influence on the city below matched his own.

Copyright © 2006 Joseph DiFrancesco.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Be the first to write a review
( 0 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing 1 Customer Reviews
  • Posted October 26, 2011

    Good Read

    Fast paced. Interesting twists. Detective Bob DiStanza is a well penned character you can trust. Did not see ending coming.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing 1 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)