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With this new thriller, The New York Times bestselling author Tami Hoag delivers her own message to suspense fans everywhere: Don't turn off the lights, and keep reading if you dare. From the gritty streets of Los Angeles to its most protected enclaves of prestige and power to the ruthless glamour of Hollywood, a killer stalks his prey. A killer so merciless no one in his way is safe—not even the innocent.

At the end of a long day battling street traffic, bike messenger Jace ...

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Overview

With this new thriller, The New York Times bestselling author Tami Hoag delivers her own message to suspense fans everywhere: Don't turn off the lights, and keep reading if you dare. From the gritty streets of Los Angeles to its most protected enclaves of prestige and power to the ruthless glamour of Hollywood, a killer stalks his prey. A killer so merciless no one in his way is safe—not even the innocent.

At the end of a long day battling street traffic, bike messenger Jace Damon has one last drop to make. But en route to delivering a package for one of L.A.'s sleaziest defense attorneys, he's nearly run down by a car, chased through back alleys, and shot at. Only the instincts acquired while growing up on the streets of L.A. allow him to escape with his life—and with the package someone wants badly enough to kill for.

Jace returns to Lenny Lowell's office only to find the cops there, the lawyer dead, and Jace himself considered the prime suspect in the savage murder. Suddenly he's on the run from both the cops and a killer, and the key to saving himself and his ten-year-old brother is the envelope he still has—which holds a message no one wants delivered: the truth.

In a city fueled by money, celebrity, and sensationalism, the murder of a bottom-feeding mouthpiece like Lenny Lowell won't make the headlines. So when detectives from the LAPD's elite robbery/homicide division show up, homicide detective Kev Parker wants to know why. Parker is on the downhill slide of a once-promising career, and he doesn't want to be reminded that he used to be one of the hotshots, working cases that made instant celebrities of everyone involved. Like the case of fading retty-boy actor Rob Cole, accused of the brutal murder of his wife, Tricia Crowne-Cole, daughter of one of the most powerful men in the city, L.A.'s latest "crime of the century."

Robbery/Homicide has no reason to be looking at a dead small-time scumbag lawyer or chasing a bike messenger...unless there's something in it for them. Maybe Lenny Lowell had a connection to something big enough to be killed for. Parker begins a search for answers that will lead him to a killer—or the end of his career. Because if there's one lesson he's learned over the years, it's that in a town built on fantasy and fame, delivering the truth can be deadly.

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Great news for suspense fans: Tami Hoag's Kill the Messenger is a fast-paced tale, full of twists and turns and unexpected dangers. This time out, the acclaimed New York Times–bestselling author uses her home turf of Los Angeles as the dramatic backdrop for a riveting tale of a bicycle messenger who picks up a package that marks him for death.

One miserable night, when weather and traffic have made him late enough to be the only messenger his delivery service still has in the field, Jace Damon is sent out on one last job. The weather's lousy, the tip's likely to be the same, and it's been a really long, crappy day…but Jace never expected a routine delivery gig for his low-end lawyer client, Lenny Lowell, to lead to a deadly trap.

His first thought, after he manages to break free, is to return the package to Lenny's office. But that proves impossible. Lenny's been brutally murdered, and all the celebrity that eluded the sleazeball attorney in life has arrived in spades post-mortem. Jace is in a real bind: He's stuck with an envelope full of negatives someone is willing to kill for; he's on the run from a killer; and it won't be hard for cops or crooks to track him down through the messenger service he works for. To boot, his prints are all over the dead man's office.

Although it looks like Jace has elevated isolation and living off the books to an art form, he's not quite the loner misfit he seems. He lives the way he does to support his beloved, brainy brother -- ten-year-old Tyler -- and to protect him from falling into the hands of the faceless bureaucrats at social services. Fearful of losing Tyler, Jace knows he can't trust the cops not to make the easy arrest and put him away for a good long time.

Detective Kev Parker doesn't much care why someone put a scumbag like Lenny Lowell away, but since it happened on his beat, he figures it's his case to close. So why do the boys from the Robbery-Homicide Division want to claim the crime scene for themselves? This is not the sort of high-profile case those hotshots usually work...as Kev knows well, having until recently been one of that elite group. Kev may have been downgraded to babysitting detective trainees and to working cases nobody else wants, but his investigative instincts are still top-notch. Everyone else may like the bike messenger for this crime -- but not Kev, who has found too many fragments of evidence that just don't fit.

Still, like everyone else on both sides of the law, Kev is looking for the messenger. Meanwhile Jace is struggling to neutralize the danger or to find allies who won't betray him. Time is running out. Danger haunts every turn of Jace's wheels. And, despite all his efforts, it's spreading to everyone he touches -- to Madame Chen, the Chinese matriarch who has sheltered his little family; to Eta, the dispatcher who took him under her wing; and to the dead man's daughter, Abby, who Jace figures is the rightful heir to the package -- and to the troubles that go along with it.

Somehow Jace needs to find a way to put on the brakes and to protect himself and his brother, as he plots a route through a deadly maze of blackmail, murder, and betrayal. Sue Stone

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"In a genre overrun with self-conscious jargon, brooding descriptions and fragments masquerading as sentences, her clean, measured prose—full, balanced sentences delivered at a steady pace—doesn’t so much create an ominous mood as draw the reader into the worlds of her characters."—Publishers Weekly"Brisk ... Scandal-prone detective Kev Parker ... gives Kill the Messenger its juice and keeps readers hooked."—San Francisco Chronicle Books
Publishers Weekly
Hoag's success (Dark Horse; Guilty as Sin), evidenced once again in this engaging new thriller, is the triumph of substance over style. In a genre overrun with self-conscious jargon, brooding descriptions and fragments masquerading as sentences, her clean, measured prose-full, balanced sentences delivered at a steady pace-doesn't so much create an ominous mood as draw the reader into the worlds of her characters. Here, before they know it, readers are invested in the dilemma of Los Angeles bike messenger Jace (J.C.) Damon, on the run after picking up a package from high-powered attorney Lenny Lowell, who is subsequently murdered. Orphaned Jace lives under society's radar in Chinatown, with his 10-year-old brother, Tyler; his surrogate family includes sassy dispatcher Eta Fitzgerald and the Chen clan, the boy's closest neighbors. Similarly, the police in pursuit are an unconventional, if dysfunctional, family: long-suffering lead detective Kev Parker; his annoying and ambitious new partner, Renee Ruiz; squabbling second-string detectives Jimmy Chew and Bradley Kyle; and coroner Diane Nicholson, who is also Kev's lover. The wild card in the game is Lowell's daughter, Abby, volatile and full of secrets, which Hoag reveals at appropriate intervals. A link to Hollywood provides a burst of fresh energy in the later chapters of this character-driven, solidly constructed thriller. Agent, Andrea Cirillo. (July 6) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
An innocent bike messenger ends up being chased by both the good guys and the bad guys (but which are which?) after the murder of a lawyer for whom he was delivering a package. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Bike messenger gets mixed up in blackmail. Jace Damon's creed: get it there. On time. And if he has to sideswipe a Cadillac, tangle with a security guard, and sneak into an LA office tower filled with suits sneering at his ragged clothes and his beat-up bicycle, so be it. Jace's mother is dead, his father unknown, and he has a little brother to support. Can you spell sympathetic antihero? How about made for the movies? Eta, the sassy black dispatcher (Whoopi Goldberg), sends him out on one last run. The good news: he gets a $20 tip from sleazebag attorney Lenny Lowell, who hands him a wrapped package, contents unknown. The bad news: after Jace leaves, Lenny gets his brains splattered all over the ceiling. Disillusioned, middle-aged detective Kev Parker (George Clooney) and his sexy young trainee, Renee Ruiz (Jennifer Lopez), trade wisecracks amidst the gore and start looking for suspects. Jace (Ethan Hawke/Keanu Reeves/Hugh Jackman) is no slouch at outrunning the law and hides out in his crummy Chinatown apartment, sticking to his second job, shoveling ice at a fish market. His curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the mysterious package to find negatives (what, no digital cameras?) that someone known as Predator would kill to get. No use explaining that to Lenny's daughter Abby (Sandra Bullock), whom Jace happens to meet. Parker and Ruiz dig deeper. Looks like the killing could be somehow connected to Rob Cole (Robert Blake-no, he's already in jail), a down-on-his-luck movie star accused of murdering his rich, frumpy wife (Kathy Bates). Next to die: Eta, a single mother of four. And so it goes, as the action heats up some but not a whole lot. Capably written, though without theedge of Hoag's previous thrillers (Dark Horse, 2002, etc.) and a bit formulaic. (Are there still bike messengers in sprawling, auto-obsessed, freeway-ridden LA?) Still, the appealing cast is a plus. Agent: Andrea Cirillo/Jane Rotrosen Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553583588
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/28/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 528
  • Sales rank: 171,869
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Tami Hoag

Tami Hoag's novels have appeared regularly on national bestseller lists since the publication of her first book in 1988. She lives in Los Angeles.

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Chapter One

LA traffic.

Rush hour.

Rush hour at four hours and counting. Every Angelino busting it to get home before the heavens opened up like a bursting bladder and the rains came in a gush. The city had been pressed down beneath the weight of an anvil sky all day. Endless, ominous twilight in the concrete canyons between the downtown skyscrapers. The air heavy with expectation.

Legs pumping. Fingers tight on the handlebars. Fingertips numb. Eyes on the gap between a Jag and a FedEx truck. Quads burning. Calves like rocks. The taste of exhaust. Eyes dry and stinging behind a pair of swim goggles. A bag full of blueprints in cardboard cylinders riding his back.

The two-way strapped to his thigh like a six-gun barked out bursts of static and the rock-crusted voice of Eta Fitzgerald, the base dispatcher. He didn’t know her real name. They called her Eta because that was what they heard out of her all day, every day: ETA? ETA sixteen? Base to Jace. ETA? What’s your twenty, honey?

He had three minutes to make it to the developer’s office on the seventeenth floor of a building still blocks away. The guard at the front desk was a jerk. He locked the doors at six on the dot and had no sympathy for anyone standing on the street trying to get in. The guy would have turned his back on his own mother, if he had one, which Jace doubted. He looked like something that had sprouted up out of the ground. A human toadstool.

Shift his weight to the right. Cut around the Jag.

He caught the blast of its horn as he ran on his pedals to put a few inches between his back wheel and the car’s front bumper. Just ahead of him the traffic light had turned yellow, but the FedEx truck was running the intersection. Coming up on the right side of the truck, Jace reached out and caught hold above the wheel, letting the truck carry him through the intersection and down the block.

He was a master at riding the blind spot. If the person behind the wheel saw him and didn’t want him there, a messenger could become a bug on a windshield in a hurry. The FedEx drivers were usually cool. Simpatico. Messenger to messenger. They were both connections between people who didn’t give a rat’s ass who they were unless they were late with a delivery.

The building was in sight. Jace checked over his shoulder, let go of the truck, and dipped right again, cutting across another lane, drawing another blaring horn. He angled to jump the curb in front of a fire hydrant and behind a Cadillac idling in a red zone. The car’s passenger door swung open as the bike went airborne.

Shit.

Jace turned the wheel hard right and twisted his hips left as the bike came down. The old lady getting out of the car screamed and fell back into the Cadillac. The bike’s front tire hit the sidewalk clear.

Jace held his position as tight as a tick on the back of a dog. He touched the brakes with little more than his imagination. Just enough to break the chaos.

Don’t panic. Panic kills. Ice water, J.C. Steel. Focus. Calm.

He kept his eyes on his target. He could see the security jerk walking toward the front doors, keys in hand.

Shit!

Panic. Not at threat of injury, but at threat of being locked out. The customer wouldn’t care that he had sent the delivery impossibly late or that the messenger had nearly been killed by the door of a Cadillac. If the package didn’t make it, there would be hell to pay.

He dropped the bike ten feet from the door, sick at the thought it might be gone by the time he got out of the building, but there was no time to lock it. He bolted for the door, tripped himself, fell like a boulder, and tumbled and skidded, arms and legs bouncing like pickup sticks. Cardboard blueprint tubes shot out of his bag and rolled down the sidewalk.

No time to assess damage or recognize and catalog pains.

He forced himself to his feet, tripping, stumbling, trying to scoop up the tubes even as his momentum carried him forward. The security jerk stared at him through the glass. A lumpy gray face, twisted with sour disapproval. He turned the key in the lock and walked away.

“Hey!” Jace shouted, slamming into the glass. “Hey, come on!”

The guard pretended not to hear him. Son of a bitch. One minute to six and this guy had nothing more on his mind than getting on the freeway and creeping out to Pomona or to the Valley or to whatever nondescript shithole suburb he squatted in every night. He wasn’t staying three extra minutes to log in a delivery. Having the power to walk away was probably the only power he had in his miserable life.

“Asshole!” Jace shouted. He would have kicked the door, but with his luck the damn thing would shatter and he’d be hauled off to jail. Not that he couldn’t have used the rest and three squares a day. In Jace Damon’s life, rest was not an option.

Juggling the cardboard tubes in one arm, he yanked his bike up off the sidewalk and climbed back on. The entrance to the underground parking garage for the building was on the side street. The chain gate would be down, but as soon as a car rolled out, he could slip in. If there was a God in heaven-which he doubted, except in times of dire need-someone would still be in the developer’s office on the seventeenth floor. Hopefully it would be Lori, the receptionist, who was blond and bouncy and would give him a Snickers bar from the stash in her bottom drawer. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast-a day-old bagel and a shoplifted PowerBar.

He parked himself to the right of the garage entrance, back just far enough so as not to be noticed by anyone coming up the ramp. He had learned a long time ago to fly below the radar, to be invisible and furtive and resourceful. Survival skills of the street kid.

His radio made a sound like Velcro tearing free. “Sixteen? You out there? Base to Jace. Base to Jace. Hey, Lone Ranger, where you at? I got Money chewing my ass.”

Money was Eta’s word for a customer. The developer was on the phone screaming at her.

“I’m in the elevator,” Jace answered. He keyed the radio on and off, on and off. “You’re breaking up, Base.”

The chain gate rattled to life and began to rise. A nasty-looking snot-green Chrysler nosed its way up out of the garage. The security jerk was behind the wheel. Jace gave him the finger as he turned into the drive and shot the bike down the ramp.

The Korean guy in the ticket booth barely looked at him as Jace darted around the lowered arm that prevented cars from simply rolling in. He rode the bike straight to the elevator, jumped off as the doors opened and an assortment of well-dressed professional people stepped out, freed from their cubicles for the day. A woman with a helmet of blond hair and a leopard-print raincoat gave him a look like he was dog shit, and clutched her designer bag to her as she stepped around him.

Jace forced a grin. “How’s it going?”

She sniffed and hurried away. People in suits and offices tended to look at bike messengers with wary suspicion. They were rebels, road warriors, fringe citizens in strange costumes invading the orderly, respectable world of business. Most of the messengers Jace knew had tattoos all over their bodies, and more piercings than a colander. They were walking billboards for life on the edge, their individuality screaming from their very pores.

Jace made no such statements. He wore what he could get for little or nothing at Goodwill-baggy shorts and sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off, worn over bike shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair stuck up in spikes through the openings in his helmet. The swim goggles made him look like an alien.

He pulled the goggles down and rubbed at the grit in his eyes as he rolled the bike into the elevator and punched 17. He could smell himself-stale sweat and exhaust fumes. He had run twenty-three packages that day and could feel the filth of the city clinging to him like a film. He had skinned his knee on the sidewalk out front. Blood was running in a slow, thick trickle down his dirty bare shin to soak into the top of his baggy gray sock.

When he finally got home and could take a shower, the day would come off him like a mud slide and he would become a blond white kid again. He would spend a couple of hours with his little brother, Tyler, then hit the books until he fell asleep on them. Too soon it would be five-thirty and another day would begin with him shoveling ice into the coolers at the fish market they lived over in Chinatown.

My life sucks.

He allowed himself to acknowledge that fact only once in a while. What was the point in dwelling on it? He didn’t plan on staying where he was in the grand scheme of things. That was the thought to focus on: change, improvement, the future.

He had a future. Tyler had a future-Jace had made sure of that, and would continue to make sure of it. And their futures would be a thousand times better than anything life had given them so far. It was only a matter of time and focus and will.

The elevator dinged and the doors pulled open. The developer’s office was down the hall on the left. Suite 1701. Major Development. Lori the cute receptionist was gone, along with the chance for a free Snickers. Mr. Major Development was standing at her desk, shouting into the phone. He stopped abruptly and slammed the receiver down as Jace walked in with the blueprint tubes.

“Well, it’s about fucking time!” Major shouted. “My eighty-year-old mother could have gotten here faster with her walker!”

“Sorry.” Jace said, handing over the manifest. He offered no excuse or explanation. He knew from experience it wouldn’t matter. What mattered to Mr. Major Development was that he now had his blueprints and could get on with his life.

Major snatched the manifest away from him, scribbled a signature, and shoved it back at him. No thanks, no tip, no nothing. Lori the receptionist might have noticed the scrape on his knee and given him a Band-Aid and sympathy along with the Snickers bar. All he got was the fantasy. At least in his imaginary social life he could afford to take a girl out someplace decent.

Back out on the street, he radioed Base to confirm the delivery. He would make it back to the base office in fifteen and spend half an hour matching his delivery receipts with Eta’s floaters-the notes she made assigning jobs to messengers. By seven-fifteen he could be standing in the shower.

“Sixteen to Base. Jace to Base. Got POD on Major Pain In The Ass.”

“Ten-four, angel. You’ll go to heaven yet.”

“I don’t believe in heaven.”

“Darlin’, you got to believe in a better world than this.”

“Sure. It’s called Malibu. I’m gonna get a house there when I’m rich and famous.”

“And I’ll come be your kept woman. Give you a big ole’ dose a brown sugar, baby boy.”

Eta weighed two hundred pounds, had three-inch purple fingernails, and a Medusa’s head of braids.

“You’ll have to get in line behind Claire Danes and Liv Tyler.”

“Honey, I’ll eat them skinny white girls for lunch and pick my teeth with their bones.”

“Eta, you’re scaring me.”

“That’s good. How else can I boss you around and tell you you got one more run?”

The groan came from the deepest part of his soul. “No way. Not tonight. Call someone else.”

“Ain’t no one else left. You’re it, Lone Ranger, and baby, you’re the best.”

She gave him the address for the pickup and delivery and told him he could use the tip he would get to buy her a diamond ring.

Jace sat on his bike under the security light beside the garage entrance and stared at the note he’d written with the name and address, and he thought of the only tip anyone had ever given him that was of any real value: It’s better to be lucky than good.

As he folded the note, it began to rain.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2014

    Great book

    Great book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2013

    Great

    I read approx 3 books each week and this is one of the best books l've ever read! A fabulous story from an exceptional writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2013

    Great mystery with HEART

    Excellent twisty plot

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2012

    Review

    Love her books. Very exciting and reviting. I hated to put the book down at night.

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  • Posted December 1, 2012

    Another good one!!

    Have been away from Tami Hoag for a while so thought I'd try this one. Really liked it. Have now ordered her new one since I'm hooked again!

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  • Posted June 9, 2011

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    The+BEST+book++I+have+since+owning+my+Nook%2C%2C+ok+besides+JJohn+Grisham%27s+Confession%0A%0AAwesome+Read

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  • Posted November 27, 2010

    Couldn't Put The Book Down!

    I had someone I met on vacation tune me into this author. I was reading alot of Grisham doing the family laundry, and he was reading another Tami book, that his daughter had given him. I am so glad that I investigated this author. This book is one of her best. I couldn't put it down. My doctor's receptionist asked to borrow it, and now she's hooked on Hoag!

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  • Posted June 4, 2010

    Good Read

    This was an excellent book. As soon as I started reading it, I couldn't put it down. I even found myself adding time to the treadmill at the gym so I could keep reading.

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  • Posted June 3, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Slow start, better ending

    For the longest time I was tempted to give up on this book, but the ending was a well-done surprise. It seemed like another run-of-the-mill Los Angeles good cop/bad cop story, but there were some good twists and turns at the end. There were also some good descriptions of some chase scenes.

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  • Posted October 30, 2008

    I Also Recommend:

    Not as good as I thought it was going to be.

    The biggest problem with this book was that events were not explained clearly enough. I love mysteries and read them voraciously, but this one often had me going "Huh? Where did that come from?" or "Who is that, I don't remember that person." Too many characters with too little development.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2007

    Not as good as i had hoped

    The book was okay, but not as great as some of her previous work. The only romance in the book didnt end up well. I think the killer in another of her books had a relationship with the lead detective as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2006

    Very, very good!

    I've read several Tami Hoag books now and this is my favorite so far. It's full of action, suspense and her crazy 'cop dialogue' (which I love). But the main protagonist is a 20ish-year-old young man for a change. I really liked that, just because it made this book different. Not the usual 'beautiful woman with flawless skin' meets 'ruggedly handsome super man.' Even though the story does take some heart-breaking twists at times, all comes out in the wash, so to speak. A great, fast read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2006

    Very Good Read!

    I have been reading Tami Hoag since her debut and like fine wine she gets better with time! This book I must say has to be my favorite to date. Engaging characters, suprizing plot twists, and a define irony sense of justice, you cant help wanting more even after the last page has turned. I am delighted to know that she does plan to include Kev Parker and friends in a future book. thought one could argue that this story was written with an eye to a movie deal still it was entertaining and would make an entertaining movie, therefore in my opinion Ms. Hoag succeeds all around.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2006

    Page turner

    This is my first Tami Hoag book, and even though it's fast pace prestages a movie version (she admits as much in the last page) one looks forward to her next. The opening, in which she describes the bike messenger's riding through rush hour on the L.A. streets with threatening rain clouds overhead is a good precursor of the pages full of talented prose to come.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2005

    A Surprisingly Good Read

    This was a fantastic book and a real page turner. Tami Hoag is definitely an author to look out for. She is peaking whilst my girls' LH and CC are in a slump.I'm looking forward to her next attempt!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2005

    Good book

    As usual Ms. Hoag wrote a book that is hard to put down. The only thing I was disappointed in was the lack of romance. I really enjoy her romantic suspense books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2004

    Not the usual fair

    I was very disappointed in Tami Hoag's newest book. Little suspense and unsympatheic characters made for a boring read.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2004

    entertaining

    Overall I enjoyed this book. It had an engaging plot and interesting characters. However, I got a little tired of the 'metrosexual cop' thing and REALLY tired of the designer name-dropping. I don't care if it is set in LA. Please tell the story and drop designer names only if important to the story line. Continued references to everything he wore got old. I had no sympathy for the guy getting his Hugo Boss dirty.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2004

    Slick, spooky and sometimes camp!!

    The story is so beautifully set up that within a few pages you're hooked and along for a wild ride. Retains a great sense of humor and a corny sense of chic that leavens the fingernail biting. A strange psychological thriller and ghost story wiorth checking out is IN THE GHOST COUNTRY which is a true and kinda weird story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2004

    FIRST RATE READER SCORES AGAIN

    Audio book aficionados know that voice performers don't come any better than Scott Brick. Time after time he delivers exceptionally well crafted readings - add 'Kill The Messenger to his already impressive resume. Tami Hoag is another who always delivers, penning first rate thrillers since her debut in 1988. Her characters are fleshed out, and her plots sizzling with suspense. This tale focuses on bike messenger Jace Damon. Delivering messages on a bicycle isn't the easiest job in the world, especially in L.A. where Jace is at the mercy of cars and on the lookout for daydreaming pedestrians who may wander into his path. It's the end of a grueling day - just one more delivery and he's home free. The last package he's carrying is from a none too moral lawyer, Lenny Lowell. However, this is a drop he can't make as he's almost run over by a car, chased through streets, and the target for gun shots. He returns to Lowell's office only to find the attorney dead and the police on deck. Prime suspect in the murder? Jace, of course, as if his day hadn't been trying enough already. Listen along for the thrills as Jace flees both cops and killer. He's got to save himself and his ten-year-old brother from whoever wants the all important package that he still has. - Gail Cooke

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