Killer (Alex Delaware Series #29) [NOOK Book]

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

After thirty-five riveting, internationally acclaimed novels of psychological suspense, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman returns with his most stunning thriller to date. Killer is a mesmerizing L.A. noir portrayal of the darkest impulses of human nature carried to shocking extremes.
 
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Overview

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

After thirty-five riveting, internationally acclaimed novels of psychological suspense, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman returns with his most stunning thriller to date. Killer is a mesmerizing L.A. noir portrayal of the darkest impulses of human nature carried to shocking extremes.
 
The City of Angels has more than its share of psychopaths, and no one recognizes that more acutely than the brilliant psychologist and police consultant Dr. Alex Delaware. Despite that, Constance Sykes, a sophisticated, successful physician, hardly seems like someone Alex needs to fear. Then, at the behest of the court, he becomes embroiled in a bizarre child custody dispute initiated by Connie against her sister and begins to realize that there is much about the siblings he has failed to comprehend. And when the court battle between the Sykes sisters erupts into cold, calculating murder and a rapidly growing number of victims, Alex knows he’s been snared in a toxic web of pathology.
 
Nothing would please Alex more than to be free of the ugly spectacle known as Sykes v. Sykes. But then the little girl at the center of the vicious dispute disappears and Alex knows he must work with longtime friend Detective Milo Sturgis, braving an obstacle course of  Hollywood washouts, gangbangers, and self-serving jurists in order to save an innocent life.
 
Killer is Kellerman—and Delaware—at their finest.

Praise for Killer
 
Killer is well plotted and paced. . . . One of [Kellerman’s] best.”—Bookreporter

“As usual, the rapport between Alex and Milo is a show-stealer, and longtime fans . . . will love the well-executed flashbacks to Alex’s professional past.”Booklist
 
“Kellerman kicks this one up to a whole new level.”RT Book Reviews

Praise for Jonathan Kellerman
 
“Jonathan Kellerman has justly earned his reputation as a master of the psychological thriller.”People
 
“Kellerman really knows how to keep those pages turning.”—The New York Times Book Review
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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
09/15/2013
Psychologist Alex Delaware pooh-poohs a death threat uttered by Beverly Hills physician Constance Sykes, whose efforts to obtain legal custody of her baby niece were blocked by Alex's testimony in court. But according to LAPD buddy Milo Sturgis, a hit has been taken out on Alex. And then Sykes is found slain.
Publishers Weekly
12/23/2013
Dr. Connie Sykes, the owner and operator of a lab that tests for sexually transmitted diseases, shows up at Alex Delaware's office and threatens him in the powerhouse opening of bestseller Kellerman's 29th novel featuring the L.A. psychologist (after 2013's Guilt). Sykes leaves Delaware unscathed, for the time being. In one of the author's better plots, flashbacks chart the events that led to the terrifying encounter. A judge impressed by Delaware's objectivity and expertise persuaded him to serve on a court-appointed panel to provide evaluations in child-custody cases. Sykes was a plaintiff in one. Childless, she insisted that her 16-month-old niece be placed in her care, and that the girl's mother, Sykes's own sister, was not a fit parent, but Delaware's assessment proved fatal to her hopes for custody. The aftermath of the office confrontation results in murder. Kellerman's own experience in the field makes him well suited to describe a psychologist's work without either dumbing it down or resorting to excessive jargon. (Feb.)
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Praise for Killer
 
Killer is well plotted and paced. . . . One of [Kellerman’s] best.”—Bookreporter

“As usual, the rapport between Alex and Milo is a show-stealer, and longtime fans . . . will love the well-executed flashbacks to Alex’s professional past.”Booklist
 
“Kellerman kicks this one up to a whole new level.”RT Book Reviews

Praise for Jonathan Kellerman
 
“Jonathan Kellerman has justly earned his reputation as a master of the psychological thriller.”People
 
“Kellerman really knows how to keep those pages turning.”—The New York Times Book Review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345548412
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/11/2014
  • Series: Alex Delaware Series , #29
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 1,558
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Jonathan Kellerman
Jonathan Kellerman is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of three dozen bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher’s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, Twisted, and True Detectives. With his wife, bestselling novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. He is also the author of two children’s books and numerous nonfiction works, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children and With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California, New Mexico, and New York.

Biography

"I like to say that as a psychologist I was concerned with the rules of human behavior," Jonathan Kellerman has said. "As a novelist, I'm concerned with the exceptions." Both roles are evident in Kellerman's string of bestselling psychological thrillers, in which he probes the hidden corners of the human psyche with a clinician's expertise and a novelist's dark imagination.

Kellerman worked for years as a child psychologist, but his first love was writing, which he started doing at the age of nine. After reading Ross MacDonald's Lew Archer novels, however, Kellerman found his voice as a writer -- and his calling as a suspense novelist. His first published novel, When the Bough Breaks, featured a child psychologist, Dr. Alex Delaware, who helps solve a murder case in which the only apparent witness is a traumatized seven-year-old girl. The book was an instant hit; as New York's Newsday raved, "[T]his knockout of an entertainment is the kind of book which establishes a career in one stroke."

Kellerman has since written a slew more Alex Delaware thrillers; not surprisingly, the series hero shares much of Kellerman's own background. The books often center on problems of family psychopathology—something Kellerman had ample chance to observe in his day job. The Delaware novels have also chronicled the shifting social and cultural landscape of Los Angeles, where Kellerman lives with his wife (who is also a health care practitioner-turned-novelist) and their four children.

A prolific author who averages one book a year, Kellerman dislikes the suggestion that he simply cranks them out. He has a disciplined work schedule, and sits down to write in his office five days a week, whether he feels "inspired" or not. "I sit down and start typing. I think it's important to deromanticize the process and not to get puffed up about one's abilities," he said in a 1998 chat on Barnes & Noble.com. "Writing fiction's the greatest job in the world, but it's still a job. All the successful novelists I know share two qualities: talent and a good work ethic."

And he does plenty of research, drawing on medical databases and current journals as well as his own experience as a practicing psychologist. Then there are the field trips: before writing Monster, Kellerman spent time at a state hospital for the criminally insane.

Kellerman has taken periodic breaks from his Alex Delaware series to produce highly successful stand-alone novels that he claims have helped him to gain some needed distance from the series characters. It's a testament to Kellerman's storytelling powers that the series books and the stand-alones have both gone over well with readers; clearly, Kellerman's appeal lies more in his dexterity than in his reliance on a formula. "Often mystery writers can either plot like devils or create believable characters," wrote one USA Today reviewer. "Kellerman stands out because he can do both. Masterfully."

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Jonathan Kellerman:
"I am the proud husband of a brilliant novelist, Faye Kellerman. I am the proud father of a brilliant novelist, Jesse Kellerman. And three lovely, gifted daughters, one of whom, Aliza, may turn out to be one of the greatest novelists/poets of this century. "

"My first job was selling newspapers on a corner, age 12. Then I delivered liquor, age 16 -- the most engaging part of that gig was schlepping cartons of bottles up stairways in building without elevators. Adding insult to injury, tips generally ranged from a dime to a quarter. And, I was too young to sample the wares. Subsequent jobs included guitar teacher, freelance musician, newspaper cartoonist, Sunday School teacher, youth leader, research/teaching assistant. All of that simplified when I was 24 and earned a Ph.D. in psychology. Another great job. Then novelist? Oh, my, an embarrassment of riches. Thank you, thank you, thank you, kind readers. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

"I paint, I play the guitar, I like to hang out with intelligent people whose thought processes aren't by stereotype, punditry, political correctness, etc. But enough about me. The important thing is The Book."

More fun facts:
After Kellerman called his literary agent to say that his wife, Faye, had written a novel, the agent reluctantly agreed to take a look ("Later, he told me his eyes rolled all the way back in his head," Kellerman said in an online chat). Two weeks later, a publisher snapped up Faye Kellerman's first book, The Ritual Bath. Faye Kellerman has since written many more mysteries featuring L.A. cop Peter Decker and his wife Rina Lazarus, including the bestsellers Justice and Jupiter's Bones.

When Kellerman wrote When the Bough Breaks in 1981, crime novels featuring gay characters were nearly nonexistent, so Alex Delaware's gay detective friend, Milo Sturgis, was a rarity. Kellerman admits it can be difficult for a straight writer to portray a gay character, but says the feedback he's gotten from readers -- gay and straight -- has been mostly positive.

In his spare time, Kellerman is a musician who collects vintage guitars. He once placed the winning online auction bid for a guitar signed by Don Henley and his bandmates from the Eagles; proceeds from the sale were donated to the Jewish Federation of Greater Dallas.

In addition to his novels, Kellerman has written two children's books and three nonfiction books, including Savage Spawn, about the backgrounds and behaviors of child psychopaths.

But for a 1986 television adaptation of When the Bough Breaks, none of Kellerman's work has yet made it to screen. "I wish I could say that Hollywood's beating a path to my door," he said in a Barnes & Noble.com chat in 1998, "but the powers-that-be at the studios don't seem to feel that my books lend themselves to film adaptation. The most frequent problem cited is too much complexity."

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    1. Hometown:
      Beverly Hills, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 9, 1949
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974
    2. Website:

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CHAPTER 1

“I’m not going to shoot you, Dr. Delaware. Even though I should.”

What’s the proper response to something like that?

“Gee thanks, appreciate the discretion.”

“Hope you don’t change your mind.”

“Hmm. Sounds like you’re feeling . . . homicidal.”

When in doubt, say nothing. My job features doubt on a daily basis, but it’s good advice for anyone.

I sat in my chair and crossed my legs in order to appear unperturbed and continued to look into the eyes of the person who’d just threatened my life. In return, I received a serene stare. Not a flicker of regret in the flat brown eyes. Just the opposite: icy contentment.

I’d seen the same creepy, inanimate confidence in the eyes of psychopaths locked up in supermax cells. The person across the room had never been arrested.

None of the usual warning signs had been present. No delusions or command hallucinations, none of the bizarre mannerisms or twitchy volatility that can result from too many crossed wires. No seepage of testosterone leading to unbridled violence.

The person who’d just threatened my life didn’t have much in the way of testosterone.

Her name was Constance Sykes and she preferred to be called Connie. She was forty-four years old, medium build, medium height, blond turning to gray, with a handsome, square-jawed face, a mellow voice, and perfect posture. She’d been a straight-A student, had earned a B.A. in chemistry, Phi Beta Kappa, summa cum laude, followed by an M.D. at a top medical school, then a prestigious internship and residency and board certification in pathology.

She owned and operated a small, private lab in the Valley that specialized in testing for sexually transmitted diseases and arcane infections, drove a Lexus, and lived in a house far too large for one person. Most people would call her wealthy; she described her financial status as “comfortable.”

Every time I’d seen her, including this morning, she’d been well groomed and dressed in quietly fashionable clothing. She wore jewelry but if you spent enough time with her, she’d inevitably remove bracelets and brooches and earrings and stare at them as if they were bits of alien flotsam. Then she’d put them back on, frowning, as if the notion of embellishment was a nuisance but also a responsibility and she was no shirker.

She had her issues, but nothing that had predicted this.

A self-professed loner, Connie Sykes seemed at ease with never having lived with anyone since leaving home for college. Matter-of-factly, she’d let me know she was an expert on self-sustenance, had never needed or wanted or imagined another person in her life.

Until “the baby” came along.

She hadn’t gestated the baby or given birth to the baby but she wanted the baby, felt she deserved to have the baby, had gone to considerable effort and expense to get the baby.

That quest had been doomed from the outset, with or without my input, but I’d been paid to offer an expert opinion on her case and Connie Sykes had just learned that she’d most certainly fail in her claim and she was unaccustomed to losing and someone needed to be blamed.

She’d stirred up needless pain but I felt some sympathy for her. My best friend, a gay homicide detective, describes psychologists as reflexive yeah-sayers. (“Forget Dr. No. You’re Dr. Sure-no-problem.”) Of course, he’s right. If therapists enjoyed deprivation and prohibition, we’d have studied for the clergy or run for office.

I figured if Connie Sykes called, I’d do my best to offer support, maybe smooth the edges.

She didn’t. She just showed up. I had time so I led her to the office.

She entered no differently than before. Settling, straight-backed, butt barely perched on the battered leather sofa the way she always did. Removing her glasses, she placed them in a hard leather case that she dropped into her fine, oversized, Italian drawstring purse and smiled.

I said, “Morning.”

She said, “Is it?”

Then her smile died and she cleared her throat, as if preparing to deliver a well-rehearsed speech, and informed me that she wasn’t going to ready-aim-fire in my direction. Even though she should.

I kept my mouth shut, figured I was coming across calm as the two of us danced the eyeball tango.

Connie Sykes broke first, smoothing her black gabardine slacks and stroking her purse’s whiskey-colored leather. Tapping the bag, she ran her finger over a swell in the leather and smiled wider and waited.

Well-timed comedian, waiting to see if the audience got it.

Implying she’d come with a weapon.

Her finger continued to circle the swell and my heart skipped and my gut churned and the shock must’ve shown on my face.

Connie Sykes laughed. Then she got up and left the office and continued up the hall.

I always walk patients to the front door. I let this patient find her own way out and locked my office door and pressed my ear to oak until I heard the front door close.

I remained inside the office for a while. A shot of Chivas didn’t help much but the passage of time and a shot of rationalization did and eventually I convinced myself she’d just been letting off steam. Given all the court work I’d done, the big surprise was that it hadn’t happened before.

A week and a half passed and when I didn’t hear from her or spot her skulking around my property or receive any anonymous hate mail or field any weird phone messages, I told myself I needed to forget the whole thing.

What I didn’t forget was the battle that had brought Connie Sykes to me in the first place. And while I hoped that she’d file me away as a distant, sour memory, I suspected her loss and grief wouldn’t fade for a long time.

If ever.

CHAPTER 2

When the divorce process begins, some people shoot out of the gate like corrida bulls, itching to inflict damage. Others declare good intentions and delay the attack. A small percentage manage to maintain civility, but the default is guerrilla warfare.

Combatants who have children often end up obsessing on the kids. That includes people who don’t much care about being parents but lie and say that they do. Admitting apathy about your offspring—going public with those fantasies you’ve had for years of divorcing the whole idea of family life—breaks a lot of social rules.

Parents who couldn’t care less about the kids often fight the hardest because it’s all about winning.

In the worst of divorces, children become hand grenades. Allegations of neglect, cruelty, and abuse surface, usually false. But when kids are involved everything needs to be checked out. Those are the cases when the courts call someone like me in to offer wisdom.

There’s another side to my professional life: working with Lieutenant Milo Sturgis on hideous murders.

That’s the easy stuff.

Back when I left Western Pediatric Medical Center and began private practice, I avoided child custody cases, going so far as to refer away patients remotely likely to become embroiled in legal conflicts. I knew that court work was lucrative but I always had plenty of work, and colleagues who’d struggled to work within the system described it as an unpredictable mess cobbled together by a loose confederation of morons and sadists.

Best interests of the child, indeed.

My practice rolled along nicely: mostly good people bringing in mostly good kids with problems that could be handled short-term. The kind of patient load that can make you feel like a hero and who doesn’t like that?

Then a child I was already treating became a custody case. Four-year-old Amy was being raised by a single mother who’d done a fine job, overall, but had come to me for pointers on discipline and development and school placement. The quiet little girl owed her existence to a one-night stand between Mom and a father she’d never met: a then-married, former Washington State trooper fired for taking bribes and suspected of worse.

Said dad had never been in Amy’s life nor had he paid a penny of child support. Amy’s mom had filed for payments but had never pushed; she was making do and the status quo seemed fine.

One evening her doorbell rang and there he was, trying to grope her and kiss her, leering smugly when she backed away as he served her with papers for a joint custody suit. Recently divorced, he’d been denied contact with his other two children, had been spottily employed since being booted from law enforcement, decided it was time to “get involved with the kid. She kind of looks like me, anyway.”

You’d think there’d be no chance of his muscling into Amy’s life. You wouldn’t be counting on the morons and the sadists.

“Dad” had hired a lawyer with an aggressive streak and that legal eagle had brought in a psychologist whose wordy report strongly recommended fifty-fifty joint physical and legal “sharing,” which would entail Amy flying between L.A. and Spokane on a weekly basis. All in “the obvious best psychosocial interests of this child.”

The author of that bit of brilliance, a woman named Joan Mort, hadn’t met Amy or her mother, relying, instead, upon “well-documented research data on the deleterious effects of paternal absence, particularly for prepubescent girls.”

Amy’s mother was already scrimping to pay for therapy so I took the court case gratis and wrote my own report. The judge, one of those jurists who actually reads what lands on his desk, called for a meeting in chambers with both attorneys and both experts.

I encountered Dr. Joan Mort as she walked up the court corridor. An older woman with a slight walleye and all the right paper credentials, she had a bouncy step and one of those soft, pseudo-sweet therapy voices that cloys quickly. She gripped my hand with both of hers, said it was a pleasure to meet me, had appreciated my input. As if we were both on the same team.

Once inside, she volunteered to go first. Speaking slowly and clearly, in a well-practiced academic tone that drew heavily on jargon, she managed to couch the absurdity of her argument with apparent scholarship. Made delivering a four-year-old to the mercies of a felonious stranger sound almost reasonable.

Flipping the final page of her report, she patted my hand and smiled reassuringly.

Your turn, sonny boy.

I began with a point-by-point refutation of her little oration, keeping my voice even as I slid into a side lecture on quacks and whores-for-hire willing to say anything for a fee. Using temperate language, of course. (“Superficial so-called evaluations that fail to pay attention to the patient nudge up against scientific and ethical boundaries, at best. At worst they cross those boundaries in a highly destructive manner. I find that inexcusable in any case but particularly destructive and cruel when a child’s well-being is at stake.”)

Mort and the lawyer who was paying her blanched. So did Amy’s mom’s attorney.

But the judge was working hard at not grinning. Thanking everyone, he adjourned the meeting. Joan Mort marched ahead of everyone and I thought she’d lost some bounce in her step.

The following morning the judge called and asked if we could meet.

“May I ask why, Your Honor?”

“I’d like to talk to you.”

“About Amy?”

“No, that’s resolved. In a manner that won’t make you unhappy. I’d like to discuss some general issues. If you need to be paid for your time, the court’s got a little discretionary fund.”

“No need,” I said, “but you can buy lunch.”

We met at a steak house near the downtown court building, a place Milo frequents when he’s testifying or meeting with deputy D.A.’s. His waistline-busting approach to nutrition features enough red meat to feed a bunkhouse full of ranch hands and I’ve never seen him leave with a doggie bag. The judge, a trim man in his sixties, nibbled a six-ounce rib eye and sipped a martini and told me he liked my style and would appreciate my joining the panel of custody evaluators employed by the court.

I said, “Is Joan Mort on the panel?”

“She is.”

“Then forget it.”

“It’s a list, Dr. Delaware. No list is perfect.”

“Granted, but that’s a club I’m not interested in joining.”

“High standards.”

“I try.”

“Hmm,” he said. “You don’t hem and haw like most shrinks.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“So you won’t consider it? You really should, precisely because of people like Mort. There’s work to be done refining the system.”

“I’m sure there is but I’m happy with my practice and I really don’t want to dive into the . . .”

The word I’d been thinking of was “muck” but while I groped for a more appetite-friendly synonym, he said, “Cesspool? Hell, yeah, it can stink to high heaven. But here’s the thing: In a few weeks I’m going to be appointed presiding judge and I’m thinking I can clean things up. Why not help me, Doctor?”

“By targeting the bad ones? I’m not a henchman.”

“No, no, I’m not asking you to break some code of silence. Just do good work consistently and help raise our standards. Right now the only cases I’m able to ensure get done right are my own. Once I’m presiding I’ll theoretically have more control, but in truth, I won’t once the other judges get their assignments. Because each of us is a despot in his or her courtroom. One of my esteemed colleagues would have to rape a goat in the hall to get bounced.”

The image made me smile. “The corridors of justice takes on a new meaning.”

“Ha.”

I said, “Why bother with one new psychologist?”

“Because it’s a start. There are other decent evaluators, even some on the panel. But I’ve never seen anything quite like your level of . . . assertiveness. We can use some serious cojones.”

“Flattered, Your Honor, but—”

“Steve’s fine.”

“Legal work’s just not my thing, Steve.”

Shrugging, he sliced steak into little trapezoids, ate and drank. A few moments later: “How about this, Alex: You won’t need to join the panel, we’ll start with me referring cases to you directly. And encouraging my brighter colleagues to do the same. You’ll never end up looking like a trial slut because you’ll be working for the court, not the parties. As an objective finder of fact.”

“All that from the discretionary fund?”

“No, you’ll be reimbursed like everyone else.”

“By the parties.”

“Fifty-fifty, so there’ll be no favoritism.”

“Steve, when people pay bills, they start to feel entitled.”

“I’ll make the rules clear.”

“On top of that, the bills would be substantial,” I said. “Because I think the usual approach—brief interview, a few psych tests, boilerplate report—is a joke. The right way takes time and time is money.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2014

    Frustration with Barnes & Noble Nook New Releases

    This has nothing to do with the book. I wish I could read it on my Nook. I preordered and BN charged my credit card. It is now after 4PM and the new book is still not available on my nook. This is not the first time that BN has done this with new releases.

    26 out of 58 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2014

    People are ridiculously picky and whiny.

    As usual this JK novel was as good as ever. The reader who said that this wasn't really a novel made me chuckle. What is it then? It is either a novel or non-fiction. Granted, when an author has written 29 novels, some will be clunkers and others will be terrific. When in doubt about reading a prolific author, wait awhile and ask for opinions from friends or librarians. And if a comma annoys you, just stop reading this author. Maybe you should read Patricia Cornwell instead; then you'd really have something to whine about. I stopped reading her redundant, repetitious clunkers ten books ago.
    This novel? Keep bringing us more Alex and Milo with their witty, intelligent banter.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2014

    Lately, it seems as if Kellerman is bored with his Alex Delaware

    Lately, it seems as if Kellerman is bored with his Alex Delaware series. Again, with this book, Killer, the plot has much potential, but I wouldn't call it a "novel". It's an easy, quick read, not a very in-depth story, formulaic, and fairly predictable. I'm left with the feeling that the author has gotten lazy and is just short of "phoning it in". Jonathan Kellerman is so much better than this, and I wish he would return to the writer he used to be.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2014

    Great Story

    Really liked the story. Liked new characters too. Only thing is the Robin character, somehow annoying & one dimensional. How about she takes a hike & Milo & Alex finally get together where they belong.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2014

    Very goog read

    Good as usual. Enjoy Alex and Milo on their adventure. Liked it alot. Kat

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 25, 2014

    Mr. Kellerman seems to be going downhill. This book eased up ju

    Mr. Kellerman seems to be going downhill. This book eased up just above the tree line, hovered there for most of the book, and then gently came back down. It was like ho-hum. I had to take a break in the middle and read another book. Then after finally finishing, I read Robert Crais's new book and felt even more adamant that I'll have to put Mr. Kellerman on the back burner for a while.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2014

    Far from Kellermans better work

    Flat tale rendered with little enthusiasim. Kellerman continues to misuse the comma and it just sets my teeth on edge. Has he never heard of the semi colon? Or of the idea of breaking an unwieldy sentence into two or more smaller ones?

    2 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 25, 2014

    Highly Recommended

    As always, Kellerman gets you from the beginning. Describes characters and places so you feel like you there. A book you don't want to put down until you get to the final chapter.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014

    Another excellent book by Jonathan Kellerman

    I highly recommend this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 2, 2014

    Highly recommend. Good read as usual.

    I just recommend this book as well as any of his books.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2014

    A good Alex Delaware book

    I enjoy this series of books. This one was a little anticlimactic a the end but another good book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 28, 2014

    Great book to read.

    Jonathan Kellerman has done it again with Alex Delaware. Such twist and turns as always with his books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2014

    highly recommend

    I always love reading Jonathan Kellerman - book is worth reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2014

    Crookeds bio

    Dark brown with tan stripes. Big gruff strong and gender fluid. Secretly girl. Bi. He him pronouns.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2014

    Foxfurys bio 2.0

    Name: foxfury age: 16 catyears color: firey red all over but tail tip and feet. Gender: female status: novice likes: embraceing her dark side dislikes: being ignored, elders, being told what to do

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2014

    Vipor bio.

    Moti res one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2014

    Lightingstike's Bio and Rules

    Bio:
    Name: Lightingstike
    Age: 18 in cat years
    Color: light gray
    Gender: Male
    Status: Leader
    Likes: Killing
    Dislikes: Good Clans

    Rules:
    1. Go over to camp at res 2 and tell them that you are joining. Then, come over here at res 1 to post your bio.
    2. BIOS HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS.
    Name:
    Age: (Put the age in cat years)
    Color:
    Gender:
    Status or Rank:
    Likes:
    Dislikes:
    You can add other stuff, like mates or friends, but It has to start off like that. IF YOU DON'T DO THAT, THEN YOU CAN'T JOIN. You can join when your bio is done like this.
    3. Status or Ranks are listed below.
    Apprentice: (For cats who are younger than 1 year in cat years, training cats)
    Novice: (For cats who are older than 1 year in cat years, training cats)
    Cat Assassin: (Cats who have completed training)
    Duperdy: (Co leader, only can there be 2)
    Leader: (Leader of the Cat Assassins, only 1 can be leader)
    4. We raid camps for pisinoners and terroritay, but kill cats for food.
    5. For cats who have killing jobs for us, we have pirces sep up on who you want us to kill. They are below.
    Kits: 5 pirces of fresh kill
    Apprentices: 8 pirces of fresh kill
    Warriors: 15 pirces of fresh kill
    Elders: 17 pirces of fresh kill
    Leaders: 20 pirces of fresh kill
    If you don't give us the amount of fresh kill that you have to pay, we will kill you. And, I meant it.
    Thats all for today! Bye Bye!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2014

    Silverthroat

    Bio at "star wars revenge"Part BloodClan, this is just her bounty hunters group.

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  • Posted August 21, 2014

    Kellerman is getting his groove back

    After a few less than stellar novels, Kellerman has returned to top form with his new book. Alex Delaware and his (more interesting) friend, Milo Sturgis are back in fine form investigating the murder of ice queen and major narcissist, Connie Sykes, a wealthy doctor who decides she would make a better parent for her niece than the baby's own mother, Dr. Sykes's hippy sister. After the sister disappears, Kellerman takes readers on a twisting journey filled with red herrings to get to the bottom of both the murder and the disappearance. Readers who enjoy Alex Delaware novels but who have been disappointed lately will be happy with this latest effort.

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  • Posted August 16, 2014

    A struggle to finish and a test of this readers endurance. Makes

    A struggle to finish and a test of this readers endurance. Makes you wonder if author's get paid by the number of words the use in a novel.  
    Did not really care for any of the new characters, soi did not really care what happened to them as a result.  I gueess every author writes a stinker once in awhile and this is yours Mr. Kellewrman.

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