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A suspenseful novel crackling with murder, love, and betrayal -- introducing the smart young detective Jamie Ferrara.In this One Life to Live tie-in novel, Jamie Ferrara is a spunky, attractive detective engaged to Rod Wolenski, the Chief of Detectives and her boss, and still living with her retired cop father and spacey rock guitarist brother. When a dear old friend dies in a grotesque holiday accident, Jamie is pulled into a homicide investigation in her small New Jersey hometown, and reunited with the friends and secrets she left behind. There's Barclay, now a rich womanizing developer; Pudge, a funny man who owns a local restaurant; Amanda, a gorgeous and promiscuous young widow; and Garth McBride, the boy who broke Jamie's heart. At the funeral Pudge reminds Jamie that the death was mysteriously similar to the murder dreamed up a decade ago by their secret "killing club," formed when they were high school misfits who spent their free time thinking up ingenious ways to murder the people they despised. Seeking the truth about her friend's death, Jamie finds more questions than answers. As she battles her superiors, who tell her the similarity is a mere coincidence, and her own conscience -- as she's not clear which friends to trust -- she discovers that her heart is once again tugged by her feelings for Garth and that the evidence might be leading her to the most horrific truth imaginable.The Killing Club is a suspenseful page-turner that will leave readers riveted -- and hungry for more.
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The authors of this elaborate thriller-spoof are an odd team: Walsh is a fictional character from the soap opera One Life to Live and Edgar-winner Malone is the ABC show's former head writer. The book has nothing to do with the TV program or its characters. Marcie herself isn't even a character. But on the actual television soap, the character Marcie will be writing a book-this book-as part of the show, and there will be eerie echoes of Marcie's plot-this plot-on the show. The book's heroine is 20-something Jamie Ferrara, a police homicide detective in the small New Jersey town of Gloria. When one of Jamie's high school buddies is killed in what looks like an accident, Jamie is reminded that during her senior year, she and the victim belonged to the Killing Club, in which members designed strategies for killing people they didn't like. When Jamie realizes that the accident victim invented his own murder scenario, she starts investigating. Walsh/Malone craft an interesting plot spiced up by the Peyton Place-like antics of Gloria's residents. At one point, Jamie asks herself, "Was there anybody in Gloria... who wasn't cheating on a spouse?" Kind of like Llanview, where One Life to Live takes place. If "author" Walsh is killed off on OLTL, she can always make a new career writing readable, enjoyable mysteries, as long as she teams up with Malone. Agent, Peter Matson at Sterling Lord Literistic. (Mar.) Forecast: Cross-promotion (or call it cross-pollination?) with ABC should attract curious One Life to Live fans. At the other end of the spectrum, Walsh/Malone might spark some publishing biz gossip with their transgression of book-world boundaries. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Detective Sergeant Jamie Ferrara suspects that her former high school chum's death by fire was not accidental. Friend Ben belonged to the "killing club," a school group of misfits who wrote down imaginary murder scenarios: now he has died according to his own fiction. Attempting to convince her superiors of murder, Jamie looks into the deaths of other members, notifies surviving members of the club including a still attractive ex-love interest, and otherwise investigates. Marcie Walsh, played by Kathy Brier, is a popular character on the television soap opera One Life To Live, so this readable, entertaining effort should find wide readership. [As part of a tie-in promotion, the book has been integrated into the show's plot, and fans will see Marcie writing the book-Ed.] Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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In what's got to be a first for a fictional character, Walsh, the police station receptionist on One Life to Live, has "collaborated" with OLTL head writer Malone (The Last Noel, 2002, etc.) on a mystery published in the world outside the realm of daytime drama. It's the week before Christmas in Gloria, New Jersey, and Det. Sgt. Giovanna Lucia Ferrara is good and spooked by a blast from her past. Back when Jamie Ferrara was in Hart High School, she banded together with other misfits to form the Killing Club, whose members salved their social slights by competing to imagine the most inventive and undetectable ways to kill their enemies. Now insurance broker Ben Tymosz has died in a fall that started a house fire-exactly the method he'd described for murdering somebody else under cover of accident. And Jamie's started to get notes quoting dialogue from the movie Halloween, beginning with "Death has come to your little town, Sheriff." Does this mean that Killing Club member Shawn Tarrini's fatal one-car crash a few weeks ago wasn't an accident after all, or that Lyall Hillier, the charter Club member who committed suicide back in high school, isn't really dead? OLTL's producers promise to spin the tale of Marcie Walsh's authorship and its eerie complications over a whole year of the series. It's a gimmick that sounds more ingenious than any of the warmed-over devices on display here.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786890941
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 2/28/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.87 (d)

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THE KILLING CLUB

BASED ON A STORY BY JOSH GRIFFITH
By MARCIE WALSH MICHAEL MALONE

HYPERION

Copyright © 2005 Gads Hill LLC and Babcock Productions
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4013-0156-8


Chapter One

JAMIE

Here's the idea, Christmas comes but once a year. In Gloria, New Jersey, it comes for five months. Red-nosed reindeer are running across the roofs as soon as the ghosts come off the porches. Christmas trees get dragged out to the curb, dumping a trail of tinsel and needles, after the Valentine candy goes on display at Solly's Drugs. In Gloria, the good parents hide Santa's loot in the crawl space by late September and they're still paying for it in July.

I'm Jamie Ferrara, Giovanna Lucia Ferrara. No kids, not married, less than a year to go before I'm thirty. People don't think that I'm Italian, both sides, because I have blue eyes and strawberry-blond hair. But my family's stayed 100 percent Italian since they first came to this harbor town. They were here when the mayor changed its name from Deep Port back in 1927. Gloria was the mayor's wife's name. The high school where we all went was named after her too, Gloria Hart High School. We figured the mayor must have really loved his wife, although from her picture in the hallway it was hard to tell why.

A lot of us who went to Hart still live in Gloria, even if we're always saying that someday we're going to leave. I'm one of that any-day-now set. For me, there're not many strangers here. So driving along River Street, I knew Pudge Salerno was headed back from the planning board meeting when I saw him park his new Lexus in front of his family restaurant. I knew the Virgin Mary and Joseph had gone to Dockside Tavern to warm up when I passed the gazebo on Etten Green. They'd left a sign hanging on the manger wall: BACK IN TEN MINUTES. There was no one left guarding the wooden Jesus in the creche but two plywood shepherds, a plastic camel and a cow. No one was going to steal him either; he had a bicycle chain around his belly.

It was a Friday, early December, bone-cold, dirty snow frozen in lumps in the gutters. A nasty wind was flapping through that one crack, right at the back of my neck, in the canvas top of my Mustang. I admit it, a 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT-500 is not a practical car. But I like my convertible, and life is short. I was about to be reminded of that lousy fact.

I'd been in court all day, testifying for the state in an aggravated assault case, and now I was headed for a birthday dinner with Rod Wolenski, chief of detectives at Gloria Police Department (GPD). Rod moved to town five years ago from Philly. He's my boss. For three years, he's been my fiance too. The same everybody who disapproves of my Mustang-and that's various relatives, including my older brother-thinks a three-year engagement is two years too long. In Gloria, girls from Italian families get married before they're thirty, even if the girls are detective sergeants who love their jobs. Especially if the girl could marry a good-looking man from a Catholic family who, while not Italian, was not out of a job, not an alcoholic and not already married to somebody else. Seven months till my deadline.

I was a little early for our reservation at the Ironworks Inn so I headed west, away from downtown and the river, and drove to a mid-nineties subdivision called Glen Valley (there was not much glen, and no valley in it). I wanted to take a look at what Ben Tymosz had done to his house this year. I'd been thinking about Ben today because of an odd phone call from him that afternoon. I'd known him since we were teenagers but we had never been close and I don't think I'd said ten words to him in the last couple of years. So his phoning and making a formal appointment to come see me in my office the following morning had felt odd, especially since he wouldn't tell me what he wanted to talk about.

In Gloria, Ben is famous for his Christmas show; it spreads from his roof down across his yard, covering the small lawn in plastic icicles, wreaths, reindeer, elves, nutcrackers, Victorian carolers, giant candles and peppermint sticks, all rigged to blink in waves of red, white, blue, green, orange, red, white, blue, green, orange. It's about as tasteful as an Atlantic City casino, and uses about as much electricity.

So when I first saw the sky, I didn't think fire; I thought, wow, Ben's really outdone himself this year. He was always a believer; we were already in fifth grade when he socked Garth McBride for saying there was no such thing as Santa Claus. Now Ben played Santa for the Rotarians in a plastic igloo in Appleton Mall. Shopping with my nephew, Clay, I'd seen Ben there in full costume a week ago, telling a long line of kids that if they were good, they'd get what they wanted. Clay, thirteen, had laughed. "Yeah, sure." In Ben's case, it was hard to argue with Clay's pessimism: Ben had wanted to go to college on a football scholarship and had never made it. He'd wanted to live in one of the big houses on the river and never got there. "Just not good enough," he used to tell us and nobody had argued with him.

Turning into Glen Valley, I could see the smoke, then smell it. As soon as I took the right onto Windsor Lane, I knew it was Ben's house on fire. When I saw how bad it was, my hands went hot on the wheel. Our big red ladder truck and the pumper had pulled up onto the lawn. Black and whites blocked off the street. Neighbors stood watching from the sidewalks. EMS was in the driveway and two paramedics were lifting a gurney with a body lumped on it into the back of the van. Half of the bright yellow, two-story clapboard Colonial was a charred shell. Firemen were still hauling out wet sooty furniture. Everything was steaming in the frozen air.

I drove past a brand-new black Mercedes sedan, still with its dealer plates, across the street. The guy who owned it was talking on his cell phone in the driver's seat. I recognized the aggressively handsome profile of Barclay Ober, who'd built Glen Valley. I wondered why he was there.

Nearby, my fiance, Rod, was walking the chief of police to his car. Even in a New Jersey suburb, there was something about Rod's way of walking that made him look like he was headed through an open stretch of dusty sagebrush to rope a wild horse. Chief Warren Waige depended on Rod. But Rod gave everybody that feeling-that you could lean on him and he wouldn't fall over.

The chief drove away as I got close enough to shout out the window, "Rod! Is it bad?"

He nodded, hands hunched in his suede jacket pockets.

I called again: "Is it Ben?"

He nodded.

For our date at the Ironworks, I was wearing a short dress under my parka, and I was tripping in the hard snow in red Ferragamo knockoffs that spend most of their time in a box on my closet shelf. It was a rare enough sight for my fellow GPD detective Danny Ventura to grab the flattened fire hose, shake it at me from between his legs and whistle. "Hey, Giovanna Lucia, you're a girl!"

"Give it a rest, Danny." I threw him the finger. It didn't mean as much with my padded gloves on.

He made a kissing face. Danny Ventura and I had gone out once, years ago, when I first joined GPD. Once was enough. He was good-looking in a sleazy sort of way. He was a good detective too, though not a smart one, but dogged and observant. Everything else about him-well, let's leave it at that.

Rod told Danny to back off. Danny did. Rod is his boss too.

"You catch it on the radio?" Rod pulled me under his arm and hugged me. He's lanky, but as solid as a tree. He's close to a foot taller than I am.

"No, I was just driving by. How bad is it?"

"Bad." Rod still wears his hair longer than the current style. Most people in Gloria are a little behind the times. I could smell the smoke in his hair when he said, "Ben's dead."

I'd figured somebody was, from what was on the gurney. "Oh lesus. Megan and the girls?"

"No. We couldn't find anybody else in the house. Haven't reached her."

"Electrical?"

He walked me over to the front walk, guiding me out of the snow patches into which my heels were slipping. "Looks like he fell down his basement steps, went down probably because some fuses blew. Kicked over a gas can. I'm sorry, baby. I know you two go back."

"God, Ben?" I watched the bulk of the body bag sliding through the white doors. "Ben Tymosz? In a basement? I still think of Ben three feet off the ground."

As I said it, I was thinking back to a night almost a dozen years ago. Hunched on the sidelines of a scruffy football field in a rainy December, I was pointing a beaten-up zoom lens at a teenager with Tymosz on the back of his jersey. He was twisting his thick body high in the air in the end zone, his pockmarked face earnest, his big hands red and raw around the football. Touchdown!

HART HIGH SCHOOL CHAMPS! flapped the banner over Main Street until that April, although the truth was, we lost that final game. And, like I say, Ben didn't make it through college. And he hadn't been very good at selling insurance either. And we'd run out of things to talk about and had lost touch.

I felt bad about it all, standing there looking at the sign Ben had stuck in his lawn for his daughters: SANTA, STOP HERE. KATHIE AND KRISTIE HAVE BEEN GOOD ALL YEAR.

"Not sure I follow you, three feet off the ground." Rod had that puzzled look he gets sometimes when I forget that he can't be as inside my head as I am.

"Football. Ben was the running back for Hart High. For a big guy he could jump."

Rod nodded, hugged me again, headed me toward the blackened house.

"So what's Barclay Ober doing here?" I pointed at the Mercedes across the street. Barclay was a local, around my age, but rich, really rich. He'd married my sister.

"Ober called it in." Rod and I looked at the man in the hundred-thousand-plus car as he finished his cell phone call. "Said he was driving by, dropping his son off at a friend's, saw flames shoot out of the basement window, Ben's car was in the drive, so he called 911."

"He didn't try to get in the house, do something maybe?" I don't like Barclay Ober. My sister, Gina, would have been thirty-one, like Barclay, two years older than I am, but she'd died a week before her twenty-sixth birthday. Cancer. Clay, her only child, was eight years old when she died. We had to drag him out of my dad's attic to take him to the funeral. Later I found out Barclay was cheating on Gina the last year of her life. It didn't surprise me.

I looked at the burned front door, hacked off its hinges, thrown over the juniper shrubs. Rod said, "Barclay tried to get in but it was locked. He broke a window and was about to crawl through when the whole thing just blew. With the wind, it went fast."

"Yeah? So he sat in his Mercedes."

"Okay, well, let's give him a break, Jamie."

I headed toward the car. Barclay saw me and waved like we'd run into each other at the beach. But then he drove quickly away, though I suspected he knew I was coming over to talk to him.

Nobody had been able to reach Ben's wife, Megan. The woman next door said the two Tymosz girls had gone to a birthday party with her daughter. The neighbor was going to take them over to Ben's mother's house until we could find Megan and tell her the news.

The house stank of burned furniture. I recognized most of the volunteer firemen dragging it out of the living room. There were too many stuffed chairs and couches, most of them velour. Too many knickknacks. Framed family photos. Dozens of kitschy clocks (one of a lighthouse, one of Betty Boop). Assorted teddy bears now wearing Santa hats. A charred spruce tree, eight feet tall, ornaments and lights melted to the branches, lay on the wet carpet of the pine-paneled family room. Already at its base, piles of wrapped presents, safe in fire-retardant metallic paper. A recliner in front of a huge television. Dinner on a tray on the seat. It was probably pepperoni pizza.

I looked down into the black hole that had been the basement. The bottom of the steps and most of the rail were burned completely away.

I asked Rod, "Are you here because the fire guys suspect something?" As chief of detectives, he headed all divisions, including arson. "Insurance? Fire got out of hand?"

"No. Just checking. Looks like an accident." If things had to go wrong, Rod preferred them to be accidents. He'd come to Gloria after ten years in Center City Philadelphia, where he'd worked at the job that burned him out and brought him to a small town where he had some distant relatives. He'd been running a South Philly youth bureau, dealing with criminal offenders seventeen or younger, lust hearing his stories was rough.

Our volunteer fire marshal came over. He had a report ready to write tip about what they figured had happened to Ben.

One of the giant stars on the Tymosz roof blew, shorting out the reindeer lights. Inside, the house went dark. Ben lost ESPN from the overload; according to the neighbor, Ben's lights blew almost every Christmas. He felt in the dark, lit a couple of holiday candles, headed for the basement circuit breaker box, tripped on something at the top of the stairs, fell, kicked over a can of lawn mower gas. He was knocked out and the fire had a field day in the combustible junk heaped against the basement walls.

Rod signed off on how GVFD (Gloria Volunteer Fire Department) was going to write up its report and then the marshal went away.

I didn't like the theory. "Why wouldn't he get a flashlight?"

Rod shrugged. "Maybe he couldn't find one. Those dumb Christmas candles were all over the place."

"You're going with accident?"

"Accident, Jamie."

"I didn't tell you this, but Ben called me out of the blue today, wanted to talk to me tomorrow."

"About what?"

"He didn't say."

"Accident. Jamie, rein it in." As Rod looked up at the burned-out ceiling, the tilt of his face let you see the little bit of Leni-Lenape Indian in his wide cheeks and strong nose. It was a good face. Robert Dominick Wolenski is a thoughtful, fair-minded man, and that's not a bad thing in a chief of detectives. But if he always thinks everything's an accident for as long as he can, I figure I'm paid to consider the other possibility. I tell him it seems like a reasonable basis for a marriage.

"Hello there, Jamie. You gotta be cold." It was Gert Anderssen, our GPD medical examiner. "Watch your step in those silly shoes." Gert's sixty, and six feet tall. She still has the blue-eyed gaze and broad-shouldered body you can see in her old photos. She didn't wear silly shoes forty years ago either, when she transferred to U Penn from a college in Sweden and by the next spring had won the national women's heptathlon. She is a really good medical examiner-sharp, patient, creative-and had somehow managed to hang on to kindness after a lifetime of cutting open dead bodies.

She tapped the back of her head. "This was not the inhalation. This was the cranial blunt force."

Continues...


Excerpted from THE KILLING CLUB by MARCIE WALSH MICHAEL MALONE Copyright © 2005 by Gads Hill LLC and Babcock Productions. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2006

    Good concept, poor delivery

    I am an avid reader, and a speed reader, but I found that difficult in with this book. The reason was that the natural flow that most authors have was not the case in this book. I found myself having to reread sentences to understand what was being said due to poorly placed punctuation. The story and concepts were fantastic, but the writing was mediocre at best. I believe this could have been a superb book if written better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2005

    This Book Rox my Sox!

    This book was amazing to me. My mom is a OLTL fan and got me into it as well. I may be only 14, but I read very big mysteries. Marcie Walsh is one of my favorite characters on OLTL, so I was really excited that I got to read her book. I hope she has more books out soon. Also, please look for my books in about 4, 5 years. I'm writing as Crystal Frost. Anyways...this book was, to me, a great read. I read it in two days because I had high school. If I didn't have school, I would've been done in a day or so.

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    Random

    I was walking out my local library and say this book on sale for 10 cents and bought it and loved it

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    Posted June 11, 2007

    Havent I finished this novel yet?

    As I read the novel, I feel as if I am floating through a story where even the author has no idea what is going to happen next. The basic plot seems to be excellent, but somehow, somewhere, everything else faded. I havent finished the book yet, but I will, as I have a rule - always read a book to the finish. This time however, this rule is a hard one to follow. Again GREAT PLOT, but what happened?

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    Posted April 2, 2007

    A reviewer

    Do you like the kind of books that keep you wanting more and you never know who¿s going to die next? The Killing Club by Marcie Walsh will keep you on your toes waiting for the next victim. This book will keep you guessing who the murder or murders are. The Killing Club is a fiction book with protagonist and antagonist characters. The major theme in The Killing Club is it is Man VS Man and a little Man VS Society. The antagonist is a detective named Jamie and the protagonist is the killer. The antagonist is trying to bring down the protagonist and put him in jail for murder. The antagonist is a simple character, like a hero because she put murders away and justice is solved. The protagonist is a more of a complex character because you can only say so much about him he is more of a mysterious character. The protagonist leaves hardly any evidence when he kills his victims so it¿s hard for the antagonist Jamie to get a lead on the case. The setting in this book is really important. If the setting was some were else it wouldn¿t really work that good as a story structure. The setting is in a small town and along a river. The setting makes the story feel real because everyone that lives there knows everyone and the people don¿t know who the killer is, but it¿s some one that they once grew up with. A couple of kids in the town made up the group called the killing club when they were in high school. Now they are older and its like 10 years later, and in the club they had a death book were they would write how they wanted to kill someone and now there are being killed like the way they planed on killing someone. Jamie has to prove at first that the killings are no accidents, that they are actually the stories from the death book. The author likes to use flashbacks to let the readers understand what is going on. When he use the flashbacks, it builds up a small story plot to explain how all the stuff happen back 10 years ago and how it relates now. The author use for shadowing to keep the reader on their feet and to emphasize something exciting is going to happen. The book is through the eyes of a 1st person character. The antagonist is telling the story through her eyes and explaining the characters. I think that this was the best way to tell the story it really kept the reader interested in whom the killer was. I think the author did a really good job writing this book The Killing Club. I like how someone in every other chapter died or something exciting happens. The author really keeps the story going, and you are surprised by the identity of the killer. I didn¿t like how there was so many little characters in the first couple chapters. This was a really good murder mystery and I give it a thumb¿s up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2006

    Not what I expected

    I read this book because I'm a big OLTL fan, but it was not at all what I expected. I was actually very dissapointed the writer did not do the research that was needed for this type of book. I love Marcie Walsh, but after this book :(

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2005

    This author is lazy

    What should have been a pretty good read is marred by the author's lack of research into some technical points. It is obvious the author has no knowledge of firearms. He refers to a .380 Python at one point. The .380 caliber is a semi-auto round. The Python is a .357 Magnum caliber revolver. His description of the protagonist's firearm is absurd, again mixing semi-auto and revolver features into a fictional gun that any self respecting cop wouldn't be caught dead with even if it could be produced. He also goofed up on the description of the Maglite flashlight that the protagonist uses, stating its power as 200 watts. Flashlight power is not measured in watts, but rather candle power. It would have taken the author a very short time on the internet to research police firearms and flashlights, but he is obviously too lazy to worry. He just assumes that since he is igorant of these things that everyone else must be as well. I've subtracted one star from my rating due to the author's refusal to do basic research on subjects he has little or no knowledge of.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2005

    Great Fast Read Mystery

    This book, as the previous reviewer said, was very easy to read. It was fast. I finished it in about a day. The reason that I finished it so fast though, was because I couldn't put it down. This book is good for someone that doesn't have that much time to read but wants a good mystery.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2005

    Pleasantly surprised

    I had no expectations going into the reading of this book. I am a OLTL fan so of course I was intrigued. I found the book to be a very easy read. I found it very difficult to put down. I did guess the killer early but then while I would read futher there were enough plot twists to keep making me change my mind and jump to other conclusions, which to me is what makes a mytery novel interesting for me.

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