Name Withheld (J. P. Beaumont Series #13)

Name Withheld (J. P. Beaumont Series #13)

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by J. A. Jance

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An explosive novel of betrayal and blood vengeance from the New York Times bestselling author of Long Time Gone.

There are those who don't deserve to live -- and the corpse floating in Elliot Bay may have been one of those people. Not surprisingly, many individuals -- too many, in fact -- are eager to take


An explosive novel of betrayal and blood vengeance from the New York Times bestselling author of Long Time Gone.

There are those who don't deserve to live -- and the corpse floating in Elliot Bay may have been one of those people. Not surprisingly, many individuals -- too many, in fact -- are eager to take responsibility for the brutal slaying of the hated biotech executive whose alleged crimes ranged from the illegal trading of industrial secrets to rape. For Seattle Detective J.P. Beaumont -- who's drowning in his own life-shattering problems -- a case of seemingly justifiable homicide has sinister undertones, drawing the haunted policeman into a corporate nightmare of double deals, savage jealousies, and real blood spilled far too easily, as it leads him closer to a killer he's not sure he wants to find.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Investigating the shooting death of a man whose corpse is found in Elliott Bay, Seattle homicide detective J.P. Beaumont, seen last in Lying in Wait, turns up an excess of suspects. Nobody grieves when the victim is identified. An executive at biotechnology start-up company, he had been involved in everything from corporate power grabs to rape. The rape victim's aunt, a local antiques dealer, confesses and demands to be arrested; the dead man's boss declares himself a prime suspect. Meanwhile, a woman-possibly the murder victim's wife-is found shot to death. The one person who may understand what's happening, a wheelchair-bound PI, vanishes. Faced with these puzzles, Beaumont also confronts personal problems: his ex-wife is dying of cancer; his sometime partner remains jealous of Beau's independent wealth; and a social worker seems to be trumping up charges of child abuse against him. Juggling these elements with her usual sure hand, Jance also controls a supporting cast that ranges from diabolical to dotty. The big finish, when Beaumont and his unlikely allies battle the killer, by itself deserves a movie sale. (Jan.)
Emily Melton
Seattle cop J. P. Beaumont is a renegade. Not only does he play by his own rules, but he's also not particularly macho: sensitive, polite (at least, usually), and very politically correct. His latest case starts with the discovery of a "floater" dredged out of the water on New Year's Eve. The victim is a prominent biotech executive who died, not by drowning, but from a bullet hole in the back of the head. Two more bloodied corpses show up, J. P. finds out that the biotech company was down the tubes, and one of Seattle's more prominent citizens confesses to the murders. Then J. P. finds out that his ex-wife is dying of cancer and that some overeager social worker is trying to prove he's a pedophile. It's enough to make anybody crazy--even the usually cool J. P. The story's a little thin on plot, but readers won't mind because J. P. is such a likable fellow, struggling with life's ups and downs just like the rest of us, and in his own way, shaking his fist at fate.
The Oregonian (Portland)
“One of the country’s most popular writers.”
Orlando Sentinel
“Credible and entertaining.”
Washington Times
“J.A. Jance does not disappoint her fans.”
Dallas Morning News
“Suspenseful, action-packed.”
Entertainment Weekly
“Taut . . . entertaining.”
Praise for J.A. Jance:“Jance delivers a devilish page-turner.”

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Name Withheld
A J.P. Beaumont Mystery

Chapter One

I was showered, dressed, and had rousted the girls out of bed for breakfast when the telephone rang at eight-ten the next morning. We had planned a New Year's Day outing to the Woodland Park Zoo, but a call from Seattle P.D. immediately put that plan in jeopardy.

"Happy New Year," Sergeant Chuck Grayson said jovially. "Hope I didn't wake you."

Murder doesn't necessarily observe holidays, so even on New Year's Day, Homicide Squad shifts had to be covered. As a single man with no local family obligations and a take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward football, I had volunteered to be on call the first of January. That was long before I had accepted an overnight baby-sitting assignment with Heather and Tracy.

"Happy New Year to you, too," I answered. "I may be up, but I'm not necessarily at 'em. What's going on?"

'We've got a floater right there in your neighborhood. Just off Pier Seventy," Grayson answered. "Since if s just down the hill from Belltown Terrace, I thought it might save time if you went there directly, rather than coming down here first."

Sure thing," I said. "No problem."

I put down the phone and turned back to the girls, who were happily shoveling their way through bowls of Frosted Flakes. Under Amy's diplomatic influence, Ron Peters has somewhat modified his stringent health food stance, but from the ecstatic greeting the girls had given my box of sugar-coated cereal, I had to assume that for them, Frosted Flakes were a rare and welcome treat.

"You have to go to work, right?" Tracy asked, sighing in disappointment.

"Yes." I drained the last slurp of coffee outof the bottom of my cup.

"Does that mean we won't be going to the zoo?"

"At least not this morning," I said. 'We'll have to see about this afternoon. In the meantime, you can watch the Rose Bowl Parade on television. That should be fun."

Heather made a face. "Parades on TV are boring. They're lots more fun in person." Influenced by the two recently viewed Home Alone nightmare videos, visions of my pristine condo destroyed by child-produced mayhem danced through my head.

"I'm sorry to leave you by yourselves like this. Your folks have a late checkout, so they probably won't be home before four or five. You won't get in any trouble, now, will you?"

'We'll be fine," Tracy said.

"You know how to run the TV. I want you both to stay right here in the apartment until I get back. There's microwave popcom in the cupboard, bread, peanut butter and jelly..."

"And lots more root beer," Heather added.

I knew the girls to be relatively self-sufficient. For one thing, this is a secure building, and when both their parents are at work (Amy is a physical therapist at Harborview Hospital), the girls do spend some time alone. I knew, for instance, that in the event of an emergency, they had been told to notify the doorman. Even so, I felt that by leaving them on their own I was being somewhat derelict in my baby-sitting duty. 'With any luck, maybe we'll still be able to go to the zoo later this aftemoon. The girls exchanged eye-rolling glances that said they didn't consider that a very likely possibility. Battling a certain amount of lingering guilt, I finished strapping on my semiautomatic and headed out the door.

From Belltown Terrace, my condo building at the comer of Second Avenue and Broad, to the murder scene at Pier 70 on Elliott Bay is a straight shot of only four blocks. Some people might scoff at the idea of my getting the 928 out of the underground garage and driving there, but in Seattle distances can be deceiving. Taking the glacial ridges into consideration, four downhill blocks going down are a whole lot shorter than the uphill ones coming back.

The few minutes in the car gave me a chance to shift gears, to go from a cozy holiday-type atmosphere into a work mind-set, where man's inhumanity to man is the order of the day.I found the entrance to the pier itself was blocked by a phalanx of official vehicles. Some were from the department, some were emergency fire and Medic One vans, but a fairly large number were of the ever-present and ever-circling news media variety. Dodging through the crush as best I could, I met up with Audrey Cummings, the assistant medical examiner, on the far side of the yellow crime-scene tape. The two of us walked down the thick, creosote-impregnated wooden planks together.

The assistant M.E. was in a foul mood. "Dragging some drowned New Year's Eve reveler out Of the drink isn't exactly how I had planned to spend my day," she groused.Audrey Cummings is short, stout, somewhere above the half-century mark, and not to be trifled with. She usually shows up at crime scenes looking far more like a lady accountant than she does a medical examiner. This time, however, instead of her trademark crisp blouse, WrInkle-free blazer and skirt, and sensible heels, she wore a pair of plaid wool slacks, loafers, and a leather jacket. For her to appear at a crime scene dressed that casually, it was, clear she really had intended to take the day off.

A little knot of officers was gathered along the edge of the pier. We made our way through them just in time to see a dripping, fully clothed corpse be lifted from the Harbor Patrol police boat and deposited faceup on the dock. The victim, clad in a sodden wool suit, appeared to me to be a late thirties Caucasian male.

"What did I tell you?" Audrey said, in a supposedly private aside to me. "That's one drowned rat if I ever saw one."

One of the Harbor Patrol officers, Rich Carlson, clambered up on the pier. He nodded in my direction. "Wouldn't count on that if I were you, Doc," he said to Audrey. "Most drowning victims I've seen don't turn up with bullet holes in the backs of their heads."

"A bullet hole?" Audrey repeated.

Carlson nodded. "It's small enough that it can't have been a very high caliber weapon, but at close range, it doesn't take much."

Stepping up to the corpse, Audrey Cummings squatted beside the sodden body, gazing at the dead man respectfully but curiously, with the watchful, no-nonsense demeanor that, in the gruesome world of medical examiners, must pass for bedside manner.

"How long ago was he spotted?" Audrey asked.

Name Withheld
A J.P. Beaumont Mystery
. Copyright © by J. Jance. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

J. A. Jance is the New York Times bestselling author of the J. P. Beaumont series, the Joanna Brady series, the Ali Reynolds series, and five interrelated thrillers about the Walker family, as well as a volume of poetry. Born in South Dakota and brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, Jance lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington, and Tucson, Arizona.

Brief Biography

Bellevue, Washington
Date of Birth:
October 27, 1944
Place of Birth:
Watertown, South Dakota
B. A., University of Arizona, 1966; M. Ed. in Library Science, University of Arizona, 1970

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed all of J.A. Jance's books. I feel sad that I have completed both the Beaumont Series and the Brady Series. These books are easy to read and are not full of unnecessary sex (which I hate). The stories are well put together and keep your intrest. My only complaint or fault is that Beaumont does a lot of things that would be impossible to do in real life police work. Much of the stuff he does is things he would get fired for or introuble for in real life. His officer safety is very bad and I don't believe a real police department would put upwith it. However if you put it aside these books are great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The plot has some excellent twists and turns, but the detective is so short on insight that he becomes frustrating -- jumping to conclusions, missing obvious connections. Some of the other characters are a little thin, making the outcome motives hard to understand and flat.
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Gramkins More than 1 year ago
BEAU not only solves the mystery, but also learns some important things about himself & others. It's exciting to read mysteries that happen in places I've visited in my travels !
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JP Jance is an author always worth reading
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sequim More than 1 year ago
Every book was a great read! Can't wait for a new one to come out.
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This is a good book
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