Perfect Hatred (Chief Inspector Mario Silva Series #6)

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Chief Inspector Mario Silva and his team have a heavy work load with several high-profile cases. First, a suicide bombing that was apparently the work of a militant Islamist group. Then, a gubernatorial candidate is assassinated in broad daylight at a campaign rally. Could the cases be related? To complicate Silva's investigation, a criminal with a very bad grudge against the Chief Inspector has been released from prison and is plotting ugly revenge.
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Overview

Chief Inspector Mario Silva and his team have a heavy work load with several high-profile cases. First, a suicide bombing that was apparently the work of a militant Islamist group. Then, a gubernatorial candidate is assassinated in broad daylight at a campaign rally. Could the cases be related? To complicate Silva's investigation, a criminal with a very bad grudge against the Chief Inspector has been released from prison and is plotting ugly revenge.
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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
A Book Page Best Mystery & Thriller of 2013

"Perfect Hatred is a perfect thriller. No one writes the cold glint of evil in bright sunlight the way Leighton Gage does.  And there's enough evil here—and heroism, too—for three lesser books."
—Timothy Hallinan, Edgar-nominated author of the Poke Rafferty thrillers and the Junior Bender mysteries

“In his own hard-boiled, agreeably literate and tourist-cautioning fashion, [Gage has] made South America’s largest nation accessible to readers who might otherwise never have been exposed to its jungles—both the wild and urban varieties.”
Kirkus Reviews

"Well-written police procedurals set in an exotic location . . . what’s not to like? Think of Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct transplanted to Brasília, and you wouldn’t be far off, although Gage’s stories exhibit a somewhat more serious bent.... hands down the first 'do not miss' mystery of 2013!"
BookPage (A Mystery Pick of the Month)

“Gage is able to combine three complex plots, several main characters, and a number of vivid settings into a fast-moving narrative...but he does so with brio. Perfect Hatred is a strong entry in a fine series.”
—Barbara Fister, Reviewing the Evidence

“A different approach to the crime story and to the portrait of Brazil.... [Gage's] books not only don't repeat themselves, they are also getting better and better.”
—Glenn Harper, International Noir Fiction

“Engrossing.... Crime fiction writing at its best.”
—Kittling Books

"The writing is perfect for the story, as it always is. Gage is of the school where the writer’s goal is to be as unobtrusive as possible, where he scored highest marks."
—One Bite at a Time

“Crime fiction with a social conscience, featuring memorable characters and unique settings.”
—Read Me Deadly

“A fascinating story with deep insights into modern multicultural tensions of immigrant populations and the age-old fodder of political intrigue and corruption.... The true joy of Perfect Hatred is the rich interaction which occurs when interesting people interact with warmth, innuendo, barbs, humour and love. A very satisfying book.”
—Reviews by T de V

Praise for Leighton Gage's Mario Silva series
 
“For those of you who love to be transported to a new locale in your books, [Gage] gives us Brazil with a marvelous sense of place.”
—Linda Fairstein
 
“Breathtaking. . . . A book you can’t afford to miss.”
—Louise Ure, The Fault Tree
 
“Terrifically written, intelligent, and powerfully evocative. Leighton Gage is a master storyteller, a natural; but more than that, he takes us on a breakneck trip to a real world, with real characters, and real issues.”
—Brian Haig, Man in the Middle
 
“The perfect outsider’s inside look at a system hobbled by nepotism, bribery and corruption, but which, at the same time, delivers justice.”
Toronto Globe and Mail

From the Hardcover edition.

From the Publisher
Praise for Perfect Hatred

"Perfect Hatred is a perfect thriller. No one writes the cold glint of evil in bright sunlight the way Leighton Gage does.  And there's enough evil here—and heroism, too—for three lesser books."
—Timothy Hallinan, Edgar-nominated author of the Poke Rafferty thrillers and the Junior Bender mysteries

“In his own hard-boiled, agreeably literate and tourist-cautioning fashion, [Gage has] made South America’s largest nation accessible to readers who might otherwise never have been exposed to its jungles—both the wild and urban varieties.”
Kirkus Reviews

"Well-written police procedurals set in an exotic location . . . what’s not to like? Think of Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct transplanted to Brasília, and you wouldn’t be far off, although Gage’s stories exhibit a somewhat more serious bent.... hands down the first 'do not miss' mystery of 2013!"
BookPage (A Mystery Pick of the Month)

“A different approach to the crime story and to the portrait of Brazil.... [Gage's] books not only don't repeat themselves, they are also getting better and better.”
—Glenn Harper, International Noir Fiction

“Engrossing.... Crime fiction writing at its best.”
—Kittling Books

"The writing is perfect for the story, as it always is. Gage is of the school where the writer’s goal is to be as unobtrusive as possible, where he scored highest marks."
—One Bite at a Time

“Crime fiction with a social conscience, featuring memorable characters and unique settings.”
—Read Me Deadly

Praise for Leighton Gage's Mario Silva series
 
“For those of you who love to be transported to a new locale in your books, [Gage] gives us Brazil with a marvelous sense of place.”
—Linda Fairstein
 
“Breathtaking. . . . A book you can’t afford to miss.”
—Louise Ure, The Fault Tree
 
“Terrifically written, intelligent, and powerfully evocative. Leighton Gage is a master storyteller, a natural; but more than that, he takes us on a breakneck trip to a real world, with real characters, and real issues.”
—Brian Haig, Man in the Middle
 
“The perfect outsider’s inside look at a system hobbled by nepotism, bribery and corruption, but which, at the same time, delivers justice.”
Toronto Globe and Mail

From the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616953034
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 12/3/2013
  • Series: Chief Inspector Mario Silva Series , #6
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 432,354
  • Product dimensions: 5.16 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

Leighton Gage is the author of five novels in the Mario Silva series: Blood of the Wicked, Buried Strangers, Dying Gasp, Every Bitter Thing, and A Vine in the Blood. He spends part of each year in Santana do Parnaiba, Brazil, and divides the rest of the year between Florida and the Netherlands. He is married with four daughters.
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CHAPTER ONE
 
The action began auspiciously.
            Salem Nabulsi had prayed for good weather – and God had rewarded him with a day of brilliant sunshine.
            He’d hoped the woman’s husband would leave at his accustomed hour – and the husband had departed fifteen minutes early.
He’d feared the woman would not admit him to her apartment – but she had.
            And he’d feared she wouldn’t die quietly – but she did.
            By 8:15 AM, he’d already washed her blood from his hands, injected her baby with the contents of the syringe and chosen, from among her clothing, the hijab and abaya that were to become his shroud.
            God further smiled on their enterprise when He sent a taxi driver, punctual to the minute, but also so unobservant that he failed to notice how heavy the baby’s carriage was when he folded it and stowed it in the cab.
            The crowd, too, exceeded all expectations. It wasn’t yet a quarter to nine when they reached the consulate, and yet the line already stretched to half the length of the security fence.
But then it all began to go wrong.
How could they have known, how could they possibly have known that babies attract Brazilians like flowers attract bees?
            Salem hadn’t been in place for more than two minutes before a grey-haired lady stuck her nose under the sunshade to have a look at the sleeping child.
            She cooed at the infant and started telling him about her grandchildren. Salem gave her no encouragement, but it still seemed an eternity before she abandoned her attempt to elicit a response and returned to her place in line.
   Next to interfere was a fat sergeant from the Civil Police. Salem, fearing the cop’s suspicions would be aroused by the difference in skin tones between himself and the baby, edged his hand closer to the detonation switch.
But the sergeant was wearing dark sunglasses and the baby was in deep shadow, so perhaps he didn’t notice. After a few complimentary remarks, which Salem didn’t respond to, the cop gave up and moved on.
            He’d no sooner disappeared into an alcove fronting a leather goods shop when a third busybody appeared.
            Salem was never to know it, but her name was Dorotea Candida. She was a sharp-eyed lawyer, the mother of three and the grandmother of two.
            She was smiling when she bent over, but the smile quickly faded.
            “Yours?” she asked, standing upright.
            The Mullah hadn’t prepared him for such a question.
            “Yes,” Salem blurted.
            Her eyes narrowed.
            “Uh-huh,” she said.
            Salem didn’t like the way she said it.
Then, without another word, she turned and headed toward a cop, not the same one as before, another one. And this one looked a lot smarter. She spoke and pointed. The cop nodded and walked toward Salem.
            Wait until nine, the Mullah had said. The crowd will be biggest then.
            And it would have been. At least ten people had queued up behind him. More were arriving every minute. But Salem could wait no longer. Discovery was imminent. He put his hand on the button.
            And pushed it, just as the cop reached him.

***

   In Dudu Fonseca’s law offices, a little more than three kilometers away, the shockwave from the explosion rattled the glass in the windows.
            Fonseca held up a hand to silence his client.
            “What was that?” he said.
            “I don’t give a damn what it was,” Orlando Muniz said. “Answer my question.”
            The question had been what’s our next move? And Muniz was sitting on the other side of Fonseca’s desk, with his arms crossed, awaiting Fonseca’s response.
Fonseca was the best defense lawyer in São Paulo. Not one of the best, the best, but on Muniz’s murder charge, he’d been unable to deliver an acquittal, and Muniz was mightily displeased.
    Fonseca picked up the mock-Georgian coffee pot and poured the last of its contents into his cup.
An honest answer would have been that further moves were a waste of effort. The hard truth was that Muniz would be spending the rest of his days in a prison cell.
But, at the moment, Muniz was still laying golden eggs, so an honest answer wasn’t in the cards.
   “I’ll have to give the situation some deep thought,” Fonseca said, taking a sip of the (cold) coffee. “Frankly, we’re in a bit of a quandary.”
   “Quandary, my ass,” Muniz said. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
   Indeed, he couldn’t. In his world, the rich didn’t go to jail. Not in Brazil. Not even if they killed an unarmed, penniless priest, in the presence of a federal cop, as he had done.
   The initial judgment, one that resulted in a conviction, carried with it an automatic appeal. Fonseca had arranged to plead the first instance before one of the best judges money could buy. He was about to do the same with the second.
   But a public prosecutor named Zanon Parma, in a spectacular show of legal tour de force, had checked the man on the bench at every turn.
   Parma was to prosecutors what Fonseca was to defense attorneys. The best. Muniz’s remaining days of freedom were surely numbered. But this, Fonseca thought, was no time to be candid.
   “How important is this guy Parma to the prosecution’s case?” Muniz asked.
Fonseca didn’t like where his client was going with this. He smelled trouble. But he was being paid for his advice, so he gave it.
   “Very. Parma is brilliant, he’s dedicated, and he can’t be bought.”
   “And that federal cop? That Chief Inspector Silva? How important is he?”
   “Perhaps even more important than Parma. In addition to being the principal witness against you, he’s spearheading–”
   “The witch hunt. It’s a fucking witch hunt. But any witch hunt needs guys up in front with scythes and pitchforks, right? You take those guys out of the picture and–”
Fonseca, once again, held up a hand. “Stop right there, Orlando. I don’t want to hear it.”
   Muniz stood up. “Then we’re done. I won’t thank you for your time. I’m sure you’re gonna bill me for every fucking second of it.”
   Fonseca, as was his custom with departing clients, struggled to his feet. He was grossly overweight, and it was never easy for him to get out of a chair.
   Muniz ignored the lawyer’s outstretched hand. “One thing more,” he said. “Keep your fucking mouth shut about this conversation.”
   He departed so quickly that Fonseca’s hand was still hanging in the air when the office door slammed shut. 

***

   The blast had been the loudest thing Sergeant Flavio Correia had ever heard, louder than a crack of thunder, louder, even, than the stun grenades from his training days.
            He rubbed his ears with his palms. One came away wet. He held the hand out in front of him and stared at it. It was red with blood.
            His ears still ringing, Flavio stepped into the street.
            A crater smoked where once a length of sidewalk had been. The windows in the buildings facing the American Consulate were blown out. The trees on both sides of the security fence were denuded. Small fires were everywhere.
   A gas tank exploded, ruffling his hair with a pressure wave of hot air, as another vehicle joined the others already in flames. The woman slumped over the wheel didn’t react. She was either dead or unconscious. Either way, she was a goner. There was no way he’d be able to get her out of there.
    Flavio shuffled forward and stumbled over a severed foot still wearing a man’s brown oxford.
   A woman ran past him, her hair on fire, her mouth open in a silent scream.
   A few meters away, a bloody arm rose from a legless trunk, waved once in wordless appeal, and fell back onto what looked like a pile of offal.
   Flavio, his hands trembling, detached the transceiver from his belt, turned the volume to maximum, and put it to his ear.
   But he couldn’t hear a damned thing.

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  • Posted February 19, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    This is the sixth novel in the series referred to as the Chief


    This is the sixth novel in the series referred to as the Chief Inspector Mario Silva Investigations, and a very welcome return it is. The book opens, shockingly, with a man cutting the throat of a young woman and kidnapping her infant child. Shortly followed by a suicide bombing outside the US consulate in Sao Paulo, Brazil, which is in turn followed by another suicide bombing in Buenos Aires, outside of the oldest Jewish synagogue in Argentina. All with the attendant high numbers of innocent victims including, in Buenos Aires, the Israeli ambassador to Argentina, his wife and two children.

    A grisly beginning, to be sure. We quickly learn of additional targeted killings planned, in a book replete with murderous plots from start to finish, typical, one must believe, of the true climate of politics in parts of this country filled with great beauty, and even greater intrigue. Heading up the investigation is the brilliant and incorruptible Mario Silva and his team, once again including once again one of my favorites, charming Haraldo “Babyface” Goncalves [so called because although he is 34 he looks 22. The reader is quickly reminded of the corruption that pervades every possible level of many South American countries, from the cop on the street to the highest elected officials. As the investigation proceeds, everything the investigators thought they knew is called into question. It soon becomes apparent that there will be no lack of suspects, including killers with principles, and politicians with none.

    As Inspector Silva says, “I’ve been in the service of a corrupt legal system for all of my working life. Another cop says “In case you guys never noticed, politics and favoritism is what Brasilia is all about.” And from another character, “In his world, the rich didn’t go to jail. Not in Brazil. Not even if they killed an unnamed, penniless priest, in the presence of a federal cop, as he had done.” As well, the author paints a chilling portrait of the overwhelming number of criminal activities rampant throughout the neighboring country of Paraguay.

    As awful as is this portrait of these events, and the people who plan and carry them out, don’t think the book is a dark one. Almost surprisingly, I would not describe it as such. It is fascinating, well-written, fast-paced, and thoroughly enjoyable.

    Highly recommended.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2013

    What kind of clan is this?

    Theres n cats its in the way of bloodclan spots. Wow. Out of oaa the choices u chose this place it sounds like your clan is evil what a fail. Usually my sppeches ad lectures are super long but this is an exception. <p>

    Sageleaf

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    Soren

    Black hair one silver eye one red looks 17 doesnt know age becuz of something that happend when he was little wears a black coat

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Draculas bio

    Age:20,000------height:6'3------wives:ana,alex,clarine-------powers:shapeshift,super strength,speed,telaport,and hypnosis---------appearence:black rolled back hair ,a vest,cape,and baggy suit pants. Regular apperence:denim jeans ,a black t-shirt,and leather jacket

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Ana

    Name:Ana. Age:25. Appearance:blood red lips and eyes long black hair she is tall and she usually wears a bllod red cloak. Pers:She is very quiet but very feirce. Crush/bf:none. Husband:dracula.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Alex

    Is a 128 year old vampire. She has red eyes pale skin and wavy blond hair. Her cloak is the only thing she wears besides a blood red dress underneath.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Karai

    NAME Karai (Care-Eye) AGE human age 20. Vampire age around 711 GENDER femake DESC tall slender with dark brown hair that falls around her shoulders in graceful waves. Wears black leather pants. Black lether cowgirl boots a black tanktop with a silver bang around her foreharm. Pale blue eyes. PERS sarcastic and sometimes rude and gives off the 'who cares. I sure dont' aura about her. But she can be sweet. She has enough humility to give respect when and to whom respect is deserved. Anything else just meet her. POWER shapeshift into a bat but he prefers to turn into a black raven. CRUSh/BF none

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2013

    C+

    What a dissappointment! I pre-ordered, the wait wasn't worth it. The author never really opened up the "good" guys as he did in the past. And, the "bad"guys weren't really bad, at the inventive level of his past Inspector Mario stories.
    Next time I wait until a few others read one of The Chief 's stories.

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  • Posted April 4, 2013

    PERFECT HATRED by Leighton Gage is a fascinating story with deep

    PERFECT HATRED by Leighton Gage is a fascinating story with deep insights into modern multi-cultural tensions of immigrant populations and the age-old fodder of political intrigue and corruption.

    It’s been a year and I’ve forgotten these characters. As the story unfolds I’m reminded why I felt so moved by them. The true joy of PERFECT HATRED is the rich interaction which occurs when interesting people interact with warmth, innuendo, barbs, humour and love.

    A very satisfying book.

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