Like Father, Like Daughter
From Faye Kellerman, half of one of the literary world's most successful writing couples, comes a new Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus novel: Stalker. This time out, Kellerman focuses on Peter Decker's daughter, Cindy, who in the last book of the series, Justice, declared her intent to become a cop like her father, much to Peter's dismay. Now, in Stalker, Cindy has made it through her training and is working as a rookie. And she's having some problems that make Peter's worst fears for her come true.
Having a somewhat famous lieutenant father on the force is enough to put a chip on some cops' shoulders. For Cindy Decker, it seems to alienate her to some cops and makes others tiptoe around her. This delicate détente isn't helped any by Cindy's tendency to say what she thinks and harbor a mulish stubbornness. The fact that she is a woman in what used to be an exclusive brotherhood only adds names to the list of those who resent her. And the final nail in her coffin is her college education and degree in psychology, a fact some of her street-smart but book-dumb coworkers view as a threat. So as a rookie, Cindy's life on the job is complicated enough. But when she shows up her superior officer, Clark Tropper, in a domestic hostage situation, things get even stickier.
Cindy's struggles are compounded by her father's overprotectiveness. Although he tries to keep his distance and let Cindy have some independence, his paternal instincts often get in the way. And it turns out he has a lot to be concerned about when he learns that Cindy's apartment has been broken into several times and someone may be following her. What's more, a recent rash of carjackings that Peter is investigating may be related to the jacking/kidnapping and fiery crash death of land developer Armand Crayton the year before. And it turns out that Cindy not only knew the victim, but someone took a few potshots at the twosome as they were leaving their gym together not long before Armand was killed.
Although Cindy's current troubles don't appear to have anything in common with Armand's death or the carjackings, neither Cindy nor Peter can shake a gut feeling that they are all somehow connected. While a few officers claim some of the incidents Cindy has experienced are a form of hazing imposed on her by her fellow cops, the very nature of the incidents escalates in both severity and frequency to the point that Cindy starts to fear for her life. What's worse, the very people who are responsible for keeping her alive on the streets -- her fellow police officers -- are at the top of her list of suspects. By the time Cindy uncovers the truth, a truth more shocking than anyone suspects, it will be the same stubborn willfulness that caused some of her troubles that will end up saving her life.
One of Kellerman's greatest strengths is the depth and breadth of her characters, whose eccentricities and details make them seem so real, you half expect to encounter them on the street. Kellerman also has a flair for detail that, in this case, brings the subculture of the police world to vivid life. While the character of Peter Decker has been a creative and literary gold mine for Kellerman, the stubborn and spunky character of Decker's daughter, Cindy, is worth the launch of a whole new series all her own.
Beth Amos is the author of several novels, including Second Sight, Eyes of Night, and Cold White Fury.
Stalker creeps toward resoluton with some unlikely twists. But Kellerman skillfully weaves the various characters through a complex plot. In all, Stalker is a terrific addition to the Decker genealogy.
It's a credit to Kellerman's storytelling abilities that long after she reveals "who dine it" readers will be frantically flipping pages to find out just how and why.
Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
The latest "well-written" mystery thriller from best-selling author Kellerman "failed to capture" the interest of some of our booksellers. Though it picked up "in the final pages of the book," "the characters, though clear-cut and well-rounded, were predictable," keeping it from a higher rating.
Los Angeles Times
One of the finest.
Kellerman skillfully weaves the various characters through a complex plot. . . Stalker is a terrific addition to the decker genealogy.
No one working in the crime genre is better.
Cleveland Plain Dealer
A Master Of Mystery.
Chattanooga Free Press
A master storyteller.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
LAPD detective Peter Decker, promoted to lieutenant after his heroics in Jupiter's Bones (1999), is overloaded with troubles in this outstanding, suspense-packed mystery, the 12th in Kellerman's acclaimed series. As usual, a challenging case distracts Decker from his family, but this time there is one difference. Cindy, his smart, outspoken daughter from his first marriage, is now a cop, to the overprotective Decker's dismay. Meanwhile, Decker is faced with two different series of car-jackings. In one string, the thief targets young women carrying babies. The cops tie the other jackings to Armand Crayton, a sleazy real estate developer who had supposedly died in a car crash a year earlier, after being kidnapped. Several women Crayton knew have been threatened, their cars stolen. When Drecker discovers that an anonymous stalker has been harassing Cindy, he hits the roof. Is it one of her colleagues, or does trouble stem from her casual acquaintance with Crayton? Kellerman is a fine writer, beautifully evoking the feel of Los Angeles and creating scenes that would please Chandler and MacDonald. She deals realistically with the problems women face in a male police world. Her development of the tense father-daughter relationship is wise and honest: Decker is torn between his inability to accept Cindy as an independent adult and his pride in her accomplishments; meanwhile, Cindy respects and loves her father but is distraught by his interference in her personal and professional life. The complex Cindy is a most welcome addition to Kellerman's cast. (Aug.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
The excellent performance by veteran narrator Jay O. Sanders enlivens this otherwise uninspired addition to the Peter Decker/Rina Lazarus series. Brash rookie Cynthia Decker, Peter's 25-year-old daughter from his first marriage, and her beat cop co-workers take center stage in this LAPD police procedural. Cynthia's Ivy League degree and ties to the high-ranking Lieutenant Decker alienate her from her comrades in the Hollywood Division. Peter also struggles to view his daughter as a colleague especially when she becomes the target of a stalker. Much to her father's dismay, a ridiculously headstrong Cynthia tries to solve her own stalking case, exploring possible connections between it, a murder, and the unsolved car-jacking cases her father is investigating. Cynthia's effort to assert herself in her new job overwhelms this abridgment, leaving little else in the way of characterization and action to engage listeners. Public libraries may want to wait for an unabridged version to satisfy Kellerman's many fans. Beth Farrell, Portage Cty. Dist. Lib., OH Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Internet Book Watch
Los Angeles Police Department Lieutenant Peter Decker faces the worst crisis of his professional career. His daughter Cindy has joined the force over his objections and he has to balance protecting her vs. showing favorable treatment. Tired of her father's shielding nature, Cindy hides from him the fact that she believes someone is stalking her every move and that person might be tied to the murder of a fellow health club member, Armand Crayton. Meanwhile Peter works on a couple of car jacking cases. One of them he and his subordinates believe is tied to the murder of Armand. The carjackers have targeted health club members. To Peter's chagrin, he learns that his daughter is being stalked by most likely someone who wants to insure the health club members remain silent. The twelfth Decker police procedural is a great entry in a top-notch series because the prime story line turns personal. This provides readers insight into the charcaters of Peter and Cindy. Peter's dilemma and Cindy's distressed reaction to his struggle over a cop for a daughter turns an already fine mystery into a fantastic novel that will entice sub-genre fans to seek out other Faye Kellerman tales (see best-selling Jupiter's Bones).
Internet Book Watch
In this novel, Kellerman's usual protagonist, Peter Decker, plays a supporting role to his daughter, rookie cop Cindy Decker. New to the force and fiercely independent, Cindy is determined, partly because of her father's objections to her career choice, to show that she can be a good cop. To prove herself, she launches a private investigation into several unsolved cases without her father's knowledge and becomes a target. In this solid mystery, which explores the personal and professional sides of investigating crimes, Kellerman demonstrates her firm handle on what it is like to be a cop or related to one. This is a great crime yarn that will have readers racing along to its shattering conclusion.
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It should have happened at night, in a secluded corner of a dimly lit parking lot. Instead, it occurred at one twenty-five in the afternoon. Farin knew the time because she had peeked through the car window, glancing at the clock in her Volvo -- purportedly one of the safest cars on the road. Farin was a bug on safety. A fat lot of good that was doing her now.
It wasn't fair because she had done everything right. She had parked in an open area across the street from the playground for God's sakes! There were people in plain view. For instance, there was a man walking a brown pit bull on a leash, the duo strolling down one of the sunlit paths that led up into the mountains. And over to the left, there was a lady in a denim jacket reading the paper. There were kids at the play equipment: a gaggle of toddlers climbing the jungle gym, preschoolers on the slides and wobbly walk-bridge, babies in the infant swings. Mothers were with them, keeping a watchful eye over their charges. Not watching her, of course. Scads of people, but none who could help because at the moment, she had a gun in her back.
Farin said, "Just please don't hurt my bab--"
"You shut up! You say one more word, you are dead!" The voice was male. "Look straight ahead!"
The disembodied voice went on. "You turn around, you are dead. You do not look at me. Understand?"
Farin nodded yes, keeping her eyes down. His voice was in the medium to high range. Slightly clipped, perhaps accented.
Immediately, Tara started crying. With shaking hands, Farin clutched her daughter to her chest, and cooed into her seashell ear. Instinctively, shebrought her purse over Tara's back, drawing her coat over handbag and child. Farin hoped that if the man did shoot, she and the purse would be the protective bread in the Tara sandwich, the bullet having to penetrate another surface before it could--
The gun's nozzle dug into her backbone. She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out.
"Drop your purse!" the voice commanded.
Immediately, Farin did as ordered. She heard him rooting through her handbag, doing this single-handedly because the gun was still pressing into her kidneys.
Please let this be a simple purse snatching! She heard a jangle of metal. Her keys? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the passenger door to her station wagon had been opened. Again, she felt the press of the gun.
"Go in. From passenger's side! You do it or I shoot your baby!"
At the mention of her baby, Farin lost all resolve. Tears poured down from her eyes. Hugging her child, she walked around the front of the car, thoughts of escape cut short by the metal at her tailbone. She paused at the sight of the open door.
"Go on!" he barked. "Do it now!"
With Tara at her bosom, she bent down until she found her footing. Then she slid into her passenger's seat.
"Move across!" he snapped.
Farin tried to figure out how to do this. The car had bucket seats and there was a console between them. With clumsy, halted motions, and still holding Tara, she lifted her butt over the leather-cushioned wall, and into the driver's seat, both now scrunched behind the wheel. Again, Tara started to cry.
"You shut her up!" he barked.
She's a baby! Farin wanted to shout. She's scared! Instead, she began to rock her, singing softy into her ear. He was right beside her, the gun now in her rib cage.
Don't look at him, Farin reminded herself Don't look, don't look, don't look!
Staring straight ahead. But she could tell that the gun had shifted to Tara's head.
Think, Farin! Think!
But nothing came into her hapless brain, not a thought, not a clue. Fear had penetrated every pore of her being as her heart banged hard against her breastbone. Her chest was tight; her breathing was labored. Within seconds, Farin felt her head go light, along with that ominous darkening of her vision. Sparkles popped through her brain ... that awful sensation of floating to nothingness.
No, she hadn't been shot. She was going to pass out!
Don't pass out, you fool. You can't afford--
His voice brought her back to reality.
"You give me the girl! Then you drive!"
Tara was still on her lap, little hands grabbing Farin's blouse. Once Tara was out of her grip, Farin knew they both were helpless unless she did something.
Farin knew she had to move. Without warning, she pivoted around, using the solid weight of her shoulder bone to slam it against his gun-toting hand. Although the sudden move didn't dislodge the gun from his grip, it did push his hand away. Giving Farin about a second to spring into action.
This time, the console was her friend. Because now he had to get over it to do something to her. She jerked down on the door handle, then kicked open the metal barrier to the max. Still holding Tara, Farin bolted from her seat, and attempted to run away.
But her shoe caught and she tripped, falling toward the pebbly road.
What a klutz!
Thinking as she plunged downward: Break the fall with your hip, cover Tara, then kick ...
She contorted, managing to land on her hip and shoulder, scraping her right cheek on the unforgiving, rocky asphalt. Immediately, she rolled on top of Tara. Finding her vocal cords, she let out a scream worthy of the best B horror movies... Stalker. Copyright © by Faye Kellerman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.