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"Leaving L.A.'S Parker Center, Shane Scully and his wife, Alexa, agree to meet at home in one hour. Shane gets there; Alexa doesn't." "This tale turns deadly when, in the middle of the night, he's called to a crime scene on Mulholland Drive, where the victim, who appears to be a gang member, has been hand-cuffed and executed gangland-style. What's worse is that the victim's body is in Alexa's car. Her service revolver, which Shane discovers nearby, is probably the murder weapon. But Alexa is missing." "As Shane desperately tries to find his wife, his leads take him into the frightening world of gangsta rap music and into the center of a feud between two record companies, both heavily manned by Crips and Bloods. At the center of this war is one of the most lethal adversaries he's ever encountered: Stacy Maluga, a trashy, beautiful Lady Macbeth - like white woman raised in Compton, married to a multimillionaire rap mogul, and known in the gangsta hip-hop world as the White Sister." Shane is no stranger to big trouble, but he's never had to face being a cop in jail with a hit out on him, while being smeared by urban activists as a "racist cop." Much, much worse than all that is the potential death of his beloved wife, Alexa. In the White Sister, he may have met his match in a powerful and media-savvy enemy who will stop at nothing to forge her own criminal empire.
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With his frenetic fifth Shane Scully novel, bestseller Cannell (Cold Hit) dishes out the action in forklift-sized servings. Casting aside the rules like never before, LAPD detective Scully conducts his own seek-and-destroy mission after his wife, fellow cop Alexa, is found shot in the head. As Alexa clings to life, Scully's efforts to track down her attacker lead him into the violent, vengeful world of rap music, lorded over by two of its most feared executives, Lou Maluga and his wife, Stacy, known in the trade as "the white sister." Without pause to sleep or eat, Scully fights and claws his way along, burning friends, violating laws, using his charm as well as his fists before coming face to face with his enemy in Las Vegas. Cannell's hard-boiled, if at times over-rehearsed prose is well suited to his subject matter, though some readers may have trouble with his hero's tendency to suddenly shift character from tough guy to touchy-feely 21st-century man. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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The 12th Shane Scully novel takes place in the violent world of Los Angeles gangsta rap music. Shane's detective wife, Alexa, doesn't return home following a meeting with another cop. Later that night, an apparent gang member is found dead in her abandoned car, handcuffed and murdered with Alexa's service revolver. Shane soon tracks Alexa to Compton, CA, but finds her shot in the head and critically wounded. As local African American politicians and activists exploit the murder, Shane attempts to find the real killer and clear Alexa and himself. An uncooperative LAPD and two feuding rap record companies using gang members as muscle counter his efforts. The story leads to a bloody confrontation outside Las Vegas as well as critical personal decisions for Shane. As with his previous novels, Cannell keeps the tale fast paced and filled with colorful characters. Narrator Scott Brick does an excellent job; recommended for all audio collections.-Stephen L. Hupp, West Virginia Univ., Parkersburg Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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More mindless action in the Shane Scully series (Vertical Coffin, 2004, etc.), with our hero adrift in the wild world of rap. What's an LAPD homicide dick doing in the middle of a hip-hop turf war? The answer's a bit on the muddled side, but then clarity (or plausibility) has never really been the point of this hot-to-trot series. So there's this corpse very dead from a bullet behind the ear: Alexa Scully's gun, Alexa's car, but no Alexa to be found. Has she been kidnapped? Turns out that's not the case. Thanks to some wayward plotting, Lieutenant Alexa Scully, universally liked, a hero cop with an unblemished record is unhesitatingly named . . . leading suspect? Huh? At any rate, only Shane is prepared to call an obvious frame a frame, but nobody takes him seriously, since it's well-known that love is blind, and that Shane is one bravura lover: "I love her with a power so pure it sometimes frightens me." Consequently, he's forced to investigate solo. But soon enough, he turns up a connection between the corpse and the music industry that draws him into a world both foreign to him and infinitely more violent than he could have imagined. Two hip-hop companies are engaged in a vicious, take-no-prisoners war, having to do with talent and, of course, money. Married to the boss of one of these is Stacy Meluga, the White Sister of the title. "Kind of the Lady Macbeth of hip-hop" is one of the gentler thoughts Shane has about her as they become more closely acquainted. Though he doesn't quite know how, Shane is sure it's Stacy who's behind his beloved wife's woes. Inevitably, there's a shoot-out during which Shane behaves with his customary derring-do. And at the end of which is the usualrough-hewn attempt at explanation. Hip-hop, slam-bang, slap-dash.
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"A strong piece of fiction that leads readers…through the harrowing underbelly of L.A. "

Daily News

"A very satisfying thriller written by a born entertainer."

New York Post

"A terrific read."

New York Sun

"Cannell dishes out the action in forklift-sized servings."

Publishers Weekly

"One of the hallmarks of Cannell's writing is his ability to have characters who speak as real people would…"

Sunday Journal (Albuquerque, NM)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312347314
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 8/22/2006
  • Series: Shane Scully Series , #6
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.39 (w) x 9.52 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen J. Cannell

Stephen J. Cannell (1941-2010) was the author of the bestselling Shane Scully books, including The Prostitute’s Ball, The Pallbearers, and Three Shirt Deal. He was also an Emmy Award winning television writer and producer, and in his thirty-five-year career, he created or co-created more than forty TV series. Among his hits were The Rockford Files, Silk Stalkings, The A-Team, 21 Jump Street, Hunter, Renegade, Wiseguy, and The Commish. He received numerous awards, including the Saturn Award - Life Career Award (2004), The Marlow Lifetime Achievement Award from Mystery Writers of America (2005), and the WGA Paddy Chayefsky Laurel Award for Television Writing Achievement (2006). Having overcome severe dyslexia, Cannell was an avid spokesperson on the condition and an advocate for children and adults with learning disabilities.  He was a third-generation Californian and resided in the Pasadena area with his wife, Marcia, and their children.

Biography

An Emmy Award-winning writer and producer of some of television's best-known pop cop dramas, including The Rockford Files, The A-Team, 21 Jump Street, The Commish, and Wiseguy, Stephen J. Cannell has spent more than 35 years of writing for the big and small screens.

However, in one of crime fiction's most successful second acts, Cannell's career as a bestselling novelist began over two decades after he left his prints on the television world.

His debut novel, a political thriller called The Plan, burst onto the crime fiction beat in 1995. Said the New York Times Book Review of his first literary outing: "The thrust of the novel is unassailable." Cannell's follow-up, Final Victim, was a serial killer tale in the popular Silence of the Lambs vein. "Relentless.... Mesmerizing... Stephen J. Cannell is a great entertainer. The man can write," said The Washington Post Book World of Cannell's sophomore smash. Feature film rights to his third outing, a rollicking mob tale entitled King Con, were sold to MGM for $1 million, with Cannell writing the screenplay for the film and John Travolta slated to star.

Two other stand-alone thrillers, Riding the Snake (1998) and The Devil's Workshop (1999), were also well received, both critically and commercially. But Cannell would truly hit paydirt with the introduction of Shane Scully, a renegade LAPD sergeant who would come to star in a string of bestsellers beginning with 2001's The Tin Collectors. Named for those Internal Affairs officers who "police the police" -- and take the badges of cops who don't play by the rules -- the new turn displayed Cannell's "knack for character and a bent for drama that will satisfy even the most jaded thrill lover," according to Publishers Weekly.

Cannell's most recent books -- The Viking Funeral (2001) and Hollywood Tough (2002) -- continue to find Scully getting into all manner of dicey situations. but Cannell will always be there to bail him out for another adventure.

Good To Know

Cannell has severe dyslexia, a learning disability that forced him to be held back three grades before graduation from high school. Says Cannell in our interview, "I made one up, but I was certainly thought Least Likely to Succeed. This condition has helped to motivate me and has allowed me to enjoy my unexpected success as a writer for 35 years."

He has never had writer's block, which Cannell says he thinks "is usually caused by the desire to be perfect. The idea that I would be perfect at anything was knocked out of me by third grade. I write to entertain myself."

On his approach to writing, Cannell tells us, "I always try to write something I have never written before. This is why I have created such diverse TV series, ranging from the cartoonish A-Team to dark, cerebral dramas like Wiseguy."

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    1. Hometown:
      Pasadena, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      February 5, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Education:
      B.S., University of Oregon
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White Sister

A Novel
By Cannell, Stephen J.

St. Martin's Paperbacks

Copyright © 2007 Cannell, Stephen J.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312347369

Chapter One
 
It was early evening on Thursday the first week of July and Alexa and I were walking through San Julian Park in Skid Row, on our way back from the LAPD Central Division Jail. Homeless men in tattered coats swung blood-shot eyes in our direction, tracking us like government radar. We were returning from a training day in jail transport procedures.
 
The retraining had been mandated after a Mara Salvatrucha gang-banger named Hector Morales got bludgeoned to death while shuffling on a drag line through the underground tunnel that connects the jail to the Fifth Street courthouse. A rival Hispanic gang-banger had done the work by somehow slipping out of his waist restraints and hitting Hector in the head with a cut-down chair leg from the jail cafeteria. He’d been hiding the weapon inside the leg of his orange jumpsuit.
 
The Professional Standards Bureau, our new, media-friendly name for the Internal Affairs Division, investigated. All supervisors and detectives above grade two were ordered to undergo a refresher day on incarceration and transfer tactics. Alexa and I were dressed in grubbies—jeans and old sweatshirts—but before we were twenty feet into the park, everybody there had made us for cops anyway.
 
“Tony says this surgery is no sweat, but you can tell he’s scared,” Alexa was sayingas we stepped carefully around some dog shit, a pile of trash, and a sleeping homeless couple. She was talking about the upcoming heart surgery our Chief of Police was scheduled to have tomorrow morning.
 
“Bypass surgery is getting to be pretty common,” I offered. “It’s natural to be scared, but he’ll be okay.”
 
Hollow words, considering Tony Filosiani was getting a complete coronary makeover. The surgeons were cutting his chest open, taking both mammary arteries, and grafting them around the four blocked arteries in his heart. Any way you looked at it, he was in for a tough ten days and wasn’t scheduled back on the job for a couple of months.
 
“Is it me, or does this park smell worse than ever?” Alexa said, changing the subject. “Like a big outdoor latrine.”
 
“July heat,” I answered. “It always smells worse in the summer.”
 
We walked past a line of portable toilets, which were called Alices by the people on the Row, because Alice Callahan of the Las Familias del Pueblo Community Center had badgered the city council until they finally funded their installation. In a vengeful act of municipal retaliation, the toilets were rarely cleaned out but nonetheless served both physical and commercial needs. A lot of drug and prostitution deals were consummated within the smelly three-foot confines of those portable johns.
 
“I’m gonna check my messages, see if I have a meeting that was supposed to be set up tonight,” Alexa said. “Then if there’s time, I’d like to run over to the hospital and see Tony on the way home.” She stepped over a well-known park character named Horizontal Joe. He was huddled under a blanket stenciled with a W—a sure sign it was stolen from the Weingart Center on South San Pedro Street.
 
“Watch where you’re goin’,” Joe growled, without bothering to look up.
 
Parker Center loomed before us like a drifting glass iceberg; a huge box of a building with absolutely no architectural significance. One of the strange anomalies of Los Angeles was that the Central Division Jail and the Police Administration Building were contiguous to the city’s fifty-square-block section of blight known as Skid Row. Some Parker Center cops felt it was easier to take the seven-block walk if you were headed toward the lock-up, rather than move your car out of the Glass House garage and look for nonexistent parking by the jail. As a result, the cops and homeless spent countless hours in mutual distrust as we shared the urine-soaked walkways and broken drinking fountains in San Julian Park.
 
Alexa and I stepped off the curb where an ageless man wearing tennis shoes with no laces and a greasy brown poncho was ranching quarters out of a parking meter, a practice known as spanging. He didn’t even bother to stop. Most of these people had discovered by now that no cop worth his wage would waste two hours booking a guy at the jail over a twenty-five-cent misdemeanor.
 
“I hope Tony gets back on the job before two months,” I groused. “I can’t stand the thought of Great White Mike being in charge of the department.” I had a recent and unrewarding history with Deputy Chief Michael Ramsey, who I viewed as little more than an ambitious power junkie in a braided hat.
 
“Mike’s okay. Just a little jacked up,” Alexa said, smiling slightly.
 
My wife is the head of the Detective Services Group. I’m a Detective III assigned to Homicide Special, so technically she’s my boss. She’s about to make captain and is three layers above me on the department flow chart. All of which means I get to put out the garbage on the job, as well as at home. Just kidding.
 
We finally left the squalor of Fifth Street, known as the Nickel, and headed toward the air-conditioned sanctuary of the Glass House. Brown burlap slowly gave way to starched blue as we entered the marble lobby. We got on the elevator, and since it was empty, I gave my beautiful wife a kiss. She has long black hair, high cheekbones, and is one of the most striking women I have ever come across. She could easily have made her living doing fashion shoots. I, on the other hand, look like I got emptied out of a vacuum cleaner. I’m five-eleven and a half, lean, and gristly. Topping this unholy collection of scars and medical mistakes is a hammered flat nose and short black hair that never quite lies down. All of this makes me resemble a club fighter who’s stayed in the ring too long. It’s a miracle Alexa ever agreed to marry me. But then, if Julia Roberts could once marry Lyle Lovett, I guess anything is possible.
 
The door opened on four and two young patrolmen got on, so we cut the funny stuff and I said good-bye.
 
“See you at home in about an hour and a half,” Alexa said as I got off on that random floor and pushed the Down button for the parking garage.
 
Five minutes later I was in my freshly leased, silver Acura MDX, enjoying the new car smell as I headed out of the administration-building parking garage on my way home. A bleak landscape of urban blight and human misery passed by outside, but I was oblivious with the windows up and the AC on. I was in my sweet-smelling automotive capsule, immune to the reek and cries of the Row, thinking about Tony Filosiani.
 
In the last decade or so, the LAPD had experienced a run of disasters, from the Rodney King case to the Rampart scandal. Recently, we had been cleaning up the mess, and that was mostly because of Tony. Our chief arrived from Brooklyn four years ago and was known by the troops as the Day-Glo Dago because of his colorful, somewhat out-there personality and management style. I was worried about him and would have liked to go over to USC Medical Center where he was being prepped for surgery to let him know he was in my thoughts. But I’m just a Detective III, and somewhere deep in the reptilian part of my brain that processes police protocol, it felt like an ass-kiss, so I didn’t go. It was different for Alexa. She was a division commander.
 
I was in a silent argument with myself over this dilemma when I took my eyes off the road to reach in my glove box and turn on my police scanner, which is mandated off-duty protocol.
 
As I switched to Tac One, I heard a loud crash and a thump. I jerked my eyes up just in time to see a Safeway shopping cart full of junk skitter across the street in front of me, spilling empty Evian bottles and useless debris everywhere. I stood on the brake pedal as I heard screaming.
 
I’d hit someone.
 
I piled out of the Acura and started to look for the pedestrian. Nothing in front. Nothing in back. Where the hell was he?
 
“Under here, you stupid muthafucka!” a man shrieked.
 
I kneeled down and looked. Wedged under my oil pan was one of the scrawniest, scruffiest men I have ever seen. Dusty black skin, dreadlocks, and a greasy, brown coat that looked like it had been used as the drop cloth under a lube rack.
 
“Look what you’ve done, you asshole!” the man screamed, holding his wrist. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?”
 
“You okay?” I stammered.
 
I reached under the car and tried to grab him by the shoulder to drag him out, but when I touched him, he started screaming louder.
 
“Whatta you want me to do?” I asked helplessly, wondering how to get him out from under there.
 
“Just get away from me, ya dumb muthafucka.”
 
Then he slowly started to worm his way out from beneath my car. It was hard to guess his age under the tangled beard and layer of grime, but if I had to, I’d say around thirty-five. He had a cut on his head and scrapes all over the side of his face. His right wrist looked broken. How I had not killed him was a miracle.
 
Once he got out, he spent several moments moaning and cradling his wrist before he stumbled over, sat on the curb and glared malevolently. It took him about ten more seconds to figure me out. “Cop,” he finally growled.
 
Copyright © 2006 by Stephen J. Cannell

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  • Posted February 15, 2012

    great read

    I Read constantly, this was and all the Stephen Cannell books kept me interested. love a book that get me in the first chapter and keeps me up reading

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2011

    Great Read

    I couldnt put this book down. First Shane Scully series ive read and will read them all. Thanks to Mr. Cannell and all his great works; he will be missed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2008

    Good read!

    I read this right after finisheing Cold Hit (by same author) and enjoyed it. This one strained credability a bit but I'm invested in the characters of this series and will add it to my list of must read series'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2006

    NONPAREIL READING OF TOPNOTCH THRILLER

    Detective Shane Scully and his wife, Alexa, are an unlikely but intriguing pair. She's not only drop dead gorgeous but also Director of Operations for the LAPD, and no one would call him good looking. It's best said in his own words: ''It's a miracle Alexa ever agreed to marry me. But then, if Julia Roberts could once marry Lyle Lovett, I guess anything is possible.' How can you not like him? Millions do as is shown by the sales of the previous Shane Scully novels. Here's another to enjoy, especially as read on both the Abridged and Unabridged versions by the inimitable Scott Brick. It's been said that Brick is Scully and always should be. How true! With 'White Sister' we find Shane and Alexa planning to meet at home in about an hour after she finishes up some office work. That hour more than passes when he receives a call to cover a crime on Mulholland Drive. There he finds a gang member has been killed execution style and his body is in Alexa's car, with no sign of Alexa anywhere. In this, the sixth Scully story Shane is portrayed as a man who'll risk everything, his own life included, to find his wife and solve the murder. However, he's never faced an enemy like this before, one with a devious criminal mind who uses every resource to stay one jump ahead of him. As readers/listeners have come to appreciate, Cannell writes dialogue like few others - well he should as he's the creator of more than forty popular TV series such as The Rockford Files, The A-Team, and The Commish. Enjoy! - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2006

    Couldn't put it down!

    I just finished White Sister by Stephen J. Cannell, pretty much read it cover to cover, it was that good! I like the Scully series a lot, so I had high hopes for this book and it didn't let me down. Really suspenseful, exciting, and with an element of humor as I've come to expect from Cannell. But this book was also more emotional than the others, really diving into Shane's relationship with his wife and the dark past she saved him from. I highly recommend reading this one, even if you are new to the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2006

    exciting crime thriller

    LAPD detective Shane Scully and his wife Alexa plan to meet in one hour. However, while he arrives at their rendezvous spot, she never makes it. Concerned as she would have told him if something came up, Shane is called to the crime scene of an executed African-American gangbanger found dead in Alexa's car with her gun nearby. Alexa is soon also found shot in the head, barely alive. --- Regardless of law and police procedures including vested interest, Scully needs action while he prays for his beloved spouse. He investigates the homicide and her shooting, which leads to rap music. He quickly realizes that gangsta rap is fairy tales for children compared to the executive wars especially Lou and Stacy Maluga. She, known as 'the white sister', can destroy a person legally through the law and media or illegally through a hit. If Scully gets to close she will use all her lethal weapons as blood on her hands make her even more ambitiously and deadly Shane needs to bring her down using her methods, at least the illegal ones. --- Scully is not just over the top in this exciting crime thriller, he is over Mount Everest as he is a bit (make that humongous) unhinged by what happened to Alexa. The story line is speed of light action that never decelerates until the final climax. Fans will put on their seat belts and crash helmets as they ride alongside an avenging Scully, who adds humor when he turns occasionally sensitive and mellow. Stephen J. Cannell writes a fun out of control High Noon tale. --- Harriet Klausner

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    Posted March 2, 2009

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    Worst of the series

    This is the worst of the Shane Scully books. I enjoyed reading it but thought parts of it are too far fetched. The other books in this series were much better.

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