Blood Relations

Blood Relations

by Jonathan Moore

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Overview


Edgar Award Finalist

"Taut, smart and electrifying." —Liv Constantine


A new thriller from a writer who’s been compared to Michael Crichton, Alfred Hitchcock, Raymond Chandler, Blake Crouch, and David Cronenberg takes us to the most menacing core of California’s upper crust, a class of billionaires with more money than they could spend in an eternity.

Who is Claire Gravesend?
 
So wonders PI Lee Crowe when he finds her dead, in a fine cocktail dress, on top of a Rolls Royce, in the most dangerous neighborhood in San Francisco. Claire’s mother, Olivia, is one of the richest people in California. She doesn’t believe the coroner: her daughter did not kill herself. Olivia hires Crowe, who—having just foiled a federal case against a cartel kingpin—is eager for distraction. But the questions about the Gravesend family pile up fast.
 
First, the autopsy reveals round scars running down Claire’s spine, old marks Olivia won’t explain. Then, Crowe visits Claire’s Boston townhouse and has to fend off an armed intruder. Is it the Feds out for revenge? Or is this connected to the Gravesends? He leaves Boston afraid, but finds his way to Claire’s secret San Francisco pied-à-terre. It’s there that his questions come to a head. Sleeping in an upstairs bedroom, he finds Claire—her face, her hair, her scars—and as far as he can tell, she’s alive. And Crowe’s back at the start:
 
Who is Claire Gravesend?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781328987815
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 06/18/2019
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 368,908
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

JONATHAN MOORE is the author of five books, including The Poison Artist, The Dark Room, and The Night Market. Before completing law school, he was an English teacher, a bar owner, a raft guide, a counselor at a wilderness camp for juvenile delinquents, and an investigator for a criminal defense attorney.

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The first time I saw Claire Gravesend she was already dead. She hadn’t been that way long. She was lying in front of the Refugio Apartments on Turk Street, still warm, still with color on her cheeks. I put two fingers on the left side of her throat and confirmed what was already obvious. I didn’t consider calling 911. The last thing I wanted to do right then was talk to the police. And anyway, it was too late to do her any good.

Even as I watched, the rain was pooling over her open eyes. If there was any part of her that could still see, she was looking up from beneath an ocean. The surface was too far away to reach. She’d taken her last breath and now she was sinking, bringing with her everything she’d ever known.
 
Claire Gravesend.

Of course, I didn’t know her name yet. I didn’t know what she would do to my life. It could have been a passing encounter. An unfortunate sight on a Tenderloin street that was already inclined toward misfortune. But instead I took out my camera, and ultimately that was what drew me into it. I only saw her in the flesh for a few minutes, and after that it was just photographs. Pieces of her life, hints. The traces were scattered like shards of broken glass.

In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been surprised when that encounter wasn’t the end of it. Once you brush against someone like Claire Gravesend, you’re marked. Either you begin to turn the wheels, or the gears move on their own. And when the axles start to spin, the motion is self-perpetuating. An eternal cycle, always renewing.

What I can’t shake is that image of eternity. Or it could be fate I’m talking about ​— ​the idea that your name and the course of your life were set down in stone before the Big Bang’s first spark. That you could live forever and not escape the path that had been laid out for you.

But that’s only because of what happened later.
 
 

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