Darkness, Take My Hand (Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro Series #2)

Darkness, Take My Hand (Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro Series #2)

by Dennis Lehane


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ISBN-13: 9780062224033
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 04/16/2013
Series: Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro Series , #2
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 200,500
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Dennis Lehane is the author of ten novels, including the New York Times bestsellers Gone, Baby, Gone; Mystic River; Shutter Island; The Given Day; Moonlight Mile; and Live by Night, as well as Coronado, a collection of short stories and a play. He and his wife, Angie, divide their time between Boston and the Gulf Coast of Florida.


Boston, Massachusetts

Date of Birth:

August 4, 1965

Place of Birth:

Dorchester, Massachusetts


B.A., Eckerd College, 1988; M.F.A., Florida International University, 1993

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Chapter One

Christmas Eve
6:15 p.m.

Three days ago, on the first official night of winter, a guy I grew up with, Eddie Brewer, was one of four people shot in a convenience store. Robbery was not a motive. The shooter, James Fahey, had recently broken up with his girlfriend, Laura Stiles, who was a cashier on the four-to-twelve shift. At eleven fifteen, as Eddie Brewer filled a styrofoam cup with ice and Sprite, James Fahey walked through the door and shot Laura Stiles once in the face and twice in the heart.

Then he shot Eddie Brewer once in the head and walked down the frozen food aisle and found an elderly Vietnamese couple huddling in the dairy section. Two bullets each for them, and James Fahey decided his work was complete.

He walked out to his car, sat behind the wheel, and taped the restraining order Laura Stiles and her family had successfully filed against him to the rearview mirror. Then he tied one of Laura's bras around his head, took a pull from a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and fired a bullet into his mouth.

James Fahey and Laura Stiles were pronounced dead at the scene. The elderly Vietnamese man died en route to Carney Hospital, his wife a few hours later. Eddie Brewer, however, lies in a coma, and while doctors say his prognosis isn't good, they also admit his continued existence is all but miraculous.

The press have been giving that description a lot of play lately, because Eddie Brewer, never anything close to a saint when we were growing up, is a priest. He'd been out jogging the night he was shot, dressed in thermals and sweats, so Fahey didn't know his vocation, though I doubt it would have mattered much. Butthe press, sensing both a nostalgia for religion so close to the holidays, and a fresh spin on an old story, played his priesthood for all it was worth.

TV commentators and print editorialists have likened Eddie Brewer's random shooting to a sign of the apocalypse. and around-the-clock vigils have been held at his parish in Lower Mills and outside the Carney. Eddie Brewer, an obscure cleric and a completely unassuming man, is heading for martyrdom, whether he lives or not.

None of this has anything to do with the nightmare that descended on my life and that of several others in this city two months ago, a nightmare that left me with wounds the doctors say have healed as well as can be expected, even though my right hand has yet to regain most of its feeling, and the scars on my face sometimes burn under the beard I've grown. No, a priest getting shot and the serial killer who entered my life and the latest "ethnic cleansing" being wrought in a former Soviet republic or the man who shot up an abortion clinic not far from here or another serial killer who's killed ten in Utah and has yet to be caught-none of it is connected.

But sometimes it feels like it is, as if somewhere there's a thread to all these events, all these random, arbitrary violence's, and that if we can just figure out where that thread begins, we can pull on it, unravel everything, make sense of it.

Since Thanksgiving, I've grown the beard, the first one of my life, and while I keep it trimmed, it continues to surprise me in the mirror every morning, as if I spend my nights dreaming of a face that is smooth and unruptured by scars, flesh that is clean the way only a baby's is, skin untouched by anything but sweet air and a mother's tender caresses.

The office-Kenzie/Gennaro Investigations-is closed, gathering dust I assume, maybe the first stray cobweb in a corner behind my desk, maybe one behind Angie's too. Angie's been gone since the end of November, and I try not to think about her. Or Grace Cole. Or Grace's daughter, Mae. Or anything at all.

Mass has just ended across the street, and with the unseasonably warm weather-still in the low forties, though the sun's been down for ninety minutes-most of the parishioners mill about outside, and their voices are sharp in the night air as they wish each other good cheer and happy holidays. They remark on the strangeness of the weather, how erratic it's been all year, how summer was cold and autumn warm and then just as suddenly bitter and icy, how no one should be surprised if Christmas morning were to bring a Santa Ana and a mercury reading in the seventies.

Someone mentions Eddie Brewer, and they speak about it for a moment, but a brief one, and I sense they don't want it to spoil their festive mood. But, oh, they say, what a sick, crazy world. Crazy is the word, they say, crazy, crazy, crazy.

I spend most of my time sitting out here lately. From the porch, I can see people, and even though it's often cool out here, their voices keep me here as my bad hand stiffens with cold and my teeth begin to chatter.

In the mornings, I carry my coffee out, sit in the brisk air and look across the avenue to the schoolyard and watch the small boys in their blue ties and matching blue pants and the small girls with their plaid skirts and glinting barrettes run around the yard. Their sudden shrieks and darting movements, their seemingly bottomless supply of frenetic energy, can be wearying or invigorating depending on my mood. When it's a bad day, those shrieks tide my spinal column like chips of broken glass. On good days, though, I get a flush of something that may be a memory of what it was like to feel whole, when the simple act of breathing didn't ache.

The issue, he wrote, is pain. How much I feel, how much I parcel out.

He came during the warmest, most erratic autumn on record, when the weather seemed to have flipped completely off its usual course, when everything seemed upside down, as if you'd look at a hole in the ground and see stars and constellations floating at the bottom, turn your head to the sky and see dirt and trees hanging suspended. As if he had his fingers on the globe, and he slapped it, and the world-or at least my portion of it-spun.

Sometimes Bubba or Richie or Devin and Oscar drop by, sit out here with me and we talk about the NFL playoffs or the college bowls or the latest movies in town. We didn't talk about this past autumn or Grace and Mae. We don't talk about Angie. And we never talk about him. He's done his damage, and there's nothing left to say.

The issue, he wrote, is pain.

Those words-written on a piece of white, 8X11 copy paper-haunt me. Those words, so simple, sometimes seem as if they were written in stone.

Copyright ) 1997 by Dennis Lehane

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Darkness, Take My Hand (Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro Series #2) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 163 reviews.
BillyTheKid-inVietNam More than 1 year ago
If you read a ton of books like I do, you will really like this author's style and talent at telling a story. The characters are totally believable. The story is woven with many twists and turns and will have you guessing until the very end.
Sean_From_OHIO More than 1 year ago
Dennis Lehane has this amazing way of making this intense violent world he captures seem so realistic while not sensationalizing it. His dialogue is what I hear when I think of Boston and his characters make life-altering decisions and actually are affected by them. This book starts off being one thing and ended up in a totally different all while keeping the love between two people at the forefront even though its not a love story. This book is dark. This book is gruesome. This book also shows how much you can care about your loved ones and the steps someone might take to keep them safe. Overall, another fantastic novel in Lehane's library.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lehane continues to be a wonderful crime writer. His plots are intriguing & the pairing of Kenzie & Gennnaro are full of action & expectation. I have read a number of Lehane's books & they never disappoint.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I will read anything that Dennis Lehane publishes. He has an awesome feel for dialogue and can tell an amazing fleshed out story.
ErikaLues on LibraryThing 2 days ago
An interesting mystery about private detectives who get more drawn into a case then they would have liked. The character development and study of desensitization intrigued me, however, I felt it could have been expanded upon much more. There were numerous times when I did not want to put the book down. However, I did not feel the main characters were realistic, multi-faceted or "human" enough to hold my interest in the less intense periods. I enjoyed the straight forward writing, and the keeps-you-guessing story line, however, I thought it left a bit to be desired. It touches on some extremely intriguing concepts of inurement and the necessity of pain, but I felt it largely left those ideas out there, very separately, instead of drawing them into the story and the characters.All in all a good read. But I was hoping for more.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing 2 days ago
This is the second book of a series featuring Patrick Kenzie and Angie Genaro, partners in a private detective agency in a working-class section of Boston. That first book, A Drink Before the War dealt with a gang war, but Darkness, Take My Hand deal with a serial killer, and if the plot is fairly standard in that regard, this novel still stands out for style, setting and characters.A blurb in the book compares Lehane to Chandler, MacDonald and Parker. I actually prefer Lehane to any of them. I recently read through a list of mystery recommendations that included all those authors and discovered I actually don't usually care for the hard-boiled detective genre that includes those authors, even when the author is a fine stylist. (To Chandler and MacDonald I'd add Dashiel Hammett, Walter Mosley and James Lee Burke as impressive in that regard within that genre.) Yet with the possible exception of Hammett, you won't see me read more books by those other authors. In the end I find hard-boiled too cynical, too gritty and too many of the typical hard-boiled detectives are damn unlikable, little more than thugs. (Philip Marlowe, I'm looking at you!) And that is what sets Lehane apart. Because though the milieu Kenzie works in is dangerous, corrupt, at times bleak, there's a core of decency that runs through him, a sense of humor--and more than that--caring. The detectives of those other books are solitary, isolated and grim. But Kenzie has friends, and above all he has his partner Angie, and that makes all the difference to me. It's the humor, the way Lehane brings the mean streets of Boston to life, but above all that relationship between Angie and Patrick that will keep me reading the series.
EdGoldberg on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Someone is brutally killing people that Patrick knows and they are both on the case. The usual characters are there, which is nice since I have not read a Kenzie Gennaro book in a while.after reading The Given Day and thinking what a great writer Dennis Lehane is, it is nice to realize that that wonderful writing style is also evident on his mysteries. I am a Dennis Lehane fan all the way.
StevenFelson on LibraryThing 2 days ago
This was given to me by a friend with little preamble other than it was 'written by the guy who wrote Mystic River'. After reading it I ended up ploughing my way through all the other Kenzie and Gennaro books. Lehane is a very good writer with an eye for detail and the nerve to hang around with characters rather than let the plot whisk you away. It all helps build a really vivid sense of person and place, something he only gets better at with subsequent books. It's detective fiction but for 'The Wire' generation.
gam3 on LibraryThing 2 days ago
I enjoy Dennis Lehane's sentences, but the stories have more sizzle than meat. There were are few points in this book that were laughably bad. I did read the book and only had to skip a few pages, but it is like the author is writing the novel in a attempt to get a movie made, more than to entertain his readers.
tigerlilyreader on LibraryThing 2 days ago
As other reviewers have said, this book is dark. It's creepy and you'll want to lock your doors before reading at night! But it didn't hit me as hard as some Thomas Harris books have. What I really enjoy about this series is the romantic tension between the Angie and Patrick, the complexity of their relationship is very well done. In a good book, characters are allowed to grow and change as real people do, and Denis Lehane does that very well with his characters over the course of these books. I encourage you to read them in order, as this book has much more depth if you know what happens in A Drink Before the War.
liisa22 on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Dennis Lehanes's thriller is a great story that will keep you up at night, an not just to finish reading! A superb cast of characters, and an absorbing plot make for terrific reading. One not to miss!
ccayne on LibraryThing 2 days ago
This is my first Dennis Lehane and it's a top rate thriller. The characters are very well drawn and Lehane makes you consider the toll that being involved in crime, even as the good guy, takes on your life. It exposes everyone around you to violence which is beyond your control.
novawalsh on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Very good mystery. Very interesting look at crime, humanity, and murder. Not only kept me on the edge of my seat but made me think as well.
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cequillo on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I think some of Lehane's best work is his Kenzie/Gennaro novels. This is such a great fictional duo and I regret he's not written more of them. If you've not read any of these earlier books, do yourself a favor and pick one up. You won't be disappointed.
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sobiech57 More than 1 year ago
Read the #5 of this series first, and went back and bought all the other 5 in the series. Kept me entertained for a month! Loved this series, and the other Dennis Lehane books.
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Dennis does it again. I couldn't put it down. I wish there was more about Bubba, though.
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I am a fan of the mystery/detective/drama genre. Nothing I enjoy more than a good, tightly woven story. But my OWN particular personality defects prevent me from becoming totally involved, (or engrossed/committed -take your pick), in the tale if the author himself fails to present HIS plot in an unimpeachable, water-tight fashion that I, as the reader, am prevented from asking myself - "Well, wait a minute.... Why would they actually DO (or NOT do) this......" It HAS to make sense! It HAS to pass the smell-test for me, or I am then, @ that point, just skimming it to finish it and be done with it. And that is pretty much how THIS plot is constructed, in my view...... One example of many: So they've got a plan and are intent on catchin the BoogeyMan; on the night they're lying in wait and gonna catch him and save the city, they lose focus by having sex and lighting candles all over the stake-out location and, uh,... he kinda gets away! Damnit Jim! Trying not to give anything away here, but.... Yeah, put me down as dissapointed. And I wish I could have read a review indicating as much so I could have saved my self some time.