Deception (Alex Delaware Series #25)

Deception (Alex Delaware Series #25)

by Jonathan Kellerman

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ISBN-13: 9780345505682
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/22/2011
Series: Alex Delaware Series , #25
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 139,614
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 7.30(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world’s most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a clinical psychologist to more than thirty bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher’s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, Twisted, and True Detectives. With his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored the bestsellers Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. He is the author of numerous essays, short stories, scientific articles, two children’s books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children, as well as the lavishly illustrated With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California and New Mexico. Their four children include the novelists Jesse Kellerman and Aliza Kellerman.

Hometown:

Beverly Hills, California

Date of Birth:

August 9, 1949

Place of Birth:

New York, New York

Education:

B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974

Read an Excerpt

 The woman had haunted eyes.
 Pale, drooping at the outer edges, they stared into theunseen camera with an odd combination of defiance and defeat.

 She didn't move. Neither did the camera. The wall behindher was brown-blue, the color of an old bruise. The couch on which she perchedwas gray. She was a pretty woman, made less so by fear. Her shoulders werebunched high, her neck tendons taut as bridge cables. A black, sleeveless dressshowcased soft white arms. Too-blond hair fell limply to her shoulders.

 Moments passed. Nothing happened. In another situation Imight've cracked wise about it being one of Andy Warhol's old anti-films:interminable, static studies of the Empire State Building, a man sleeping.

When a homicide lieutenant brings you something to watch,you keep your mouth shut.

Milo stood behind me. His black hair and raincoat wererumpled. The coat was cheap, green, wrinkled past the point of salvation. Itgave off a not unpleasant vegetative odor. He'd placed a massive breakfastburrito in a take-out box on my desk, hadn't touched it.

 When he drops in, he usually beelines for the fridge,empties a quart of something, raids the shelves for bad carbs. This morning,he'd marched to my office, loaded the DVD with a flourish.

"For your consideration."

 Blanche, my little French bulldog, sat next to me,uncharacteristically serious. She'd tried her usual smile, had figured outsomething was different when Milo didn't stoop to pet her.

 I rubbed her knobby head. She looked up at me, returnedher attention to the monitor.

 The woman's lips moved.

Milo said, "Here we go."

 More silence on the screen.

"So I lied."

The woman said, "My name is Elise Freeman. I'm ateacher and tutor at Windsor Preparatory Academy in Brentwood." Her voicewas throaty. She knotted her fingers, flopped them onto her lap. "I'mmaking this recording to document sustained abuse I have received at the handsof faculty members at Windsor Preparatory Academy in Brentwood. Which I willhereon refer to as Prep."

Deep breath. "For the past two years at Prep, I havebeen subjected to repeated, unwarranted, aggressive, and distressing sexualharassment from three individuals. Their names are." Her right hand rose.A finger pointed upward. "Enrico Hauer. H-A-U-E-R." Two fingers:"James Winterthorn." More slow, enunciated spelling, then a trio ofdigits. "Pat Skaggs."

 The hand dropped. "For the past two years EnricoHauer, James Winterthorn, and Pat Skaggs have made my life a living hell byengaging in brutal, unsolicited, and threatening sexual behavior. I am makingthis recording so that in the event something violent happens to me, theauthorities will know where to look. I do not know what else to do as I feeltrapped and frightened and have nowhere to turn. I hope this recording neverneeds to come to light but if it does, I am glad that I made it."

Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips moved soundlessly andshe slumped. Suddenly her jaw jutted and she was sitting up straight. Moredefiance than defeat.

Staring hard at the camera. "Thanks forlistening."

 The screen went blue. Milo said, "Talk about a D-movieplot device."

 I said, "But you're here. She was murdered?"

"Maybe. She's on ice."

"Backlog at the coroner?"

 His laughter was harsh. "Nope, this morning I'm Mr.Literal. Ice of the dry sort. Frozen CO2. She was found in her home, lying in abathtub full of the stuff."

I tried to picture the blond woman as a frozen corpse, didn'tlike the image that flashed in my head, and reverted to Doctor Helpful."Someone trying to mess up the time-of-death estimate? Or maybe apsychopath coming up with a new way to showcase his handiwork."

 He winced, as if all contingencies were painful. Removingthe disc, he slipped it back into a clear plastic jewel box. Not bothering toglove up; the DVD had already been printed, matched only to Elise Freeman.

 I said, "Where are you going with this?"

He rotated his neck. "Got coffee? Maybe sometoast?"

Chapter Two 

  We left myhouse with black coffee in travel-cups and six slices of lavishly butteredsesame-rye.

 When Milo wants to think, phone, text, or sleep hesometimes asks me to do the driving. It's against LAPD regs but so are lots ofthings. He makes up for my mileage cost with bar tabs and such.

 The toast was occupying his attention so I offered totake my Seville. He shook his head, scattering crumbs, continued to his latestunmarked, a bronze Chevy Malibu with a phlegmy ignition. Heading north onBeverly Glen, he steered with one hand, stuffed rye bread into his mouth withthe other.

The police radio was switched off. The burrito rested inthe backseat and filled the car with eau de frijole.

 He said, "In answer to your question, toomessy."

"That was low on my list of questions. Where are wegoing?"

 "Where she died, Studio City."

"Not a West L.A. case but you're on it."

 "Not an official homicide but I'm on it."

The difference between an experienced psychologist and anovice is knowing when not to speak.

I sat back and drank coffee.

 Milo said, "Maybe there'll be a microwave and I canheat up the burrito."

 Elise Freeman had resided in a green-sided, tar-roofedbungalow on a spidery, tree-shaded lane east of Laurel Canyon and north ofVentura Boulevard. Close enough to the thoroughfare to hear Valley traffic, butmature vegetation and larger houses blocked any urban visuals.

 The little green box sat at the terminus of a long dirtdriveway split by a strip of concrete. A gray sedan was parked near the frontdoor. Full-sized car but not big enough to hide the bungalow's blemishes as wedrew close: worn and ragged siding eroded to raw wood in patches, curlingshingles, a noticeable listing to the right due to a sinking foundation.

No crime scene tape that I could see, no uniforms onwatch.

 I said, "When was she found?"

 "Last night by her boyfriend. He says he talked toher on the phone three days ago but after that, she stopped returning hiscalls. A forty-eight-hour time frame fits the coroner's TOD guesstimate.Probably at the tail end-early morning. Apparently, dry ice doesn't melt, itsublimates-goes straight into the atmosphere-so there's no water residue forestimating degradation. In an ice chest, the rate of sublimation is five to tenpounds every twenty-four hours, but it's faster under normal roomtemperature."

 "Any empty ice bags left behind?"

 "Nope. Exactly."

 Someone had cleaned up.

 "The scene's still intact?"

He scowled. "I never got a chance to see the scenebecause my involvement began at five thirty a.m. today when Deputy ChiefWeinberg woke me from a rare good dream. The DVD, the key to the house, and what'spassing for a file were messengered to my house ten minutes later."

"High intrigue and an egregious break inprocedure," I said. "Sounds like orders from on high."

 He continued slowly up the drive, checking out thesurroundings. Layers of greenery to the left, a two-story Colonial mansion tothe right. The big house was wood-sided like the bungalow, but what I could seeof it was painted white and adorned with black shutters. It sat on a generouslot partitioned from Freeman's skimpy ribbon of real estate by a ten-footstucco fence topped with used brick. Bougainvillea topped areas of brick,amping up the privacy quotient on both sides.

 The smaller structure might've begun life as anoutbuilding of the manse, back when multi-acre estates spread across Valleyhillsides. A guesthouse, servant's quarters, maybe tack storage for one of thecowboy actors wanting proximity to the Burbank film-lots that passed for WildWest badlands.

Milo rolled to a stop inches from the Crown Vic. No oneat the wheel, but a man in a cream-colored suit emerged from behind thebungalow.

 A hair over Milo's six three, he was broad, black,bespectacled. The suit was double-breasted and tailored to nearly conceal a gunbulge.

 He gave a cursory nod. "Milo."

 "Stan."

 "And this is..."

"Dr. Delaware."

 "Your psychologist."

 "That makes it sound like I'm in therapy,Stan."

 "Therapy's in fashion now, Milo. The departmentlooks kindly on self-awareness and insight."

 "Must have missed that memo."

 A big hand extended. "Stanley Creighton,Doctor."

 We shook.

Milo said, "What brings you down from Olympus,Stan?"

"More like Bunker Hill," said Creighton."I'm here to keep an eye out."

"New clause in the captain's job description?"

 Creighton said, "One does what one is told." Heturned to me. "Speaking of which, Doctor, I appreciate what you do but youshouldn't be here."

 "He's cleared for takeoff, Stan."

 Creighton frowned. Cool morning but the back of his neckwas moist ebony. "I must've missed that memo."

 "Probably buried under a pile of wisdom from HisMunificence."

Creighton flashed beautiful teeth. "Why don't youcall him that to his face? Doctor, you really need to absent yourself."

 "Stan, he really doesn't."

 Creighton's smile degraded to something cold andmenacing. "You're telling me you got papal dispensation for his presenceat this specific crime scene?"

"Why would I improvise about that, Stan?"

"Why indeed," said Creighton. "Except forthe fact that rationality doesn't always figure into human behavior. Which iswhy my wife, who has an M.D., still smokes a pack and a half a day."

"Feel free to call the Vatican to verify,Stan."

Creighton studied me. "Can I assume that LieutenantSturgis has informed you of the need for exceptional discretion here,Doctor?"

 "Absolutely."

"Exceptional," he repeated.

 "I love exceptions," I said.

 "Why's that, Doctor?"

 "They're a lot more interesting than rules."

Creighton tried to smile again. The result fit him likepanty hose on a mastiff. "I respect what you do, Doctor. My wife's aneurologist, works with psychologists all the time. But now I'm wondering ifLieutenant Sturgis relies on you so not because of your professional skills,maybe it's more of a personality thing." Expanding his chest. "As inwiseass loves company."

Before I could answer he wheeled on Milo. "How muchtime are you going to need here?"

"Hard to say."

 "I'm after a little more precision."

 "C'mon, Stan-"

"You've already seen the crime scene pix, the body'slong gone, the prints and fluid swabs are at the lab, and your vic's computerwas lifted, so what do you expect to accomplish?"

No mention of the DVD.

Milo said, "Hell, Stan, why even bother to work whenwe can go on detective.com?"

 "Yuk yuk yuk, ka-ching, rim shot," saidCreighton. "Bottom line: There's nothing this place can tell you. Unlessyou're one of those paranormals, think you can feel vibrations."

"You were in my place you wouldn't do a walk-through?"

 "Sure, cover your ass. But walk quickly. I've beenhere since six a.m., which is an hour after Weinberg woke me up and gave me myorders. Morning's aren't my fun time. This particular morning, my knee's beinga nasty bitch. So what I'm gonna do right now is go for a nice, loose walk andwhen I get back, I strongly prefer to see you the hell out of here so I can getthe hell out of here and do the job they officially pay me for."

 Favoring me with a contemptuous glance. "Be careful,Doctor."

We watched him stride off, limping slightly.

I said, "Who'd he play for?"

"U. Nevada, didn't make the big-time."

 "What do they officially pay him for?"

 "He used to work Sex Crimes. Now he pushes paper andattends meetings."

"And occasionally plays watchman."

"Funny 'bout that."

 We continued toward the green house.

 I said, "If it's all so hush-hush how'd you get thechief to approve me?"

"I'll answer that once you're approved."

The bungalow's front porch creaked under our weight. Ahummingbird feeder dangling from the overhang was empty and dry. Milo pulledout a tagged key and unlocked the door and we stepped into a small, dim livingroom. Blank space atop a TV table.

 I said, "Her video gear's at the lab?"

Nod.

 "Where was the DVD found?"

"Stuck in the middle of a stack of her favoritemovies. Or so the file claims."

"Creighton didn't mention it."

"Like I said, it got messengered."

"By who?"

 "Guy in a suit."

"And a badge?"

 "That, too."

 "A note in the envelope said it was found in a stackof the victim's DVDs."

 "But not cataloged as evidence."

"Funny 'bout that."

"Who took the initial call?"

"Two North Hollywood D's who have absolutely nothingto say to me."

"Are you planning to tell me what got the gearsgrinding?"

 "It wasn't her," he said. "They couldn'tcare less about her. That's the point, Alex."

 I said, "The suspects are the point. Where they'reemployed."

"You never heard that from me."

 "A school has that much clout?"

 "It does when the right people's kids are enrolled.You ever have patients from Windsor Prep?"

"A few."

 "Any pattern you'd care to share?"

 "Affluent, attractive kids. For the most part,bright, but under lots of pressure academically, athletically, and socially. Inother words, no different from any other prep school."

"This case makes it real different."

"Because of one student in particular."

 Silence.

"College applications go in soon," I said."Here's a wild guess: The chief has a kid aiming for the Ivy League."

 He shoved a coarse shock of hair off his brow. Fuzzylight advertised every pock and knot on his face. "I never heard that fromyou."

"Son or daughter?"

"Son," he said. "Only child. Another Einstein,according to his mommy, the Virgin Mary."

"Talk about a mixed metaphor."

 "What the hell, they were both nice Jewishboys."

"Graduating senior?"

"Graduating with honors and aiming for Yale."

I said, "It's the toughest year ever, huge upsurgeof applications, lots of honor students are going to be disappointed. A coupleof patients I saw as little kids have come back for moral support and they saythe most trivial factor can nudge the scales. A big-time scandal would energizethe Rejection Gods."

He bowed. "O Great Swami of the East, your wisdomhas pierced the miasma." He began circling the room. "Ol' Stanley waswrong. Why I rely upon you has nothing to do with personality."

 Creighton might've been off about that but to my eye hewas right about the house yielding nothing of value.

 The miserly space had already taken on an abandoned feel.The front room, carelessly and cheaply furnished, sported a U-build bookshelffull of high school texts, SAT and ACT practice manuals, a few photographyvolumes featuring pretty shots of faraway places, paperbacks by Jane Austen,Aphra Behn, and George Eliot.

The plywood-and-Formica kitchenette was a sixtiesbootleg. Wilting fruit and vegetables moldered in the mini-fridge; a couple ofLean Cuisine boxes sat in the freezer compartment. A kitchen cabinet wascrammed full of liquor mini-bottles and some full-sized quarts. Budget gin butGrey Goose vodka, no mixers prettying up intentions.

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chs287228 More than 1 year ago
All of a sudden, the prices are now 13 and 14 dollars! Too much! Also, too many books on pre-order when they've been on the shelves in stores for weeks and months! Feel like we've been had buying the Nook after waiting several months for delivery!!!!
harstan More than 1 year ago
Windsor Preparatory Academy teacher Elise Freeman is found dead in her apartment in Studio City. The victim is found lying in a tub of dry ice. Los Angeles Police Department Deputy Chief Weinberg assigns the homicide investigation to Lieutenant Milo Sturgis with a stern warning to keep the exclusive Brentwood school out of the inquiry as much as possible though he offers no explanation; veteran cop Milo is used to personal agenda restrictions from superiors.. Milo is concerned with his boss' admonition because Elise left behind a DVD accusing three of her peers of sexual harassment. He believes the case must start with them. Psychologist Alex Delaware assists Milo on the case and soon the pair find a teacher with plenty of skeletons that those involved with her want to remain interred. However, one of them has killed before and is willing to kill again to keep the bones buried. As always in this remarkable police procedural, the lead pair of Milo and Alex make for a fine story line as they debate the merits of the case and much more. The investigation is totally hampered by Chief Weinberg placing a major stipulation on Detective Sturgis; this adds depth and a sense of realism to the whodunit. Fans of the long running series will enjoy Deception as the investigators seek Evidence while walking the tightrope of brass interference. Harriet Klausner
AuntLoLo More than 1 year ago
Honest, fellow readers,I really couldn't put this book down and as a result, I received eye strain for my efforts. DECEPTION went with me to 3 doctors offices, my husband's office (waited for him)and even a drag race. The only thing is that I got aggravated at Alex because I wore my brain out trying to figure out what he was thinking... ahead of the vocalization of his theory. Milo is especially thoughtful in this book, in his Milo way, and I liked it. The old adage is correct; this is a real page turner. And yes, I'm not ashamed that I am a Milo Sturgis and Alex Delaware groupie.
wolftever More than 1 year ago
It's always nice to have a new Alex Delaware novel in my hands. This is the second Delaware novel I've read for the first time on the Nook, and I have to say I am loving the little device! Much easier to carry it on the airplane than carrying a couple of hard-cover novels. "Deception" isn't anything terribly original ... but it feels like sitting down with an old friend. Alex and Milo and Robin: I LOVE these characters, always have and always will. And unlike Patricia Cornwell, Kellerman has managed to keep the proceedings from becoming stale or too unpredictable. I mean, you know what you're getting with a Delaware novel; and that's still a good thing. Not so much with the Scarpetta novels, in my opinion. I highly recommend this book!
StuSS More than 1 year ago
Suddenly books are $13.50 when the big nook hype was $9.99 for best sellers. False advertising at it's finest. Lot's of Nook owners would like to return their Nooks. Me too! How do I return it for credit?
emmi331 More than 1 year ago
Psychologist Alex Delaware and his friend Detective Milo Sturgis try to unravel the reasons behind the murder of a teacher at a prestigious private school near Los Angeles. Elise Freeman would seem to have plenty of enemies, in her professional life as well as in her private one. Her promiscuity and shady financial dealings in recent years don't help matters. Higher-ups at both the exclusive school and in the police department would rather hush the murder up, but Milo isn't having it. In this one, narrator Alex drops a bit into the background, with Milo's impressive interrogative (he prefers to call it "interviewing") skills coming to the fore. A fast, enjoyable read.
ColeBC More than 1 year ago
The latest from Jonathan Kellerman does not disappoint! I could not put this book down and couldn't wait to see what happened next. The story line is tight and the characters and action are vintage Kellerman. This is one of the best Alex Delaware mysteries in a while.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all of the Jonathan Kellerman books with Alex Delaware.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all but three of Jonathan Kellerman's books, with the sad realization that the more recent the novel, the more shallow the story. I have found the story to be unimaginative (main character seducing female by page 13) and shallow. I was hoping for an "on the edge of my seat, can't put it down" story-line, but have had no problems putting this one down, and not much interest in picking it back up. Think this might be the end of following Alex Delaware, and all of Jonathan Kellerman's characters. Will have to wait and see :(
claude_lambert on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Kellerman is a powerful author. His stories are well told and well constructed and his characters are interesting. How many good books can any successful writer produce? Most of us cannot even produce the first one. So, this one is not on the "best" list, there is no doubt about that. The characters are not fully deployed, the action is not terrific,the plot is not appealing. Forgive the author and lose the book.One thing I like in all these books is that the bad guys are always different in age, in appearance, in motivation, they are all the same in darkness. It is true for "Deception" as well. The trouble is that this time, the killer is so uninteresting that the book falls flat. It is too much like in real life: I have often been a prison visitor, and I got to say most criminals are flat too.
kraaivrouw on LibraryThing 2 days ago
It seems that I've been writing about reading comfort food for days now. That's because I've been recovering from gallbladder surgery (am much better now) and haven't been worth much beyond reading. I love Jonathan Kellerman, although I've been disappointed in his last two books. He's gone through a period where I wondered where he could be going with the series and it looked like it was going nowhere good.In Deception Kellerman really regains his footing. Once again the partnership between Alex and Milo is at the center of events. The story is interesting and complicated and full of wonderful twists and changes - nothing is what you expect. I particularly like the friendship between Alex and Milo and I like how it's grown. As they've partnered together through the years they've each learned things from the other and the partnership itself feels as solid as any marriage.Good narrative, great plot, and it was the perfect read for a convalescent. Thanks Mr. Kellerman for keeping me entertained!
she_climber on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Interesting but not earth-shattering entertainment. The story seemed very dialogue heavy, which made it somewhat monotonous in my mind as I read. I liked the little glimpse into Delaware¿s past ¿ I don¿t remember learning that before. But there were no side stories, very little of Robin or any of the characters really, which is really too bad ¿ since the relationships that the reader builds over time with the characters is main reason, in my opinion, to read serials. Not my favorite Kellerman.
OneMorePage on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Another in the very long series of who-done-it's staring child psychologist Alex Delaware and atypical police lieutenant Milo Sturgis. In this, Milo and Alex search for the killer of a woman who tutored at the exclusive private high school that the LA Chief of Police's son attends. Consistent Kellerman reading, satisfying but not world-stopping. I'll keep reading his books!
BrianEWilliams on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Suspenseful police procedural. Easy to read in one sitting.
PegSwaney on LibraryThing 2 days ago
woman found on ice- a teacher at son of chief's school- tv reporter does sting- GOOD, I read all night.
MaryWJ on LibraryThing 2 days ago
it was fine, a standard Alex Delaware novel; emphasis on degrees people have was a little weird - I don't think academics talk like that (none I've met, at least).
cmeilink on LibraryThing 2 days ago
The latest in the Alex Delaware/Milo Sturgis series. I thought it was a pretty good story although not as good as some of Kellerman's earlier works. I did appreciate the growing list of suspects--made the story more interesting. A solid book, but not exceptional.
allthesedarnbooks on LibraryThing 2 days ago
This is the latest Alex Delaware mystery by Jonathan Kellerman (although I feel at this point I should be labeling them Alex Delaware and Milo Sturgis mysteries because Milo has taken over, lol). Alex and Milo investigate the death of a teacher at an elite prep school. This one's a lot better than the last two or three (Evidence was especially lackluster, IMHO) but still not as good as the older entries in the series. The conclusion to the mystery isn't too weird or unpredictable, but there's nothing too brilliant in the journey to answers, either. There are some nice moments of interaction between Alex and Milo, and we get to see Robin and Blanche, too, although briefly. Not a bad summer read at all. Three and a half stars.
FlowerFairy on LibraryThing 2 days ago
I really don't know why I keep reading this series. I guess I'm hoping it will return to great characters, great mysteries and great writing. Instead, it's more like someone is forcing the author to continuing writing even though his heart isn't in it and he no longer cares about his characters. Very disappointed. Used to be one of my favorite seris.
DBower on LibraryThing 2 days ago
As soon as a book by Jonathan Kellerman comes out (especially Alex Delaware) I immediately buy it. He is one of my favorite authors and the Alex Delaware is one of my favorite series. This book took a bit longer to get into but the ending was great. In the book, Delaware and Sturgis deal with the rich powerful and egotistial elite. While I don't believe this is one of his best, it is still definitely worth reading.
annbury on LibraryThing 2 days ago
A teacher/tutor at an exclusive LA prep school is murdered, and Alex and Milo set out to find out who did it. The difficulties are complicated by the fact that Milo's boss has a son at the school, and doesn't want any publicity, and by the fact that the teacher turns out to have been a very busy girl. There are few people to like in this one (even Alex and Milo are losing appeal, as they grow ever more cynical) and lots of negative vibes about lots of things. But even if it's not very likable, it's a compelling read, which is afterall what a mystery is supposed to be.
katiefeldmom on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Kellerman's 25th book in the Alex and Milo series finds the two on the case of a prep school teacher who has been murdered. The teamwork never disappoints me and I found it to be quite enjoyable again.
piankeshaw on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Kellerman novels are one of my indulgences. I have come to think of Alex and Milo as part of the family. True, I can usually figure out whodunnit within the first few chapters, but I also just enjoying hanging out with Alex and Milo and catching up with what they are up to. Deception is classic Kellerman and that's a good thing. When he has strayed from his usual format I've found myself disappointed. I've got to figure out a way that I can share Kellerman novels on the Sony Reader. My sister, brother-in-law, and mother, and I would rotate buying the hardbacks when they first came out and passed them around. We have all since migrated to the Sony Reader and have sworn off buying actual books.
emigre on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Addictive thriller about the murder of a prep school teacher.
Anonymous 3 months ago
This book was showing at 2.99. After I Read the sample and went to buy, it is now 9.99.