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Justice Denied (J. P. Beaumont Series #18)

Justice Denied (J. P. Beaumont Series #18)

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by J. A. Jance

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The murder of an ex-drug dealer ex-con—gunned down on his mother's doorstep—seems just another turf war fatality. Why then has Seattle homicide investigator J.P. Beaumont been instructed to keep this assignment hush-hush? Meanwhile, Beau's lover and fellow cop, Mel Soames, is involved in her own confidential investigation. Registered sex offenders from


The murder of an ex-drug dealer ex-con—gunned down on his mother's doorstep—seems just another turf war fatality. Why then has Seattle homicide investigator J.P. Beaumont been instructed to keep this assignment hush-hush? Meanwhile, Beau's lover and fellow cop, Mel Soames, is involved in her own confidential investigation. Registered sex offenders from all over Washington State are dying at an alarming rate—and not all due to natural causes.

A metropolis the size of Seattle holds its fair share of brutal crime, corruption, and dirty little secrets. But when the separate trails they're following begin to shockingly intertwine, Beau and Mel realize that they have stumbled onto something bigger and more frightening than they anticipated—a deadly conspiracy that's leading them to lofty places they should not enter . . . and may not be allowed to leave alive.

Editorial Reviews

Detective J. P. Beaumont's new assignment seems like a slam-dunk. He's been asked to quietly look into the murder of gang-banger LaShawn Tompkins, a street homicide that at first appears to be nothing more than the all too predictable result of a drug deal gone bad. But the more Beaumont probes the killing, the more he becomes convinced that it's a professional hit staged to look like something else. Things get even stranger when his investigations begins to overlap those of his Squad B buddy Melissa "Mel" Soames. Detail-rich suspense.
Publishers Weekly

In bestseller Jance's complex, overlong 18th J.P. Beaumont novel (after Long Time Gone), the Seattle special homicide investigator works three cases simultaneously. The first involves the murder of a wrongly imprisoned ex-con, the second the disappearance of a whistle-blowing electronics engineer who vanished the day Mount Saint Helen's erupted in 1980, the third the deaths of several former felons. Meanwhile, Mel Soames, Beau's female colleague and lover, looks into the unexplained deaths of recently released sex crimes perpetrators as well as the disappearance of a childhood friend's abusive father. Unbelievably, all Beaumont's and Mel's assignments meld into one, except for the case of the missing engineer. The detectives are helped by the delightful Todd Hatcher, a young forensic economist and statistical analyst, but the exceptionally busy plot, host of characters, incredible coincidences, ignored clues and red herrings add up to a less than stellar effort from the usually reliable Jance. (July)

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Library Journal

In Jance's latest outing, former Seattle homicide officer J.P. Beaumont finds himself "unofficially" investigating the murder of former gang member LaShawn Tompkins. Tompkins, just released from jail, could have been killed in an act of revenge, but more sinister and political motives crop up, just as Beaumont's girlfriend, also an officer, becomes embroiled in her own complex, and seemingly related, investigation. Compound this with the requisite drama from Beaumont's family, and the result is a complicated case that dangerously blurs the line between his professional and personal lives. While the narrative moves fairly quickly, the plot is not especially riveting nor are the characters. The program is read by actor Alan Nebelthau, whose sometime monotone performance doesn't convey the excitement or tension required. The overall production values here are of good quality. This is not an essential purchase, but it would be a reasonable choice for those collections with Jance followings.
—Nicole A. Cooke

Kirkus Reviews
In his 18th appearance, J.P. Beaumont has to cope with something no good cop is ever happy with: vigilantism in high places. J.P. Beaumont (Long Time Gone, 2005, etc.) sometimes refers to himself as an old warhorse, a member of "an exceedingly cranky endangered species." But there's plenty of cunning left in the ex-Seattle homicide cop. He knows it, and so does his current boss, Attorney General Ross Alan Connors, who handpicked him for the state's elite Special Homicide Investigation Team. Nor is it happenstance that whenever a case carries sensitive political implications, Connors invariably turns to his old warhorse. At first glance the murder of ex-con LaShawn Tompkins seems to J.P. to belong squarely in the bailiwick of the Seattle PD. Connors doesn't deny that, but he wants an overview just the same, an overview of a particular kind: maximum discretion, no e-mails, nothing in writing, verbal reports directly to the AG, who seems considerably on edge. As his investigation progresses, J.P. begins to understand why. Certain movers and shakers politically close to Connors have been behaving in ways calculated to unsettle a wary Attorney General, ways that suggest white robes, masks and dubious agendas. A solid, satisfying procedural. No fancy stepping here, but those who've danced with Jance over the course of 35 novels have come to prefer the waltz to the bossa nova. Agent: Alice Volpe/Northwest Literary Agency

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Chapter One

I was standing in my own bedroom minding my own business and knotting my tie when Mel Soames hopped into the doorway from her room down the hall. She was wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties, and she was doing a strange ostrichlike dance as she attempted to put one foot into a pair of panty hose.

"So what are you going to do about a tux?" she asked. "Buy or rent?"

Some questions posed by half-naked women are more easily answered than others. This one had me stumped. What tux? I wondered.

Since I quit drinking, I find I'm in fairly good shape when it comes to remembering things. For example, we had spent most of the weekend on the road, driving down to Ashland, Oregon, to see my month-old grandson, Kyle Roger Cartwright. I remembered the eight-hour ride down, including our post-midnight arrival at the Peerless Hotel in the wee hours of Saturday morning.

I remembered spending all of Saturday alternately having my picture taken with and taking pictures of a month-old blanket-wrapped round-faced little kid who looked like he would have preferred sleeping peacefully to being passed from hand to hand during a nonstop day-long photo shoot. I clearly remembered having to explain to my precociousfour-year-old granddaughter, Kayla, that Mel was not her grandmother. And I particularly remembered how much of a kick my daughter and son-in-law, Kelly and Jeremy, had gotten out of my trying to dig my way out of that hole.

And I also remembered the eight-hour drive back to Seattle on Sunday afternoon, especially the part where I had managed to keep my mouth shut when Mel was pulled over by an Oregon state trooper for doing seventy-seven miles per hour in a posted sixty-five. (It could have been much worse. The alabaster-white S55 Mercedes sedan I bought used from my friend and lawyer Ralph Ames has five hundred horse-power under the hood, a top speed of 184, and is deceptively quiet.) But the motorcycle cop was a young guy. Mel gave him the full-press blonde treatment complete with a winning if apologetic smile and managed to talk her way out of the ticket. But then, that's Mel for you. However, nothing in all those bits of memory even hinted at my needing a tux. For any reason whatsoever.

"Buy," I said.

It was a desperate gamble, but I came up winners. Mel shot me a radiant smile. "Good answer," she said. "We should probably plan on doing that at lunchtime, or maybe right after work. That way, if there's tailoring that needs to be done . . ."

Snapping her panty hose in place, she disappeared back down the hall to finish dressing. I finished knotting my tie and then went out into the kitchen to drink coffee and contemplate my fate. Tux or not, Mel Soames brought something to the table that wasn't half bad.

We had met working for the Washington State attorney general's Special Homicide Investigation Team, the SHIT squad, as it's derisively known in local cop-shop circles. I had gone there after bailing out of homicide at Seattle PD. My former partner, Sue Danielson, had died in a shoot-out, and I had wanted to find a way to keep my hand in law enforcement without having to deal with the emotional stress of a partner. Ross Alan Connors, the A.G., had offered me just such a position. Mel, it turned out, had come to Washington State and to SHIT for a similar reason, only the partnership problem she was leaving behind was a bad marriage and a worse divorce. But then we got turned into partners anyway—unofficially and without either one of us necessarily meaning for it to happen.

In the course of several memorable days, Mel had ended up watching my back in not one but two life-and-death situations. It turned out she was damned good at it, too. And then when someone ran me through a greenhouse wall, cut open my scalp, and filled me full of tiny glass shards, she had brought me home from the ER and had stayed on to look after me. (Months later, little slivers of glass still pop up occasionally when I'm shaving.)

To begin with, Mel camped out in the guest room down the hall, but over the course of time that had changed, too. The only parts of the guest suite she now uses are the closet and the bathroom. We call it her dressing room.

It goes without saying that we're both well beyond the age of consent and old enough to know that working together and living together is a very bad idea. SHIT is a new-enough agency that nobody has ever quite gotten around to setting down in writing all the rules and procedures about what should or shouldn't be done. If they had, I'm sure cohabitation between fellow investigators would be close to the top of the prohibited list. But there's no fool like an old fool—or maybe even a pair of them.

And so, even though it's probably a bad idea, we do it anyway. Sometimes we stay at Mel's place in Bellevue, but mostly we stay at my high-rise condo in Seattle's Denny Regrade neighborhood. (Much better view from the penthouse at Belltown Terrace than from her third-story apartment in the burbs!) We car-pool together in the express lanes across Lake Washington and then pick up or drop off the other vehicle in the park-and-ride lot on the east side of the lake.

A word about my condo. New acquaintances are often curious about how a retired Homicide cop happens to sit in the penthouse suite of one of Seattle's most desirable high-rises. The truth is, I wouldn't be in Belltown Terrace at all if it weren't for Anne Corley, my second wife, whose shocking death left me holding an unexpected fortune. I had never driven a Porsche until I inherited hers. And it was only after that one finally bit the dust—after being mashed flat by a marauding Escalade—that I had gone looking for something else.


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Meet the Author

J. A. Jance is the New York Times bestselling author of the J. P. Beaumont series, the Joanna Brady series, the Ali Reynolds series, and five interrelated thrillers about the Walker family, as well as a volume of poetry. Born in South Dakota and brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, Jance lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington, and Tucson, Arizona.

Brief Biography

Bellevue, Washington
Date of Birth:
October 27, 1944
Place of Birth:
Watertown, South Dakota
B. A., University of Arizona, 1966; M. Ed. in Library Science, University of Arizona, 1970

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Victini and Gothitelle useally meditate in this tent. If you have any questions for them, your we.come to ask. Keldeo doesnt come into the tent often but you can find him around the town. ((Res 2))
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Always a great read and this one is really good.
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Lencrest More than 1 year ago
J. A. Vance hasn't let us down yet. Good fun to read wehn you want to put your mind at ease!
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I have read the whole series now. Hoping for a new one soon!
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MikeDeavers More than 1 year ago
J. A. Jance created another winner in this Beaumont series. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I have read just about all the books and this could be her best, although all are great reads. Briefly you will find that in Justice Denied detective J.P. Beaumont investigates the brutal murder of a man (Tompkins) that had been released from prison. At the same time Mel Soames, Beaumont's partner is investigating the suspicious deaths of sex crime offenders. And now the story takes off that gave me a gripping mystery with wonderful characters as it spirals and makes a lot surprises. The characters have depth and multiple dimensions and its a Gripping Mystery that draws your tensions tighter. I'd gladly recommend this book to all my friends.
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smoochys More than 1 year ago
I am a JP Beaumont fan, but there simply is nothing left to say in this series. There were two storylines in the book (one personal, the other professional). Both were just trying too hard to make an impact. The author should have stopped with Breach of Duty.