Salvation of a Saint

Salvation of a Saint

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ISBN-13: 9781250036278
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 09/09/2014
Series: Detective Galileo Series , #2
Edition description: Translatio
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 233,271
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

KEIGO HIGASHINO is currently the bestselling author in Japan with over three dozen bestsellers, hundreds of millions of copies of his books sold worldwide, and nearly twenty films and television series based on his work. He won the Naoki Prize for his first novel featuring Detective Galileo and he lives in Tokyo, Japan.

ALEXANDER O. SMITH has translated a wide variety of novels, manga, and video games, for which he has been nominated for the Eisner Award, and won the ALA's Batchelder Award. He studied at Dartmouth College and holds an M.A. in Classical Japanese from Harvard University. He lives in Vermont.

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ONE

 

The pansies in the planter had flowered—a few small, bright blooms. The dry soil didn’t seem to have dimmed the color of the petals. Not particularly showy flowers, but they’re tough, Ayane thought, gazing out onto the veranda through the sliding glass door. I’ll have to water them when I get a chance.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said?” Yoshitaka asked.

She turned around and smiled faintly. “Yes, everything. How could I not?”

“You might try answering more quickly, then.” Yoshitaka, lounging on the sofa, uncrossed and recrossed his long legs. In his frequent workouts, he took pains not to put on too much lower-body muscle—nothing that would prevent him from wearing the slim-cut dress pants he preferred.

“I suppose my mind must’ve wandered.”

“Oh? That’s not like you.” Her husband raised a single sculpted eyebrow.

“What you said was surprising, you know.”

“I find that hard to believe. You should be familiar with my life plan by now.”

“Familiar … Maybe so.”

“What are you trying to say?” Yoshitaka leaned back and stretched his arms out along the sofa top, ostentatious in his lack of concern. Ayane wondered if he was acting or if he truly was that nonchalant.

She took a breath and stared at his handsome features.

“Is it such a big deal to you?” she asked.

“Is what a big deal?”

“Having children.”

Yoshitaka gave a derisive, wry little smile; he glanced away, then looked back at her. “You haven’t been listening to me at all, have you?”

“I have been listening,” she said with a glare she hoped he’d notice. “That’s why I’m asking.”

The smile faded from his lips. He nodded slowly. “It is a big deal. A very big deal. Essential, even. If we can’t have children, there’s no point to us being married. Romantic love between a man and a woman always fades with time. People live together in order to build a family. A man and woman get married and become husband and wife. Then they have children and become father and mother. Only then do they become life partners in the true sense of the word. You don’t agree?”

“I just don’t think that’s all marriage is.”

Yoshitaka shook his head. “I do. I believe it quite strongly and have no intention of changing my mind. Which is to say, I’ve no intention of continuing on like this if we can’t have children.”

Ayane pressed her fingers to her temples. She had a headache. She hadn’t seen this one coming. “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You don’t need a woman who can’t bear your children. So you’ll throw me out and switch to someone who can? That’s what you’re telling me?”

“No need to put it so harshly.”

“But that’s what you’re saying!”

Yoshitaka straightened. He hesitated, frowning slightly, before nodding again. “I suppose that from your perspective it would look that way, yes. You have to understand, I take my life plan very seriously. More seriously than anything else.”

Ayane’s lips curled upward, though smiling was the furthest thing from her mind. “You like telling people that, don’t you? How you take your life plan so seriously. It was one of the first things you said when we met.”

“What are you so upset about, Ayane? You have everything you ever wanted. If there’s something I’ve forgotten, just ask. I intend to do everything I can for you. So let’s just stop all this fussing, and start thinking about the future. Unless you see some other way forward?”

Ayane turned to face the wall. Her eyes fell on a meter-wide tapestry hanging there. It had taken her three months to make it; she remembered the material, special ordered direct from a manufacturer in England.

She didn’t need Yoshitaka to tell her how important children were. She had wanted them herself, desperately. How many times had she dreamed of sitting in a rocking chair, stitching a patchwork quilt, watching her belly grow larger with each passing day? But God, in his mischief, had made that impossible. So she had given up—it wasn’t like she’d had a choice—and resigned herself to living without. She had thought her husband would be okay with that.

“I know it might seem silly to you, but can I ask one question?”

“Yes?”

Ayane faced him again, taking a deep breath. “What about your love for me? Whatever happened to that?”

Yoshitaka flinched, then gradually his smile returned. “My love for you hasn’t changed a bit,” he said. “I can assure you of that. I do still love you.”

That was a complete lie, as far as Ayane was concerned. But she smiled and said that was good. She wasn’t sure how else to respond.

“Let’s go.” Yoshitaka stood and headed for the door.

Ayane glanced at her dresser, thinking about the white powder hidden in a sealed plastic bag in the bottommost drawer on the right.

Guess I’ll be using that soon, she thought, the last glimmer of hope fading beneath the shadow inside her.

As she followed him out the door, she stared at Yoshitaka’s back, thinking, I love you more than anything else in this world. That’s why your words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart.

That’s why you have to die, too.

 

Copyright © 2008 by Keigo Higashino

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jprince More than 1 year ago
I have read this and the earlier Devotion of Suspect X. I preferred this one I believe. Unlike X, in this book you aren't told from the get-go who the murderer is. You have a good idea, but there is a still a chance that you don't know. I think it added a bit more depth to the plot. Much like the earlier novel, it's a very complicated decision tree that one must be led down to understand the crime. I enjoyed the novel and didn't feel frustrated by the false leads that others complained of. I would recommend the read because it's a departure from the formulaic murder mysteries that are so popular today.
Skeetor More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in a series but stands well independently. (I haven’t read the first in the series, but plan to.) The characters are very interesting and the book is well-written but this mystery is not an action-packed thriller if that is your interest. It reminds me of a Columbo-style story in which how the murder was committed, what the motive was, and gaining evidence against the perpetrator are emphasized. I am also impressed by the translation. It reads rather smoothly for a book originally written in Japanese.
pathak More than 1 year ago
it is a must read.....is magnificently intricate and nail biting suspense from keigo higashino....with the perfect tinge of turmoil  in  inter personal relationship..... . this is an essential reading for all exceptional crime fiction buff...
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Rishcik70 More than 1 year ago
Not as engaging as The Devotion of Suspect X but still an extraordinary story of moves and countermoves...
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tedfeit0 More than 1 year ago
What’s more effective in solving a crime: a detective’s intuition and police skills, or the scientific method? This theme seems to be a recurring one in the author’s approach to crime fiction. In “The Devotion of Suspect X,” Mr. Higashino’s last book, a mathematician was pitted against physics professor Yukawa, also dubbed “Detective Galileo,” while an actual detective, Kusanagi, plied his trade using his intuition and other skills. In the present mystery, they repeat this dance in trying to solve what at first appears to be a perfect murder. The crime revolves around the death of a CEO by poisoning, and the investigation turns up no evidence of the source of the substance. It is quickly determined that this was not a case of suicide. The wife, usually a prime suspect, was thousands of miles away, and the paramour is also cleared. A junior detective, Kaoru Utsuni, stubbornly pursues the case, finally turning to the professor when neither she nor Kusanagi make any progress in solving the murder. And then the fun begins: logic vs. gut feeling. The author demonstrates a wonderful ability to wrap a puzzle within an enigma, supplying twist after twist to keep the pages turning, raising the tension as the investigation progresses. This is one clever plot, and the novel is highly recommended.
JunkPumpkin More than 1 year ago
This was a halfway decent idea for a short story that was unforgivably stretched and padded into a novel. I'm not going to give anything away but for safety's sake I'll say SPOILER ALERT here. This is more of a How-Done-It than a Who-Done-It. But a How-Done-It generally can't take up more than 50 pages, and the author wants to make a hardcover bestseller score here. So he has the detectives in this story go into several lines of inquiry that you KNOW are going to end up being irrelevant to the solution. Do you know how frustrating it is to read an account of a charisma-free detective on a wild goose chase that you know as you're reading it is a wild goose chase? I hope you never find out. And even though the author tries to justify all his padding by tying all the irrelevant information together into the final solution (shame on anyone who was fooled by this), the fact remains that the detectives have all the evidence they need after the opening chapters and the rest of their investigation (and their interminable arguments with each other and insufferable inner monologues) is fluff.