Untertitel:
A Kate Martinelli Mystery
Genre:
Krimis, Thriller & Horror
Herausgeber:
Random House N.Y.
Erscheinungsdatum:
28.11.2000
Zusatztext "King is a deft and literate writer whose work never fails to please....A superior novel." -- The San Diego Union-Tribune "A dense and suspenseful tale. Memorable." -- Publishers Weekly "A richly feminist book in which King demonstrates again her remarkable skills in sinking the reader into a special culture/community where her many-layered stories unfold." -- Booknews from The Poisoned Pen "King is very! very good at looking society in the face and reflecting on the way it is now." -- The Boston Sunday Globe "As with all Laurie King's books! the facts tell only the smallest part of the truth....King exposes the issue with intensity and passion. It's hard to turn away even if you wanted to." -- Mystery News Read all the novels by Edgar and Creasey award winner Laurie R. King! Kate Martinelli Mysteries: A Grave Talent To Play The Fool With Child Mary Russell Mysteries: The Beekeeper's Apprentice A Monstrous Regiment Of Women A Letter Of Mary The Moor O Jerusalem And her stand-alone novel: A Darker Place Available from Bantam Books And coming soon in hardcover: Folly Informationen zum Autor Laurie R. King is the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen Mary Russell mysteries, five contemporary novels featuring Kate Martinelli, the Stuyvesant & Grey novels Touchstone and The Bones of Paris , and the acclaimed A Darker Place, Folly, and Keeping Watch . She lives in Northern California. Klappentext Night Work Kate and her partner, Al Hawkin, are called to a scene of carefully executed murder: the victim is a muscular man, handcuffed and strangled, a stun gun's faint burn on his chest and candy in his pocket. The likeliest person to want him dead, his often-abused wife, is meek and frail--and has an airtight alibi. Kate and Al are stumped, until a second body turns up--also zapped, cuffed, and strangled...and carrying a candy bar. This victim: a convicted rapist. As newspaper headlines speculate about vendetta killings, a third death draws Kate and Al into a network of pitiless destruction that reaches far beyond San Francisco, a modern-style hit list with shudderingly primal roots. It is a place of skulls, a deathly place Where we confront our violence and feel, Before that broken and self-ravaged face, The murderers we are, brought here to kneel. Kate Martinelli sat in her uncomfortable metal folding chair and watched the world come to an end. It ended quite nicely, in fact, considering the resources at hand and the skill of the participants, with an eye-searing flash and a startling crack, a swirl of colors, then abrupt darkness. And giggles. The lights went up again, parents and friends rose to applaud wildly, and twenty-three brightly costumed and painted children gathered on the stage to receive their praise. The reason for Kate's presence stood third from the end, a mop-headed child with skin the color of milky coffee, a smile that lacked a pair of front teeth, and black eyes that glittered with excitement and pride. Kate leaned over to speak into the ear of the woman at her side. "Your goddaughter makes a fine monkey." Lee Cooper laughed. "Mina's been driving Roz and Maj nuts practicing her part--she wore one tail out completely and broke a leg off the sofa jumping onto it. Last week she decided she wasn't going to eat anything but bananas, until Roz got a book that listed what monkeys actually eat." "I hope she didn't then go around picking bugs out of tree trunks." "I think Roz read selectively." "Never trust a minister. Do you know--" Kate stopped, her face changing. She...
Autorentext
Laurie R. King is the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen Mary Russell mysteries, five contemporary novels featuring Kate Martinelli, the Stuyvesant & Grey novels Touchstone and The Bones of Paris, and the acclaimed A Darker Place, Folly, and Keeping Watch. She lives in Northern California.
Klappentext
Night Work
Kate and her partner, Al Hawkin, are called to a scene of carefully executed murder: the victim is a muscular man, handcuffed and strangled, a stun gun's faint burn on his chest and candy in his pocket. The likeliest person to want him dead, his often-abused wife, is meek and frail--and has an airtight alibi. Kate and Al are stumped, until a second body turns up--also zapped, cuffed, and strangled...and carrying a candy bar. This victim: a convicted rapist. As newspaper headlines speculate about vendetta killings, a third death draws Kate and Al into a network of pitiless destruction that reaches far beyond San Francisco, a modern-style hit list with shudderingly primal roots.
Leseprobe
It is a place of skulls, a deathly place
Where we confront our violence and feel,
Before that broken and self-ravaged face,
The murderers we are, brought here to kneel.
Kate Martinelli sat in her uncomfortable metal folding chair and watched the world come to an end.
It ended quite nicely, in fact, considering the resources at hand and the skill of the participants, with an eye-searing flash and a startling crack, a swirl of colors, then abrupt darkness.
And giggles.
The lights went up again, parents and friends rose to applaud wildly, and twenty-three brightly costumed and painted children gathered on the stage to receive their praise.
The reason for Kate's presence stood third from the end, a mop-headed child with skin the color of milky coffee, a smile that lacked a pair of front teeth, and black eyes that glittered with excitement and pride.
Kate leaned over to speak into the ear of the woman at her side. "Your goddaughter makes a fine monkey."
Lee Cooper laughed. "Mina's been driving Roz and Maj nuts practicing her part--she wore one tail out completely and broke a leg off the sofa jumping onto it. Last week she decided she wasn't going to eat anything but bananas, until Roz got a book that listed what monkeys actually eat."
"I hope she didn't then go around picking bugs out of tree trunks."
"I think Roz read selectively."
"Never trust a minister. Do you know--" Kate stopped, her face changing. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vibrating pager, looked up at Lee, and shrugged in apology before digging the cell phone out of her pocket and beginning to push her way toward the exit and relative quiet. She was back in a couple of minutes, slipping the phone away as she walked up to the man who had been sitting on her other side during the performance and who was now standing at Lee's elbow, watchful and ready to offer a supporting hand in the crowd. Lee's caregiver spoke before Kate could open her mouth.
"What a pity, you're going to miss the fruit punch and cookies."
She rolled her eyes and said low into Jon's ear, "Why it couldn't have come an hour ago . . ."
"Poor dear," he said, sounding not in the least sympathetic. "'A policeman's lot is not a happy one.'"
"If I find you a ride, would you take her home?"
"Happy to. I'll be going out later, though."
"She'll be fine." Now for the difficult part. "Lee," Kate began. "Sweetheart?" but groveling did not prove necessary.
"You're off, then?"
"I'm sorry."
"Liar," said Lee cheerfully. "But you've been a very brave honorary godmother, so now you can go and play with your friends. That was Al, I assume?"
Kate and her partner, Al Hawkin, were on call tonight, and in a city the size of San Francisco, a homicide was no rare thing. She nodded, hesitated, and kissed Lee briefly on the cheek. Lee looked more pleased than surprised, which Kate took as a sign that she was doing something right, and Kate in turn felt gratified beyond the scope of her lover's reaction--their relationship had been more than a little touchy in recent months, and small signs loomed larg…
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