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Summary
Summary
The anonymous caller has an ominous tone and an unnerving message about something ?real dead buried in your marsh.' The eco-volunteer on the other end of the phone thinks it's a prank, but when a young woman's body turns up in L.A.'s Bird Marsh preserve no one's laughing. And when the bones of more victims surface, homicide detective Milo Sturgis realizes the city's under siege to an insidious killer. Milo's first move: calling in psychologist Alex Delaware.
Author Notes
Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a child psychologist to 16 consecutive bestselling novels of suspense, including The Butcher's Theater, Jerusalem, and Billy Straight and 32 previous Alex Delaware novels, translated into two dozen languages. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes on psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children.
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Publisher's Weekly Review
In this run-of-the-mill police procedural from bestseller Kellerman, his 23rd novel to feature L.A. consulting psychologist Alex Delaware (after Compulsion), high school miscreant Chance Brandt has been assigned to perform community service at the Bird Marsh, a nature sanctuary near Marina del Rey. After Chance dismisses as a prank an anonymous phone call warning him that there's a corpse buried in the marsh, Lt. Milo Sturgis, now "Special Case Investigator" for the LAPD, and Sturgis's team findÃ…four bodies there, all women missing their right hand. When Sturgis identifies one of the victims as Selena Bass, who worked as a piano teacher for the wealthy Vander family, the police focus on Travis Huck, the manager of the Vanders' Pacific Palisades estate, as the prime suspect because Travis has a criminal past. Kellerman fans wanting more of the same should be satisfied, though Sturgis gets less benefit from Delaware's psychological expertise than usual. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Library Journal Review
Verdict: Fans of Dr. Alex Delaware and LAPD Detective Milo Sturgis will be pleased with this latest installment from best-selling author Kellerman (Compulsion). While this is a quick read, the story is nothing out of the ordinary. Recommended for all public libraries where die-hard Kellerman readers are sure to request it. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 7/08; library marketing.] Background: Milo and Alex reunite to track a killer who has murdered and dumped the bodies of four women in a marsh. The victims are each missing a hand, and their bodies are positioned to face east. With only these clues to go on, Alex collaborates with his friend and Milo's LAPD partner Moe Reed in trying to solve this whodunit. As they inch closer to the answer, one suspect increasingly begins to appear guilty, but questions surround his current whereabouts. Typically, while the characters follow the clues and interview suspects, much time is made for feasting in and around the LA area.--Amanda Scott, Cambridge Springs P.L., PA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter 1 Everyone does it is not a defense! Wrong. If everyone did it, that made it normal, right? And after Chance did the research he knew he did nothing wrong. Googling high school cheating because writing an essay was part of the punishment. Finding out four out of five high school students--that's eighty frickin' percent--did it. Majority rules. Just like that thing on his Social Action study sheet...social norms. Social norms are the cement that holds societies together. There you go, he was being a big help to society! When he tried to joke about that with the parental units, they didn't laugh. Same as when he told them it was civil rights, no way could the school force him to do community service outside the school property. That was against the Constitution. Time to call the ACLU. That got Dad's eyes all squinty. Chance turned to Mom but she made sure not to give him any eye contact. "The ACLU?" Big wet Dad throat clear, like after too many cigars. "Because we make a significant monetary contribution to the ACLU?" Starting to breathe hard. "Every goddamn year. That's what you're saying?" Chance didn't answer. "Cute, extremely cute. That's your point? Well let me tell you something: You cheated. Period. That is not the kind of thing the ACLU gives half a shit about." "Language, Steve--" Mom broke in. "Don't start, Susan. We've got a goddamn fucking serious problem here and I seem to be the only one who fucking gets it." Mom got all tight- mouthed, started plucking at her nails. Turned her back on both of them and did something with dishes on the kitchen counter. "It's his problem, Susan, not ours and unless he owns up to it, we can kiss Occidental--or any other halfway decent college--fucking good- bye." Chance said, "I'll own up to it, Dad." Working on what Sarabeth called his Mr. Sincere look. Laughing as she undid her bra. Everyone buys Mr. Sincere but me, Chancy. I know it's Mr. Bogus. Dad stared at him. "Hey," said Chance, "at least give me credit for hand-eye coordination." Dad let out a stream of curses and stomped out of the kitchen. Mom said, "He'll get over it," but she left, too. Chance waited to make sure neither of them was coming back before he smiled. Feeling good because his hand-eye had been cool. Setting his Razr on vibrate and positioning it perfectly in a side pocket of his loosest cargo pants, the phone resting on a bunch of shit he'd stuffed in there to make kind of a little table. Sarabeth three rows up, texting him the answers to the test. Chance being cool about it, knowing he'd never get caught because Shapiro was a nearsighted loser who stayed at his desk and missed everything. Who'd figure Barclay would come in to tell Shapiro something, look clear to the back of the room, and spot Chance peeking into his pocket? The whole class doing the same exact thing, everyone's pockets vibing. Everyone cracking up the moment the test started because Shapiro was such a clueless loser, the whole semester had been like this, the asshole would've missed Paris Hilton walking in nude and spreading. Everyone does it is not a defense! Rumley looking down his big nose and talking all sad like at a funeral. What Chance wanted to say was, Then it frickin' should be, dude. Instead, he sat in Rumley's office, squeezed between his parents, his head all down, trying to look all sorry and thinking about the shape of Sarabeth's ass in her thong while Rumley went on forever about honor and ethics and Excerpted from Bones by Jonathan Kellerman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.