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Informationen zum Autor Jonathan Kellerman is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of 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, bestselling novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored Double Homicide and Capital Crimes . He is also the author of two children’s books and numerous nonfiction works, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children and 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, New Mexico, and New York. Klappentext "With his latest, [Jonathan Kellerman] not only brings his 'A' game but also ratchets it up a notch or three. . . . Victims will keep you up at night."-Bookreporter Acid-tongued Vita Berlin hadn't a friend in the world, but whom did she cross so badly as to end up meticulously arranged in such a gruesome murder scene? One look prompts LAPD detective Milo Sturgis to summon his expert in homicidal maniacs, Alex Delaware. But even Alex is stymied when more slayings occur in the same ghastly fashion-with no apparent connection among the victims. And the only clue left behind-a blank page bearing a question mark-seems to be both a menacing taunt and a chilling cry for help from a tortured, savage soul. To end the bloody spree and prevent citywide panic, Alex navigates the secretive world of mental health treatment, from the sleek office of a Beverly Hills therapist to a shuttered mental institution where he once learned his craft. As each jagged piece of the puzzle fits into place, a portrait emerges of a sinister mind at its most unimaginable-and an evil soul at its most unspeakable. "Expertly crafted, judiciously paced and echoing with larger social concerns."-The Star-Ledger "The combination of Alex Delaware [and] Detective Milo Sturgis . . . makes for the most original whodunit duo since Watson and Holmes."-Forbes Don't miss the excerpt of Jonathan Kellerman's Guilt in the back of the book.CHAPTER 1 This one was different. The first hint was Milo's tight-voiced eight a.m. message, stripped of details. Something I need you to see, Alex. Here's the address. An hour later, I was showing I.D. to the uniform guarding the tape. He winced. "Up there, Doctor." Pointing to the second story of a sky-blue duplex trimmed in chocolate-brown, he dropped a hand to his Sam Browne belt, as if ready for self-defense. Nice older building, the classic Cal-Spanish architecture, but the color was wrong. So was the silence of the street, sawhorsed at both ends. Three squad cars and a liver-colored LTD were parked haphazardly across the asphalt. No crime lab vans or coroner's vehicles had arrived, yet. I said, "Bad?" The uniform said, "There's probably a better word for it but that works." u Milo stood on the landing outside the door doing nothing. No cigar-smoking or jotting in his pad or grumbling orders. Feet planted, arms at his sides, he stared at some faraway galaxy. His blue nylon windbreaker bounced sunlight at strange angles. His black hair was limp, his pitted face the color and texture of cottage cheese past its prime. A white shirt had wrinkled to crepe. Wheat- colored cords had slipped beneath his paunch. His tie was a sad shred of poly. He looked as if he'd dressed wearing a blindfold. As I climbed the stairs, he didn't acknowledge me. When I was six steps away, he said, "You made good time." "Easy traffic." "Sorry," he said. "For what?" "Including you." He handed me gloves and paper booties. I held the door for him. He stayed outside. The woman was at th...
