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Zusatztext Praise for the Jesse Stone novels “No one understands what makes Bob Parker’s Jesse Stone tick better than Michael Brandman...”—Tom Selleck! star of the Jesse Stone TV movies “If Spencer is the invincible knight! the timeless hero of American detective fiction! then Jesse Stone is the flawed hero of the moment.”— The New York Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor Michael Brandman Klappentext When two cases collide, police chief Jesse Stone is caught in the middle in this New York Times bestseller. Autumn in Paradise, Massachusetts, is usually idyllic. Not this time. A Hollywood movie company has come to town and brought troubled star Marisol Hinton-beautiful, talented, demanding, and scared out of her wits that her estranged husband's jealousy might take a violent turn. When she receives a death threat, Jesse and the Paradise police department go on high alert. But more lives are in danger than Jesse imagines-including his own. 1 Jesse Stone’s cruiser pulled up to the stop sign on Paradise Road, preparing to make a right turn onto Country Club Way. A warm fall breeze blew gently through the cruiser’s open windows. The red and yellow leaves of the elms and maples fluttered haphazardly in the wind. Jesse raised his face to the early morning sun. He noticed the car on his left, a late-model Audi A5 coupe, come to a complete stop beside him. When the driver looked in his direction, Jesse nodded to him. The Audi pulled away and proceeded through the intersection. A Mercedes sedan barreled through the stop sign and broadsided the Audi. The Mercedes was doing at least fifty in a twenty-five-mile-per-hour zone. The Audi collapsed into itself. The impact punched it off the road and into a ditch, where it bounced precariously a couple of times before sliding to an upright stop. The alarm systems on both cars began to shriek. Front and side air bags deployed in a vicious rush of compressed air, pinning both drivers to their seats. The Mercedes was driven by a young female. Jesse had seen her looking down as she ran the stop sign. She must have been texting. He grabbed his cell phone and called the station. Molly Crane answered. “I’ve got a bad one at the corner of Paradise and Country Club. Send the entire sideshow. Ambulance. CSI unit. Hazmat team. Also Suitcase.” “I’m on it, Jesse.” “Oh, and call Carter Hansen, will you? Tell him I’ll be late.” Jesse switched on the flashing light bar on top of his cruiser and inched closer to the accident. He stopped in front of the Audi, got out, and walked over to it. The driver had been immobilized by the deployed air bags. He was sandwiched tightly between his seat and the bag. He was middle- aged and overweight, wearing a navy blue sport jacket, a button- down white dress shirt, and a gray- and-pink polka-dot bow tie. A chevron-style mustache concealed his upper lip. He was unconscious. Jesse called out to him. “Can you hear me, sir?” There was no response. Jesse pulled open the door. He reached inside, disabled the alarm system, and used his Leatherman to deflate the air bags. The man slumped back in his seat. Blood seeped from his nose. Jesse checked for a pulse. At least the guy was alive. Jesse turned and stepped over to the Mercedes. The teenage driver had also been pinned by the air bags. She wore a uniform bearing the insignia of one of Paradise’s best private schools. Unlike the other driver, she was awake and alert. “Are you hurt,” Jesse said. “I don’t think so,” she said. Jesse nodded. “Just get me out of this fucking car,” she said. Jesse looked at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t injured, he circled the Mercedes, checking for damage. Despite the intensity of the crash, the car was relatively intact. He opened t...
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Praise for the Jesse Stone novels
No one understands what makes Bob Parker s Jesse Stone tick better than Michael Brandman... Tom Selleck, star of the Jesse Stone TV movies
If Spencer is the invincible knight, the timeless hero of American detective fiction, then Jesse Stone is the flawed hero of the moment. The New York Times Book Review
