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Zusatztext “I had high hopes for what a writer of Coleman’s skill would bring to the series! and those hopes have not just been met! they have been exceeded. I’m sure I am not going to be the first! or the only! person to declare that he has saved Jesse Stone… Blind Spot is cause for celebration.”— January Magazine “A spellbinding mystery…fast-paced! exciting…Coleman writes a potent crime story. Fans and newcomers alike will get hooked and should look forward to the next Jesse Stone book by Reed Coleman.”— Crimespree Magazine “ Blind Spot is everything…this series can and should be.”—Bookreporter.com Informationen zum Autor Robert B. Parker was the author of seventy books, including the legendary Spenser detective series, the novels featuring Chief Jesse Stone, and the acclaimed Virgil Cole/Everett Hitch westerns, as well as the Sunny Randall novels. Winner of the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award and long considered the undisputed dean of American crime fiction. He died in January 2010. Reed Farrel Coleman , called “a hard-boiled poet” by NPR’s Maureen Corrigan, is the Edgar-nominated author of eighteen novels and three novellas, including the critically acclaimed Moe Prager series. A three-time winner of the Shamus Award, he has also won the Anthony, Macavity, Barry, and Audie Awards. He teaches writing at Hofstra University and is a founding member of MWA University. He lives with his family on Long Island. Klappentext The new Jesse Stone novel in Robert B. Parker's New York Times bestselling series—and this one is "a cause for celebration” (January Magazine). A reunion with former baseball teammates leaves Jesse Stone grappling with memories and regrets over what might have been, and that includes bittersweet memories of his old girlfriend, the darkly sensuous and secretive Kayla, who has unexpectedly arrived at the reunion as well. But when a young woman is found murdered in Paradise, and her boyfriend, a son of one of the town's most prominent families, is kidnapped, Jesse's investigation yields some troubling suspicions: the reunion and the murder are connected, and one of Jesse's old friends is intimately involved in the crimes. 1 There was no taking it back now, no do-overs. Never. He had said yes, so he was going. There were storm clouds over Paradise as Jesse Stone looked out at the Atlantic and remembered his last night in L.A., staring out into that other ocean. What Jesse thought was that water color in sunlight was beside the point. At night, all oceans were black. He understood that a lot of people, maybe most, believed the ocean symbolized endless possibility, better days, bright futures. Jesse knew better. He took a sip of his Black Label and soda. He was alone, with only the ocean and his regrets for company. You can gaze at the road ahead of you all you want, but your future is in your rearview mirror. “Jesse . . . Chief Stone,” a busboy called to him. Jesse was too busy time-traveling there on the dock behind the restaurant to hear. “Excuse me, Chief Stone,” the kid tried again. This time Jesse heard him and turned. He nodded at the kid. “The boss, he wants you to stop by the office before you leave.” “I’ll be right in.” It was the usual kind of thing in a small town. Dan Castro, chef and owner of the Lobster Claw, was a squat man with sad brown eyes and the weight of the world pressing down on him. The place had been up and running for only two months and Dan had discovered why it was easier to want to own a restaurant than to actually own one. He wanted to know if Jesse could talk to the health inspector. Jesse was the police chief, so he must have a lot of pull with the selectmen, the Health Department, the dogcatcher. Jesse tried listening, without much success. Stared at Dan’s moving lips, watched his gestures, but Jesse wasn...
