10th Anniversary (Women's Murder Club)
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For every secret
Detective Lindsay Boxer's long-awaited wedding celebration becomes a distant memory when she is called to investigate a horrendous crime: a badly injured teenage girl is left for dead, and her newborn baby is nowhere to be found. Lindsay discovers that not only is there no trace of the criminals--but that the victim may be keeping secrets as well.
For every lie
At the same time, Assistant District Attorney Yuki Castellano is prosecuting the biggest case of her life--a woman who has been accused of murdering her husband in front of her two young children. Yuki's career rests on a guilty verdict, so when Lindsay finds evidence that could save the defendant, she is forced to choose. Should she trust her best friend or follow her instinct?
There's a different way to die
Lindsay's every move is watched by her new boss, Lieutenant Jackson Brady, and when the pressure to find the baby begins interfering with her new marriage to Joe, she wonders if she'll ever be able to start a family. With James Patterson's white-hot speed and unquenchable action, 10th Anniversary is the most deliciously chilling Women's Murder Club book ever.
Avenue. That’s a dead end. A late-model Toyota SUV was parked at the end of the street, where it butts up against the I-280 overpass. This is a bad neighborhood, but I was able to watch without being seen.” “Go on, Mr. Podesta.” “The meeting was clearly clandestine,” Podesta said. “I took photographs of Dr. Martin getting into this SUV. When I downloaded them onto my computer later, I thought I’d seen the man’s face before.” “And what happened next?” “Two weeks later Dennis Martin was
school. “You’ve got the number?” “No one answers it anymore.” And then she returned to her story. “I was nervous that someone might see me standing on the street like that,” she said. “When the car pulled up, I saw that it was a regular four-door type. Dark color. Clean. I ducked into the backseat really quick.” Rental car, I thought. Avis said there were two men in the front seat of the car, but their faces were in shadow and after she was inside, all she saw were the backs of their heads.
percent of Conklin’s tact. I offered Willy a lift back to school, but she said, “I’ll get a taxi. Don’t mention me to anyone, please.” “I have to use my judgment, Willy.” She looked at me like I was going to sink my fangs into her neck and then left the squad room without closing out her Facebook account. Sergeant Nardone swooped in like a condor. I told him to keep his pants on, then took the opportunity to pry. I tapped on the keyboard, did a search for photo tags for Ritter, and found more
counsel is badgering the witness to death.” “Sustained. The jury will disregard the defense’s last run-on question. Mr. Hoffman, that’s twice. Do you have anything further for this witness? Or do you want to be sworn in so you can testify yourself?” Ellen Lafferty gripped the edge of the witness box and said fervently, “I didn’t kill him, I didn’t. I am telling the truth. I would never have hurt Dennis. Never, never, never.” “Just like you would never, never, never lie? Right, Ms. Lafferty?”
Caitlin?” I asked Yuki. “Did she take her father’s gun and shoot him?” “I’m talking to her court-appointed shrink in, uh, five hours. I’ll let you know what he says.” I said to Cindy, “I don’t need to say, ‘Sit on this until we say go,’ do I?” “I haven’t got a story yet anyhow.” “You sure don’t.” I grinned, slapping her a high five. Yuki leaned forward and started the engine. Cindy and I reached for our door handles. Yuki said, “Linds. I’ve been so sure Candace killed Dennis. If Caitlin