The 8th Confession (Women's Murder Club Series #8)
As San Francisco's most glamorous millionaires mingle at the party of the year, someone is watching--waiting for a chance to take vengeance on Isa and Ethan Bailey, the city's most celebrated couple. Finally, the killer pinpoints the ideal moment, and it's the perfect murder. Not a trace of evidence is left behind in their glamorous home.\ \ As Detective Lindsay Boxer investigates the high-profile murder, someone else is found brutally executed--a preacher with a message of hope for the...
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When a preacher with a message of hope for the homeless is found brutally executed, reporter Cindy Thomas knows the story could be huge. Probing deeper into the victim's history, she discovers he may not have been as saintly as everyone thought...Rich, beautiful, and powerful, Isa and Ethan Bailey were living in the spotlight as San Francisco's perfect couple--until they are found dead in their luxurious home. As the hunt for two criminals tests the skills of the entire Women's Murder Club, sparks begin to fly between Detective Lindsay Boxer and her partner, Rich Conklin, making it difficult to stay focused on the case. The electrifying new chapter in the Women's Murder Club series, THE 8TH CONFESSION serves up the mile-a-minute twists that only James Patterson can deliver.Publishers WeeklyMystery, mayhem and murder most foul abound in this eighth entry to Patterson's enduring mystery series. The four members of the Women's Murder Club are pulled into the investigation of three deaths: a homeless man called Bag Man Jesus, whose face has been mutilated, and a glamorous couple from San Francisco's upper elite, who are just as dead as Bag Man but whose bodies look untouched. With its shifting points of view and multiple characters, this audio book would be a daunting task for any narrator, but Carolyn McCormick is up for the challenge. The reader for several earlier Women's Murder Club novels, she renders the characters with ease. Although her vocal tone may verge on strident at times, her earnest delivery keeps the story moving briskly. A Little, Brown hardcover (Reviews, May 11). (Apr.)
The 8th Confession\ \ By Patterson, James \ Little, Brown and Company\ Copyright © 2009 Patterson, James\ All right reserved.\ ISBN: 9780316018760 \ \ \ Prologue\ BUS STOP\ One\ THE OLD CHROME-YELLOW school bus crawled south on Market Street at half past seven that May morning. Its side and back windows were blacked out, and a hip-hop hit throbbed into the low- lying mist that floated like a silk veil between the sun and San Francisco.\ \ \ \ Got my ice\ Got my smoke\ Got my ride\ Ain’t got no hope\ Hold ya heads up high\ Don’t know when\ Ya gonna die. . . .\ \ \ \ The traffic light changed to yellow at the intersection of Fourth and Market. The stop-sign arm at the driver’s side of the school bus swung out, the four-way hazard lights burned amber, and the vehicle came to a halt.\ To the right of the bus was a shopping mall, a huge one: Bloomingdale’s, Nordstrom, the windows papered with large Abercrombie posters of provocative half- naked teens in black and white.\ To the left of the bus was a blue Ford van and then one of two islands splitting the road — a staging area for bus passengers and tourists.\ Two cars behind the school bus, Louise Lindenmeyer, office manager, late for work, braked her old gray Volvo. She buzzed down her window and glared at that goddamned school bus.\ She’d been stuck on its tailpipe since Buena Vista Park, then watched it pull away from her at the light at Fifth and Market as a stream of traffic took the turn and pulled in front of her.\ And now that bus had stuck her at a light . . . again.\ Louise heard a shout. “Hey, asshole!”\ A man in his shirtsleeves, tie flapping, face bunched up, dried shaving cream under his left ear, walked past her car to give the bus driver hell.\ A horn honked, and another, and then a cacophony of horns.\ The light was green.\ Louise took her foot off the brake and at that instant felt a concussive shock, her ears ringing as she saw the roof of the school bus explode violently upward.\ Chunks of burning metal, steel-and-glass shrapnel, shot out in all directions faster than gunfire. A mushroom cloud like that of a small A-bomb formed above the bus, and the box-shaped vehicle became a fireball. Oily smoke colored the air.\ Louise saw the blue van in the lane to the left of the bus bloom with flame, then blacken in front of her eyes.\ No one got out of the van!\ And now the blaze rushed at the silver Camry directly in front of her. The gas tank blew, and fire danced over the car, consuming it in vivid, leaping flames.\ The bunch-faced man pulled himself up off the pavement to the hole where her passenger-side window had been. His shirt was gone. His hair was black frizz. The skin of his face was draped over his collarbone like tissue paper.\ Louise recoiled in horror, grappled with her door handle as fire lapped at the hood of her Volvo. The car door opened and the heat rushed in.\ That’s when she saw the skin of her own arm still on the steering wheel, as if it were a glove turned inside out. Louise couldn’t hear the businessman’s horrified screams or her own. It was as though her ears had been plugged with wax. Her vision was all dancing spots and blurry shapes.\ And then she was sucked down into a well of black.\ \ \ Continues... \ \ \ \ Excerpted from The 8th Confession by Patterson, James Copyright © 2009 by Patterson, James. Excerpted by permission.\ All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.\ Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. \ \
\ From Barnes & NobleFirst, there was the "perfect" double homicide, the murder of San Francisco's most celebrated society couple. Then, another slaying; the victim, a populist preacher with a local following. As the members of the Women's Murder Club and a pesky local reporter probe the killings, pressure and suspense continue to mount. This Women's Murder Club installment will leave James Patterson fans panting for more.\ \ \ \ \ Publishers WeeklyMystery, mayhem and murder most foul abound in this eighth entry to Patterson's enduring mystery series. The four members of the Women's Murder Club are pulled into the investigation of three deaths: a homeless man called Bag Man Jesus, whose face has been mutilated, and a glamorous couple from San Francisco's upper elite, who are just as dead as Bag Man but whose bodies look untouched. With its shifting points of view and multiple characters, this audio book would be a daunting task for any narrator, but Carolyn McCormick is up for the challenge. The reader for several earlier Women's Murder Club novels, she renders the characters with ease. Although her vocal tone may verge on strident at times, her earnest delivery keeps the story moving briskly. A Little, Brown hardcover (Reviews, May 11). (Apr.)\ \ \ Chicago Sun-Times"Patterson has mastered the art of writing page-turning bestsellers."\ \ \ \ \ New York Daily News"When it comes to construction a harrowing plot, author James Patterson can turn a screw all right."\ \ \ \ \ Forbes"America's #1 storyteller."\ \ \ \ Larry KingPatterson never, and I mean never, disappoints.\ — USA Today\ \ \ \ \ Lev GrossmanThe Man Who Can't Miss.\ — Time\ \ \ \ \ BookReporter.com"Add some very well-written erotica that steams up the pages without hijacking the book, a narrative that flows right off the page and into your mind at breakneck speed, and what's not to love?...It doesn't get much better than this."\ \ \ \ \ CurledUp.com"The 8th Confession is Patterson (with Maxine Paetro) at his best, telling two equaling compelling stories and providing two equally satisfying resolutions."\ \ \ \ bookalicio.us"The ending was so mind blowing and sublime I immediately wished I had another Patterson novel to pick up..."\ \
