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The "New York Times" bestseller by two masters of the crime novel—and husband and wife—writing together for the first time kick starts a new series of short crime novels, beginning with these two riveting tales of murder and suspense, set in Boston and Santa Fe.

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ISBN-13: 9781415913048
Publisher: Books on Tape, Inc.
Publication date: 01/01/2004
Edition description: Unabridged Audio CD

About the Author

FAYE and JONATHAN KELLERMAN have conspired to produce four children and lots of the other good stuff that comes from an enduring, happy marriage. After some deliberation, they decided to write something together. The end result was good fun. And this book.

Hometown:

Beverly Hills, California

Date of Birth:

August 9, 1949

Place of Birth:

New York, New York

Education:

B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974

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Double Homicide


By Jonathan Kellerman Faye Kellerman

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004 Jonathan Kellerman and Faye Kellerman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53296-7


Chapter One

Darrel Two Moons and Steve Katz were having a late dinner at Cafe Karma when the call came in. The restaurant was Katz's choice. Again. Two Moons watched his partner put aside his Eden-Yield Organic Lamb Plus Eclectic Veggie Burrito with great reluctance and fiddle in his pocket for his chirping pager.

It was just after ten-thirty p.m. Probably another south side domestic violence. For five weeks running, Darrel and Katz had worked the four p.m. to two a.m. Special Investigations shift. Their calls had consisted of feuding spouses, gang assaults, various and sundry alcohol-related issues, all taking place below St. Michael's-the Mason-Dixon Line that split Santa Fe and was more than an arbitrary map squiggle.

It was three weeks before Christmas, and the first few days of December had signaled an easy winter, with daytime temperatures in the forties. But four days ago, the weather had taken a drop: fifteen degrees Fahrenheit at night. The snow that had fallen during this serious drought year remained white and fluffy. The air was cold and biting. Their shift was one big freezer burn.

At least the weirdos who ran Cafe Karma kept the dive warm. Downright hot. A big and tall kind of guy to begin with, Darrel was drowning in clothing, sweating in his black wool shirt and black tie, black corduroy sports coat, and heavy black gabardine slacks tailored in Germany and inherited from his father. His quilted black ski jacket was draped over a horribly hand-painted chair, but he kept the sports coat on to conceal the department-issue .45 in its X-harnessed cowhide shoulder holster. No problem hiding his unauthorized boot gun, a nickel-plated .22. It nuzzled his calf, snug in his left custom-stitched elephant-hide Tony Lama.

Katz had on what he'd worn every night since the weather had turned: a fuzzy brown and white plaid Pendleton shirt over a white cotton turtleneck, faded blue jeans, black and white high-top sneakers. Over his chair was that ratty gray wool overcoat-pure New Yawk. How could he keep his feet warm in those Keds?

Two Moons sipped coffee and ate his dinner as Katz finally freed the now-silent pager. Over by the pastry case, the multipierced Goth waitress who'd served them-or tried to-stood gazing into space. She'd taken their order with vacant eyes, then had proceeded to the coffee machines, where the detectives watched her spend six straight minutes foaming Katz's Green Tea Chai Latte. Six and a half, to be precise: The detectives had timed her.

Staring into the foam, like it held some kind of big cosmic secret.

Darrel and Katz had exchanged knowing glances, then Two Moons had muttered under his breath about what was really cooking in the back room. Katz had cracked up, his big red mustache rising and falling. This month, another team was handling narcotics.

Katz studied the number on the pager and said, "Dispatch." A bit more fumbling in another pocket and he produced his little blue cell phone.

Another meal cut short. Two Moons ate fast as Katz called in. He'd ordered as close to normal as possible at this loony bin: a mushroom burger with chipotle-spiced home fries and sliced tomatoes. Specifying no sprouts, but they'd stuck a tumbleweed of the stuff on his plate anyway. Darrel hated it; it reminded him of cattle fodder. Or something picked out of a comb. Just looking at it made him want to spit. He removed it and wrapped it in a napkin, whereupon Katz immediately grabbed it and snarfed it down.

If it were up to Katz, they'd be here every night. Darrel conceded that the food was consistently good, but atmosphere was another issue. With its snaky walkway embedded with pebbles and shards of mirror glass, antiwar petitions tacked to the Technicolor walls of the tiny entry, and cell-like rooms full of mismatched thrift shop furniture and incense fumes, Karma was what his gunnery sergeant father used to call "hippie-dippie left-wing lunacy crap."

Somewhere along the way, his father had changed, but Darrel's army-brat upbringing stuck with him. Give him a burger and plain old fries in politically neutral surroundings.

Katz reached dispatch. The office had been moved out of Santa Fe PD to the county building on Highway 14-police, fire, city, county, everything integrated-and most of the dispatchers were no longer familiar voices. But this time was different: Katz smiled and said, "Hey, Loretta, what's up?"

Then his face grew serious, and the big copper-wire mustache drooped. "Oh ... Yeah, sure ... Where? ... You're kidding."

He hung up. "Guess what, Big D?"

Darrel chomped on his burger, swallowed. "Serial killer."

"Half correct," said Katz. "Just a killer. Blunt-force homicide on Canyon."

Canyon Road was very high-rent, just east of the Plaza in the Historic District, a narrow, leafy, quiet, pretty place lined with gated compounds and galleries and expensive cafes. The hub of Santa Fe's art scene.

Darrel's pulse rate quickened from forty to fifty. "Private residence, right? Not a gallery at this hour."

"Oh, a gallery, amigo," said Katz, standing and sliding into the ratty gray coat. "Very much a gallery. The d.b.'s Larry Olafson."

(Continues...)



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Double Homicide 2.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book ¿Double Homicide¿ by Jonathon and Faye Kellerman is a fictional book about murder. The book has a great usage of suspensfulness. It keeps you on the edge of your seat the entire time and is just packed with all kinds of events that you would never believe. The story takes place in the 1900¿s in New York City it also takes place at the Spencer¿s home, and in Santa Fe. While Spencer¿s mom Dorothy was cleaning his room she went over to his backpack, noticing the smell of it. She opened it, and right there was a gun. She was so upset because she didn¿t know what a 14 year old needed a gun for. Also because she¿s a police officer so it gets her stressed out, and later she has to go to a club where she finds out her son might have been hurt in a drive by. Spencer¿s mom does the only thing she can to deal with her problem. First she questions him, next she tries to get evidence to see if he committed the crime, and third she locks him up to get more evidence. The author¿s style is him wanting you to know everyone¿s thoughts also the author likes to use some descriptive words, but every couple pages. This was a great book, accept for the Santa Fe part and it should be read by the more adult crowd or more mature people.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My wife read the Boston story, and called it a why bother. I read the Santa Fe story, and asked why I bothered. So the why bothers have it If you haven't read it, don't bother.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a fan of both authors, I was sorely disappointed. Neither story was up to standard for either writer. I considered the stories mediocre at best - I'm glad I borrowed it from the library instead of buying it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the set on Boston. Santa Fe I found confusing and dull. The book was a dispointment as I thought the Kellermans would team their main characters up. Oh well...
Guest More than 1 year ago
This title is two separate stories in one book. One of the stories, 'Santa Fe', is a terrific story. The kind of entertainment that I've come to expect from Jonothan Kellerman. The Second story, 'Boston' is a shambles. The story line is disjointed and confusing; not feasible. This is fiction, of course, but when real places are used in a story they should be described accurately. This author has either never been to Boston, or has no memory for names and places.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Husband and wife Jonathan and Faye Kellerman both have produced a number of highly readable mysteries winning hosts of fans for both. They've tackled many a plot and many a character. The one thing they haven't done is write together - here it is. One Kellerman is outstanding, two doubles your pleasure. Another pair that doubles your pleasure is voice actors John Rubinstein and Lou Diamond Phillips. Each reads with dispatch yet clarity bringing both tales to a satisfying conclusion. For these ears Rubinstein is the more ruminative of the pair - each is exciting. Which Kellerman wrote which story? There isn't a clue. But lots of clues are scattered about in these two scenarios that take place in distinctly different locations. The setting for one is Boston. There's a basket ball game where an egregious foul takes place. That's bad enough but murder is something else. A young basket ball star dies; Detective Dorothy Breton knows his mother, so she's emotionally involved. Her partner, Michael McCain, also wants to bring the case to quick closure - after all, this is no way to spend a holiday season. Seque to Santa Fe home to art, artists, and, in this case, one dead art dealer. To solve the murder of a dealer to whom who many might wish a fatal accident another charismatic pair of cops is introduced. Steve Katz is a veteran of the NYPD where he saw perhaps a murder a day. Two Moon has less experience, but not to worry, he's an ex-Marine who easily relates to the native population. Good plots, good characters, and good listening - enjoy! - Gail Cooke
relah on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My boyfriend's sister gave him this book for his birthday and for lack of anything else to read one night, I picked it up. I learnt two important lessons from the Kellermans.1. My boyfriend's sister must really, really hate him and,2. even when you're expectations are extremely low, there is always room for disappointment. Wish I stabbed myself in the eyes instead.
amacmillen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Detectives solve a murder in Boston and Santa Fe. Straight forward whodunits. One involves a basketball player that dies in a shooting because of an aneurism.In the other an art dealer is murdered and the husband of another painter does the deed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very good read. I liked the Faye Kellerman story best. Both were good .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would not recommend this book to someone who really wants to get into complex mystery solving skills. It is okay to just relax with if you are tired and don't want to do much thinking.
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jemzJK More than 1 year ago
I enjoy both of the authors, but I was very disappointed with this book. Two short novellas and the stories fell way short
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. It got me more interested in other Jonathan Kellerman books. I like Boston better than Santa Fe because it was more about the crime where as Santa Fe concentrated more on the detectives' personal lives than the crime.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Being a huge J.Kellerman fan, I was very excited to begin this book. It was a crushing disappointment to read this rushed double story, especially coming from such talent. While I'd recommend any of his other titles without hesitation, this would NOT make the list. It lacked soul, and I couldn't find the easy, conversational style I'm used to finding with him.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love all of their books, just one thing to say about this one. A gunnery sergeant is a Marine not Army. But otherwise this is another great book by great writers.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Not the usual Kellerman fare, but an enjoyable beach read. Both Jonathan and Faye know how to write.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the characters in this story. The writer captured the true essence of what real cops are like.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've been a huge fan of Faye Kellerman for a very long time, I've read all of her books and have loved them all, with the exception of 'moon music'(warewolves? what were you thinking?). This book however, was not only a dissapointment when compared to the rest of her books, it was a waste of time to read. In both stories, there was no suspense, no interesting storyline, and just left you thinking 'that was it? thats the whole story?' Let's hope Faye's next book will live up to her old standards.