By James Patterson, Maxine Paetro
A tender woman is killed within the crossfire after a regimen arrest is going extraordinarily flawed, and Lt. Lindsay Boxer has to protect herself opposed to a cost of police brutality. In a landmark trial that transfixes the country, Lindsay fights to save lots of her profession and her sanity. whereas waiting for trial, Lindsay escapes to the tranquility of the gorgeous city of part Moon Bay. however the peaceable neighborhood there's reeling from a string of unspeakable murders. operating together with her pals within the Women's homicide membership, Lindsay unearths a hyperlink among those killings and a case she labored on years sooner than - an unsolved homicide that has haunted her ever considering. As summer season comes into complete swing, Lindsay battles for her existence on fronts: prior to a pass judgement on and jury as her trial involves a climax and dealing with unknown adversaries who will do whatever to maintain her from the reality in regards to the killings. all of it involves a head sooner than the massive annual 4th of July get together at the waterfront at part Moon Bay.
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These letters are from some guy who felt he was shit when he was a kid," Lichteiman had said when he'd heard the precinct scuttlebutt. In his San Francisco precinct any unsolicited remark was considered volunteering, and the Lieutenant put him in charge of the paper work, coordinating the lab and shrink reports. " . I . HIT A WOMAN ON THE HEAD WITH A HAMONCE, AND I KILLED ANOTHER ONE WITH MER A WRENCH . . guess is the old man was never around much, maybe he took off when the kid was born. Then, when his mother hurt him, the kid had nowhere to turn.