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Rage [An Alex Delaware Novel] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Jonathan Kellerman
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller/Mainstream
eBook Description:  In a host of consecutive bestsellers, Jonathan Kellerman has kept readers spellbound with the intense, psychologically acute adventures of Dr. Alex Delaware--and with excursions through the raw underside of L.A. and the coldest alleys of the criminal mind. Rage offers a powerful new case in point, as Delaware and LAPD homicide detective Milo Sturgis revisit a horrifying crime from the past that has taken on shocking and deadly new dimensions. Troy Turner and Rand Duchay were barely teenagers when they kidnapped and murdered a younger child. Troy, a remorseless sociopath, died violently behind bars. But the hulking, slow-witted Rand managed to survive his stretch. Now, at age twenty-one, he's emerged a haunted, rootless young man with a pressing need: to talk--once again--with psychologist Alex Delaware. But the young killer comes to a brutal end, that conversation never takes place. Has karma caught up with Rand? Or has someone waited for eight patient years to dine on ice-cold revenge? Both seem strong possibilities to Sturgis, but Delaware's suspicions run deeper ... and darker. Because fear in the voice of the grownup Rand Duchay--and his eerie final words to Alex: "I'm not a bad person"--betray untold secrets. Buried revelations so horrendous, and so damning, they're worth killing for. As Delaware and Sturgis retrace their steps through a grisly murder case that devastated a community, they discover a chilling legacy of madness, suicide, and multiple killings left in its wake--and even uglier truths waiting to be unearthed. And the nearer they come to understanding an unspeakable crime, the more harrowingly close they get to unmasking a monster hiding in plain sight. Rage finds Jonathan Kellerman in phenomenal form--orchestrating a relentlessly suspenseful, devilishly unpredictable plot to a finale as stunning and thought-provoking as it is satisfying.
eBook Publisher: Random House, Inc./Random House Publishing Group
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (305 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (405 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (277 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.1 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [577 KB]
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eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0345484770
Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780345484772
 
"Labyrinthine twists, excellent pacing, and hard-boiled, swaggering dialogue." -- The Washington Post
"Immensely enjoyable . . . there’s even a shocking surprise." -- Associated Press "A tight, engaging . . . brainteaser." -- New York Daily News "An unnerving, highly cinematic plot . . . [Kellerman has] headed off into different terrain . . . with striking success." -- JANET MASLIN, The New York Times "[Kellerman] keeps the creepiness coming until the big-twist finish." -- People "Turn the page and you’re hooked." -- The New York Times Book Review
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1 On a slow, chilly Saturday in December, shortly after the Lakers overcame a sixteen-point halftime deficit and beat New Jersey, I got a call from a murderer. I hadn't watched basketball since college, had returned to it because I was working at developing my leisure skills. The woman in my life was visiting her grandmother in Connecticut, the woman who used to be in my life was living in Seattle with her new guy—temporarily, she claimed, as if I had a right to care—and my caseload had just abated. Three court cases in two months: two child-custody disputes, one relatively benign, the other nightmarish; and an injury consult on a fifteen-year-old girl who'd lost a hand in a car crash. Now all the papers were filed and I was ready for a week or two of nothing. I'd downed a couple of beers during the game and was nearly dozing on my living room sofa. The distinctive squawk of the business phone roused me. Generally, I let my service pick up. Why I answered, I still can't say. "Dr. Delaware?" I didn't recognize his voice. Eight years had passed. "Speaking. Who's this?" "Rand." Now I remembered. The same slurred voice deepened to a man's baritone. By now he'd be a man. Some kind of man. "Where are you calling from, Rand?" "I'm out." "Out of the C.Y.A." "I, uh . . . yeah, I finished." As if it had been a course of study. Maybe it had been. "When?" "Coupla weeks." What could I say? Congratulations? God help us? "What's on your mind, Rand?" "Could I, uh, talk to you?" "Go ahead." "Uh, not this . . . like talk . . . for real." "In person." "Yeah." The living room windows were dark. Six forty-five p.m. "What do you want to talk about, Rand?" "Uh, it would be . . . I'm kinda . . ." "What's on your mind, Rand?" No answer. "Is it something about Kristal?" "Ye-ah." His voice broke and bisected the word. "Where are you calling from?" I said. "Not far from you." My home office address was unlisted. How do you know where I live? Copyright © 2005 by Jonathan Kellerman
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