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Bloody Mary [Jack Daniels Mystery Series Book 2] [Secure Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by J. A. Konrath
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  Lieutenant Jack Daniels is back, and this time she has to solve one of her goriest cases ever. Someone is running around Chicago dismembering women, and the spare body parts are winding up at the local morgue. In addition to the headaches of the job, she also has to deal with her mother showing up to live with her, as well as the reappearance of her ex-husband, right when she'd thought she was making progress in a relationship with a new boyfriend. Along with her binge-eating partner Herb, who's on a failing quest to find the perfect diet, we see Jack track down and convict one of the scariest serial killers in recent memory--but not before she becomes a target of his wrath, as well.
eBook Publisher: Hyperion, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (437 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (243 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 ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (864 KB]
Secure Adobe Reader 7: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 1401382746
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 1401382703
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 140138272X
 
CHAPTER 1 "Dammit." My fan had died. It didn't surprise me. The fan had ten years on me, and I came into the world during the Eisenhower years. It belonged in a museum, not an office. Today was the first day of July, and hot enough to cook burgers on the sidewalk, though you probably wouldn't want to eat them afterward. My blouse clung to me, my nylons felt like sweatpants, and I'd developed a fatal case of the frizzies. The 26th Police District of Chicago, where I slowly roasted, was temporarily without air-conditioning due to a problem with the condensers, whatever the hell they were. We were promised it would be fixed by December. I hit the base of the fan with my stapler. Though I was the highest ranking female cop in the Violent Crimes Unit, I tended to be useless mechanically. My handyperson skills maxed out at changing a lightbulb. And even then, I had to read the instructions. The fan seemed to sense this, slowly wagging its blades at me like dusty tongues. My partner, Detective First Class Herb Benedict, walked into my office, sucking on a soda cup the size of a small garbage can. It didn't seem to be helping him cool off. Herb weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds, and had more pores on his face than I had on my whole body. Benedict's suit looked like it had been soaked in Lake Michigan and put on wet. He waddled up and placed a moist palm on my desk, leaving a streak. I noticed droplets in his gray mustache; sweat or diet cola. His basset hound jowls glistened as if greased. "Morning, Jack." My birth name was Jacqueline, but when I married my ex-husband, Alan Daniels, no one could resist shortening it to Jack. "Morning, Herb. Here to help me fix my fan?" "Nope. I'm here to share my breakfast." Herb set a brown paper sack on my desk. "Donuts? Bagels? Cholesterol McMuffins?" "Not even close." Benedict removed a plastic bag containing, of all things, rice cakes. "That's it?" I asked. "Where's the chocolate? Where's the canned cheese?" "I'm watching my weight. In fact, I joined a health club." "You're kidding." "You know the one that advertises on TV all the time?" "The one where you get to work out with all of those Olympic bodybuilders for only thirty bucks a month?" "That's the one. Except I've got the Premier Membership, not the normal one." "What's the difference?" He named a monetary figure, and I whistled at the amount. Copyright © 2005 by Joe Konrath.
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