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THE TWELFTH CARD

There’s no question, though, about Deaver’s unexcelled ability to pull the wool over your eyes. When he describes a...

Quadriplegic criminalist Lincoln Rhyme fights to save a schoolgirl somebody’s determined to kill?

At first the attack on Geneva Settle looks like a routine sexual assault. The masked man who nearly left her dead in New York’s Museum of African-American Culture and History even left a bag of rape accessories behind when he pursued Geneva into the street, where he shot a librarian three times. But the trademark death-on-rats forensic work Rhyme orders strongly suggests that the bag may have been left behind as a decoy—the first of many false trails Thompson Boyd, Geneva’s sinister assailant, lays for the NYPD’s Det. Amelia Sachs and Lt. Lou Sellitto. Was Boyd interested in the microfiche Geneva was reading? Is his motive connected to a century-old crime, or one that hasn’t happened yet? As Rhyme and his colleagues close in on Boyd, he closes in on Geneva, who stubbornly resists police intrusions into her family circle and life at Langston Hughes High School and pays a high price in vulnerability. Despite the brilliance of Rhyme’s work and some heartbreaking near-misses in their manhunt, Boyd and his own co-conspirators seem able to strike at will, and few readers will turn off the lights and leave Rhyme’s sixth case unfinished. Deaver is as tricky as ever, strewing secrets broadcast among good guys as well as bad. As in his last few cases (The Vanished Man, 2003, etc.), however, Deaver’s like a departing dinner guest who just can’t resist telling one more anecdote; the capture of the perp is followed by a whole string of anticlimactic surprises that yield diminishing returns—though the revelation of the conspirators’ true motive is a humdinger.

There’s no question, though, about Deaver’s unexcelled ability to pull the wool over your eyes. When he describes a colorless, odorless glass of liquid as water, don’t assume it is until somebody drinks it down—or maybe till an hour later.

Pub Date: June 7, 2005

ISBN: 0-7432-6092-9

Page Count: 416

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2005

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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THE SILENT PATIENT

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

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A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.

"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Celadon Books

Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018

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