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Jonathan Kellerman（乔纳森·凯勒曼） 著

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出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780345465269

商品编码：19015380

包装：平装

出版时间：2005-09-27

页数：416

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：17.53x10.67x3.05cm;0.11kg

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Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor takes center stage in bestseller Kellerman's elaborate, suspenseful, albeit improbable, thriller. Connor, who assisted Kellerman's main series detective, psychologist Alex Delaware, in 2003's A Cold Heart, proves an engaging protagonist, fully capable of carrying a story on her own. She's investigating a seemingly random drive-by shooting that claimed four teenage victims when a precocious 22-year-old graduate student intern, Isaac Gomez, presents her with evidence that a serial killer has struck on the same day, June 28, every year for the past six years. Though his proof relies entirely on a statistical analysis he's performed, his unquestioned brilliance prompts Connor to do a little extracurricular digging that turns up suggestive clues supporting Gomez's theory. Meanwhile, after doggedly pursuing even the slightest lead in the drive-by shooting case, Connor suspects that one of the victims, perhaps the one who wasn't claimed by any next-of-kin, was deliberately targeted. While Connor finds the socially immature Gomez to be a challenging assistant, he displays considerable cool in the climactic showdown with the June 28 killer. Despite a last minute plot twist that comes out of left field, this is vintage Kellerman, sure to please his legions of fans.

内容简介

Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor has helped psychologist Alex Delaware crack tough cases in the past. And in Jonathan Kellerman's New York Times bestseller Billy Straight she took the lead in the desperate hunt for a teenage runaway stalked by a vengeful murderer. Now the complex and wryly compassionate Petra is once again at the center of the action, in a novel of cunning twists and page-turning suspense.

Lifeless bodies sprawl in a dance-club parking lot after a brutal L.A. drive-by. Of the four seemingly random victims, one stands out: a girl with pink shoes who cannot be identified–and who, days later, remains a Jane Doe. With zero leads and no apparent motive, it's another case destined for the cold file–until Petra decides to follow her instincts and descends into a world of traveling grifters and bloodthirsty killers, pursuing a possible eyewitness whose life is in mortal danger.

Finding her elusive quarry–alive–isn't all Petra has on her plate: departmental politics threatens to sabotage her case, and her personal life isn't doing much better. If all that wasn't enough, Isaac Gomez, a whiz-kid grad student researching homicide statistics at the station house, is convinced he's stumbled upon a bizarre connection between several unsolved murders. The victims had nothing in common, yet each died by the same method, on the same date–a date that's rapidly approaching again. And that leaves Petra with little time to unravel the twisted logic of a cunning predator who's evaded detection for years–and whose terrible hour is once more at hand.

"Why is it so hard to put down a Kellerman thriller?" asks Publishers Weekly. "It's simple: the nonstop action leaves you breathless; the plot twists keep you guessing; the themes...are provocative." Those in need of still further proof that "Kellerman has shaped the psychological mystery novel into an art form"(Los Angeles Times Book Review) need look no further than Twisted.

作者简介

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a child psychologist to numerous bestselling tales of suspense (which have been translated into two dozen languages), including thirteen previous Alex Delaware novels; The Butcher's Theater, a story of serial killing in Jerusalem; and Billy Straight, featuring Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children. He and his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, have four children.

精彩书评

Following her debut as Milo Sturgi's fellow officer in the Delaware/Sturgis mystery A Cold Heart (2003), L.A. Detective Petra Connor emerges on her own. Unfortunately, if Kellerman is testing the waters for a new series character, Petra, though tough enough and with the usual screwed-up love life, is nothing special. The best thing here is 22-year-old Isaac Gomez, a nerdy whiz kid who is investigating patterns in unsolved L.A. homicides for his doctoral dissertation. Although Petra is supposed to be working on the death of an unidentified teen in a drive-by shooting, when Isaac confronts her with several cold cases that have compelling links, she can't help but feel they deserve some attention, too. While Petra does most of the footwork, Isaac pulls up the background on his laptop and makes a few trips to the library, where an unusually randy librarian helps him out in both the physical and intellectual senses. The idea of a prodigy torn between his hardworking family and the excitement of police work is what supplies the energy here. Perhaps Kellerman should consider a series based on Isaac rather than Petra.
——Stephanie Zvirin

"Grabs the reader's attention and never lets go."
——Associated Press

"[Kellerman] keeps the creepiness coming until the big-twist finish."
——People

"Turn the page and you're hooked."
——The New York Times Book Review

精彩书摘

CHAPTER 1

May brought azure skies and California optimism to Hollywood. Petra Connor worked nights and slept through the blue. She had her own reason to be cheerful: solving two whodunit murders.

The first was a dead body at a wedding. The Ito-Park wedding, main ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel, Japanese-American bride, Korean-American groom, a couple of law students who'd met at the U. Her father, a Glendale-born surgeon; his, an immigrant appliance dealer, barely able to speak English. Petra wondered about culture clash.

The body was one of the bride's cousins, a thirty-two-year-old CPA named Baldwin Yoshimura, found midway through the reception, in an unlocked stall of the hotel men's room, his neck twisted so hard, he looked like something out of The Exorcist. It took strong hands to do that, the coroner pronounced, but that was where the medical wisdom terminated.

Petra, working with no partner once again, talked to every friend and relative and finally unearthed the fact that Baldwin Yoshimura had been a serious lothario who'd made no distinction between married and unmarried conquests. As she continued to probe, she encountered nervous glances on the bride's side. Finally, a third cousin named Wendy Sakura blurted out the truth: Baldwin had been fooling with his brother Darwin's wife. The slut.

Darwin, a relative black sheep for this highly educated clan, was a martial arts instructor who worked at a studio in Woodland Hills. Petra forced herself to wake up during daylight, dropped in at the dojo, watched him put an advanced judo class through its paces. Stocky little guy, shaved head, pleasant demeanor. When the class was over, he approached Petra, arms extended for cuffing, saying, "I did it. Arrest me."

Back at the station, he refused a lawyer, couldn't wait to spill: Suspicious for some time, he'd followed his wife and his brother as they left the wedding and entered an unused banquet room. After passing behind a partition, said wife gave said sib enthusiastic head. Darwin allowed her to finish, waited until Baldwin went to the john, confronted his brother, did the deed.

"What about your wife?"said Petra.

"What about her?"

"You didn't hurt her."

"She's a woman,"said Darwin Yoshimura. "She's weak. Baldwin should've known better."

The second whodunit started off as bloodstains in Los Feliz and ended up with d.b. out in Angeles Crest National Forest. This victim was a grocer named Bedros Kashigian. The blood was found in the parking lot behind his market on Edgemont. Kashigian and his five-year-old Cadillac were missing.

Two days later, forest rangers found the Caddy pulled to the side of the road in the forest, Kashigian's body slumped behind the wheel. Dried blood had streamed out of his left ear, run onto his face and shirt, but no obvious wounds. Maggot analysis said he'd been dead the entire two days, or close to it. Meaning, instead of driving home from work, he'd made his way thirty miles east. Or had been taken there.

As far as Petra could tell, the grocer was a solid citizen, married, three kids, nice house, no outstanding debts. But a solid week of investigating Kashigian's activities gave rise to the fact that he'd been involved in a brawl two days before his disappearance.

Barroom melee at a place on Alvarado. Latino clientele, but Kashigian had a thing for one of the Salvadoran waitresses and went there frequently to nurse beer-and-shots before retiring to her room above the saloon. The fracas got going when two drunks started pounding each other. Kashigian got caught in the middle and ended up being punched in the head. Only once, according to the bartender. An errant bare fist and Kashigian had left the bar on his feet.

Kashigian's widow, dealing with her loss as well as the new insight that Bedros had been cheating on her, said hubby had complained of a headache, attributing it to banging his head against a bread rack. Couple of aspirins, he'd seemed fine.

Petra phoned the coroner, an unconscionably cheerful guy named Rosenberg, and asked if a single, bare-knuckle blow to the head could be fatal two days after the fact. Rosenberg said he doubted it.

A scan of Bedros Kashigian's insurance records showed hefty whole life and first-to-die policies as well as medical claims paid five years ago, when the grocer had been involved in a nine-car pileup on the 5 North that had shattered his skull and caused intracranial bleeding. Brought into the E.R. unconscious, Kashigian had been wheeled into surgery where a half-dollar-sized piece of skull had been sawed off so his brain could be cleaned up. That section, labeled a "roundel" by Rosenberg, had been reattached using sutures and screws.

After hearing about the accident, Rosenberg had changed his mind.

"The roundel was anchored by scar tissue,"he told Petra. "And the darn thing grew back thinner than the rest of the skull. Unfortunately for your guy, that's exactly where he took the punch. The rest of his head could have withstood the impact but the thin spot couldn't. It shattered, drove bone slivers into his brain, caused a slow bleed, and finally boom."

"Boom,"said Petra. "There you go again, blinding me with jargon."

The coroner laughed. Petra laughed. Neither of them wanting to think about Bedros Kashigian's monumental bad luck.

"A single punch,"she said.

"Boom,"said Rosenberg.

"Tell me this, Doctor R., could he have driven to the forest out of confusion?"

"Let me think about that. With shards of bone slicing into his gray matter, a slow bleed, yeah, he could've been hazy, disoriented."

Which didn't explain why Angeles Crest, specifically.

She asked Captain Schoelkopf if she should pursue homicide charges against the guy who'd landed the punch.

"Who is he?"

"Don't know yet."

"A bar fight."Schoelkopf flashed her the are-you-retarded? look. "Write it up as an accidental death."

Lacking the will—or the desire—to argue, she complied, then went to inform the widow. Who told her Angeles Crest was where she and Bedros used to go to make out when they were teenagers.

"At least he left me some good insurance," said the woman. "The main thing is my kids stay in private school."

Within days after closing both files, the loneliness set in. Petra had made the mistake of getting intimate with a partner, and now she was working and living solo.

The object of her affections was a strange, taciturn detective named Eric Stahl with a military background as an Army special services officer and a history that had unfurled slowly. The first time Petra had seen his black suit, pale skin, and flat, dark eyes she'd thought undertaker. She'd disliked him instinctively and the feeling appeared mutual. Somehow things had changed.

They'd started working together on the Cold Heart homicides, coordinating with Milo Sturgis in West L.A. to put away a scumbag psychopath who got off on dispatching creative types. Closing that one hadn't come easy; Eric had nearly died of stab wounds. Sitting, waiting, in the E.R. waiting room, Petra had met his parents, learned why he didn't talk or emote or act remotely human.

He'd once had a family—wife and two kids—but had lost everything. Heather, Danny, and Dawn. Taken from him cruelly. He'd resigned his military commission, spent a year doped up on antidepressants, then applied to the LAPD, where connections got him a Detective I appointment, Hollywood Division, where Schoelkopf had foisted him on Petra.

Whatever Schoelkopf knew he'd kept to himself. Uninformed, Petra tried to get along, but faced with a partner with all the warmth of ceramic tile, she soon gave up. The two of them ended up splitting chores, minimizing the time they spent together. Long, cold, silent stakeouts.

Then came a night full of terror. Even now, Petra wondered if Eric had been trying to commit Suicide by Perp. She'd never brought it up. Had no reason to.

She had not been the only woman in his life. During the Cold Heart investigation, he'd met an exotic dancer, a bubble-headed blonde with a perfect body named Kyra Montego aka Kathy Magary. Kyra was there in the waiting room, too, stuffed into too-small duds, sniffling into her hankie, examining her nails, unable to read the dumbest magazine out of anxiety or what Petra suspected was attention span disorder. Petra outlasted the bimbo, and when Eric woke up, it was her hand holding his, her eyes locking with his bruised, brown irises.

During the months of recuperation, Kyra kept dropping in at Eric's rented bungalow in Studio City, bearing takeout soup and plastic utensils. Offering plastic boobs and batting eyelashes and Lord knew what else.

Petra dealt with that by cooking for Eric. Growing up with five brothers and a widowed father in Arizona, she'd learned to be pretty handy around the kitchen. During the brief time her marriage lasted, she'd played at gourmet. Now a nighthawk divorcée, she rarely bothered to switch on the oven. But healing Eric with home-cooked goodies had seemed terribly urgent.

In the end, the bimbo was out of the picture and Petra was squarely in it. She and Eric went from awkwardness to reluctant self-disclosure to friendship to closeness. When they finally made love, he went at it with the fervor of a deprived animal. When they finally settled into regular sex, she found him the best lover she'd ever encountered, tender when she needed him to be, accommodatingly athletic when that w...

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评分☆☆☆☆☆

这本书的结构设计可以说是别出心裁，它完全打破了传统的线性叙事模式。章节的排列似乎是随机的，有时会跳跃到几十年前的某个场景，有时又会切回主角当下的困境，甚至是另一条看似不相干的支线故事。起初，我有些跟不上这种跳跃感，常常需要回头翻看前文，试图理清时间线索。然而，一旦适应了这种叙事节奏，我便开始欣赏它的精妙之处——那些看似不连贯的片段，其实像无数散落的拼图碎片，作者只是耐心地等待读者自己去发现它们之间的内在逻辑和共振点。当某两个看似无关的场景在故事的后半部分突然交汇时，那种恍然大悟的震撼感是无与伦比的。这要求读者必须保持高度的专注力，不能有丝毫的松懈，否则很容易错过一些关键的连接点。这种挑战性的阅读体验，让整个过程充满了智力上的探索欲，让人感觉自己不仅仅是在被动接收故事，更是在主动参与构建这个复杂的世界观。

评分☆☆☆☆☆

读完之后，我花了好几天时间才真正地从这本书的世界中抽离出来。它带来的不是那种读完爆米花小说后的短暂满足感，而是一种持久的、需要时间消化的回味。这本书的结局并没有给出一个明确的、皆大欢喜的答案。相反，它留下了一个巨大的、悬而未决的问号，甚至可能让你重新审视之前所有自以为是的判断。我倾向于认为，作者的意图并非是提供一个简单的“真相”，而是想探讨“真相”本身的不可靠性。那种萦绕心头的未解之谜，反而成为了这本书最引人入胜的部分。我甚至已经开始在网上搜索其他读者的解读和推测，想要看看是否有人捕捉到了我可能忽略掉的那些细枝末节。总而言之，这是一部需要细细品味，并且非常值得反复阅读的作品，它成功地在我的阅读清单上留下了一个难以磨灭的深刻印记，让我对作者的下一部作品充满了无限的期待。

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随着情节的深入，我发现作者在人物塑造上倾注了巨大的心血。主角的内心世界复杂得像一个迷宫，他表面上是一个再普通不过的中年人，每天按时上下班，对家庭尽责，但那双眼睛里总藏着一丝化不开的忧郁和戒备。书中花了大量的篇幅去描绘他的梦境和潜意识中的闪回片段，那些碎片化的记忆，有的光怪陆离，有的又残酷得令人心悸。我特别喜欢作者处理人物对话的方式，很多时候，真正重要的信息并不是通过直白的陈述表达出来的，而是隐藏在那些欲言又止的停顿、不合时宜的笑声或者突然转移的话题之中。你得像个侦探一样，去解读每一个表情背后的潜台词。此外，配角的刻画也极其到位，尤其是那位行为古怪的邻居老太太，她提供的零星信息总是模棱两可，但每当她出现，故事的紧张感都会骤然上升。这本书的厉害之处在于，它让你怀疑每一个接近主角的人，让你在信任和猜忌之间反复摇摆，成功地营造了一种高度心理化的叙事氛围，读起来非常过瘾，让人忍不住想一口气读完，弄清楚到底谁是真正的盟友，谁又在暗中布局。

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就文学性而言，这本书的语言功力令人叹服。作者的词汇量极为丰富，但绝非故作高深或堆砌辞藻。他擅长使用一些极具画面感的动词和形容词，将抽象的情绪具象化。比如，用来形容焦虑感的句子：“那感觉就像心脏被包裹在一层冰冷的蛛网里，每跳动一下，都会被细密的丝线勒得更紧。” 这种精准而又富有诗意的表达，极大地增强了文字的感染力。尤其是在描述主角做出某种重大决定前的内心挣扎时，作者会突然切换到一种短促、有力的句式，仿佛心跳加速，读者的呼吸也会不自觉地随之加快。书中还穿插了一些非常具有象征意义的意象，比如反复出现的“未熄灭的灯塔”和“被遗忘的地图”，这些符号的重复出现，无疑是在引导我们去思考故事更深层的哲学主题，关于命运、选择与救赎。这已经超越了一般的类型小说范畴，它更像是一次对人性幽暗角落的深度探险。

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这本书的封面设计简直太抓人眼球了，那种深邃的暗色调和中间那团若隐若现的光影，立刻就让人联想到某种不为人知的秘密或者一段曲折离奇的往事。我拿到手的时候，就忍不住在通勤的地铁上翻开了第一页。作者的开篇叙事手法非常高明，他没有急着抛出主要的冲突点，而是用一种近乎散文诗般的笔触，描绘了一个小镇的日常景象。空气中弥漫着潮湿泥土和老旧木材的味道，人物的对话也带着那种特有的地方口音和含蓄的表达方式，让人感觉一下子就沉浸到了那个特定的时空背景中。我尤其欣赏作者对环境细节的捕捉，比如窗台上那盆快要枯萎的蕨类植物，或者老式收音机里断断续续传出的爵士乐，这些细微之处都在悄无声息地为后续的情节发展埋下伏笔，让人忍不住想去深究这些看似不经意的元素背后到底隐藏着什么。整体来看，前期的铺垫非常扎实，节奏把握得松弛有度，让人既能放松地阅读，又始终保持着一种对未知的好奇心，期待着故事的真正转折点能够早日到来。这种细腻入微的描绘，让人感觉这不仅仅是一个故事，更像是一幅精心绘制的、充满隐喻的画卷。