Bones / Jonathan Kellerman.

By:

Kellerman, Jonathan

Material type: Text

TextPublication details: London : Headline, 2008.Description: 342 p. ; 24 cmContent type:

text

Media type:

unmediated

Carrier type:

volume

ISBN:

9780755342679 (hbk.) :
0755342674 (hbk.) :
9780755342686 (pbk.) :

Subject(s):

Genre/Form:

Suspense fiction.

DDC classification:

813 KEL

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Item type	Current library	Call number	Copy number	Status	Date due	Barcode
Standard Loan	Moylish Library Fiction Collection	813 KEL (Browse shelf(Opens below))	1	Available		39002100667832

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A woman's body is found in marshland outside LA. By the next morning the police have discovered the decaying corpses of three more women. They were all prostitutes except for the most recent victim; a classically trained pianist employed by a wealthy family, Selena Bass seems out of place in the grim tableau.

Psychologist Alex Delaware is drafted in by homicide detective Milo Sturgis to help with the case. Details of the crimes suggest a serial killer is prowling LA's gritty streets. But when a new murder deviates from the pattern, derailing a possible profile, Alex and Milo must look beyond the suspicion of madness... and consider an even more sinister mind at work. There are no easy answers, for the darkest of drives and desires will fuel the most devious of foes.

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Chapter 1 Everyone does it is not a defense! Wrong. If everyone did it, that made it normal, right? And after Chance did the research he knew he did nothing wrong. Googling high school cheating because writing an essay was part of the punishment. Finding out four out of five high school students--that's eighty frickin' percent--did it. Majority rules. Just like that thing on his Social Action study sheet...social norms. Social norms are the cement that holds societies together. There you go, he was being a big help to society! When he tried to joke about that with the parental units, they didn't laugh. Same as when he told them it was civil rights, no way could the school force him to do community service outside the school property. That was against the Constitution. Time to call the ACLU. That got Dad's eyes all squinty. Chance turned to Mom but she made sure not to give him any eye contact. "The ACLU?" Big wet Dad throat clear, like after too many cigars. "Because we make a significant monetary contribution to the ACLU?" Starting to breathe hard. "Every goddamn year. That's what you're saying?" Chance didn't answer. "Cute, extremely cute. That's your point? Well let me tell you something: You cheated. Period. That is not the kind of thing the ACLU gives half a shit about." "Language, Steve--" Mom broke in. "Don't start, Susan. We've got a goddamn fucking serious problem here and I seem to be the only one who fucking gets it." Mom got all tight- mouthed, started plucking at her nails. Turned her back on both of them and did something with dishes on the kitchen counter. "It's his problem, Susan, not ours and unless he owns up to it, we can kiss Occidental--or any other halfway decent college--fucking good- bye." Chance said, "I'll own up to it, Dad." Working on what Sarabeth called his Mr. Sincere look. Laughing as she undid her bra. Everyone buys Mr. Sincere but me, Chancy. I know it's Mr. Bogus. Dad stared at him. "Hey," said Chance, "at least give me credit for hand-eye coordination." Dad let out a stream of curses and stomped out of the kitchen. Mom said, "He'll get over it," but she left, too. Chance waited to make sure neither of them was coming back before he smiled. Feeling good because his hand-eye had been cool. Setting his Razr on vibrate and positioning it perfectly in a side pocket of his loosest cargo pants, the phone resting on a bunch of shit he'd stuffed in there to make kind of a little table. Sarabeth three rows up, texting him the answers to the test. Chance being cool about it, knowing he'd never get caught because Shapiro was a nearsighted loser who stayed at his desk and missed everything. Who'd figure Barclay would come in to tell Shapiro something, look clear to the back of the room, and spot Chance peeking into his pocket? The whole class doing the same exact thing, everyone's pockets vibing. Everyone cracking up the moment the test started because Shapiro was such a clueless loser, the whole semester had been like this, the asshole would've missed Paris Hilton walking in nude and spreading. Everyone does it is not a defense! Rumley looking down his big nose and talking all sad like at a funeral. What Chance wanted to say was, Then it frickin' should be, dude. Instead, he sat in Rumley's office, squeezed between his parents, his head all down, trying to look all sorry and thinking about the shape of Sarabeth's ass in her thong while Rumley went on forever about honor and ethics and Excerpted from Bones by Jonathan Kellerman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Author notes provided by Syndetics

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a child psychologist to 16 consecutive bestselling novels of suspense, including The Butcher's Theater, Jerusalem, and Billy Straight and 32 previous Alex Delaware novels, translated into two dozen languages. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes on psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children.

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