Good Night, Forever
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- £7.49
Publisher Description
She got away once, but will LA detective Sam Carver let killer Dylan Cross escape again?
Los Angeles is not itself. Rain falls hard every day. Homeless men are set on fire in their tents. Detective Sam Carver chases leads into a maze of militias and neo-Nazis. But before he gets too deep into the case, a past that has haunted him for years returns in the name of Dylan Cross. The killer who got away. Carver knows she has murdered again, but no one believes him. She leaves him clues, writes him notes, tempts him. She wants him to betray everything he is. He is drawn to her by the damage and demons they both carry. But he is certain that when they meet again, only one will survive. This is a love story of delusion and obsession, and how the dark things we desire reveal the truths that made us.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Fleishman expertly balances brutal crime scenes with poignant observations on love and loss in his excellent third and final novel featuring Det. Sam Carver of the LAPD (after 2020's Last Dance). One rainy evening, Sam arrives at the home of his lover, police officer Lily Hernandez, expecting to share a quiet dinner with her. Instead, he finds her porch festooned with yellow crime scene tape and patrol cars outside. Lily lies dead from a single gunshot, fired at close range. Written in lipstick on the bathroom mirror are the words: "Hi, Sam. I'm back." For Sam this can only mean one thing: his nemesis Dylan Cross has returned. Two years earlier, Dylan murdered two men, eluded Sam, and escaped to Europe. Despite his certainty as to Dylan's guilt, his new partner, Det. Alicia Bryant, believes otherwise. Haunted by Lily's death and thoughts of what might have been, Sam disobeys orders to stay out of the murder investigation and follows meager clues that lead him to wealthy land developers and a poisonous nest of white supremacists. Intelligent characters, credible situations, and elegant prose: this book has them all. Readers will eagerly await Fleishman's next.
