Dead Famous
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Descrizione dell’editore
Mallory Book 7: the seventh NYPD detective Kathy Mallory novel from New York Times bestseller Carol O'Connell, master of knife-edge suspense and intricate plotting.
Meet Detective Kathy Mallory. New York's darkest. You only underestimate her once.
The jury must die...
It's the highest profile acquittal in recent history - and when a serial killer starts taking justice into his own hands, interest hits fever pitch.
NYPD detective Kathy Mallory finds herself in a race against time to save the remaining three members of the jury before the Reaper gets to them first.
And before the radio shock-jock Ian Zachary plays the next round in his deadly ratings-grabbing game of 'hunt the juror'.
Only a monster can play this game
This book was originally published in the UK under the title THE JURY MUST DIE.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
O'Connell's post-feminist detective Kathleen Mallory returns full-throttle for an eighth grisly urban crime saga. And O'Connell's prose sharp, gritty and streetwise is in top form. In her previous case (2002's Crime School), Mallory solved a very personal murder and faced the doubts of coworkers about her competence. Now she's in total control, overseeing the recuperation of old friend and partner Riker, victim of an arrest-related shooting (she sets up a bogus fund to send him disability payments) and staying two steps ahead of a belligerent FBI agent named Marvin Argus. Two other vivid characters figure prominently in the story (or three, counting New York City itself, which O'Connell gives a palpable neo-noir grit): Argus is hounding Johanna Apollo, who's fled Chicago in the wake of a high-profile murder of another FBI agent named Timothy Kidd. A hunchback with extra-long legs, porcelain skin and raven hair, Johanna is working long, difficult hours as a crime scene cleaner. In Chicago, she was Kidd's therapist, and maybe his lover... and maybe she killed him, too. O'Connell devilishly fills in the pieces of the puzzle so that the reader's perspective undergoes constant shifts. Shock jock Ian Zachary more abrasive off the air than on, if possible exhorts loyal listeners to locate the members of a jury that let a killer walk free. And with his encouragement (if not instruction), a serial killer calling himself The Reaper has been obligingly knocking off the jurors. The way these two cases fit together is ingenious; once again, O'Connell sets the standard in crime fiction. 60,000 first printing; author tour.
