Triptych
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
A superb stand-alone thriller by the internationally bestselling author of Kisscut and A Faint Cold Fear.
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A superb stand-alone thriller by the internationally bestselling author of Kisscut and A Faint Cold Fear.
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In the city of Atlanta, young women are dying-at the hands of a killer who signs his work with a single, chilling act of mutilation. Leaving behind enough evidence to fuel a frenzied police hunt, this cunning madman is bringing together dozens of lives, crossing the boundaries of wealth and race. And the people who are chasing him must cross those boundaries too. Among them is Michael Ormewood, a veteran detective whose marriage is hanging by a thread-and whose arrogance and explosive temper are threatening his career. And Angie Polaski, a beautiful vice cop who was once Michael's lover before she became his enemy.But another player has entered the game: a loser ex-con who has stumbled upon the killer's trail in the most coincidental of ways-someone who may be the key to breaking the case wide open....
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Chapter OneFebruary 5, 2006
Detective Michael Ormewood listened to the football game on the radio as he drove down DeKalb Avenue toward Grady Homes. The closer he got to the projects, the more tension he felt, his body almost vibrating from the strain by the time he took a right into what most cops considered a war zone. As the Atlanta Housing Authority slowly devoured itself, subsidized communities like Grady were becoming a thing of the past. The in-town real estate was too valuable, the potential for kickback too high. Right up the road was the city of Decatur, with its trendy restaurants and million-dollar houses. Less than a mile in the other direction was Georgia's gold-encrusted capitol dome. Grady was like a worse-case scenario sitting between them, a living reminder that the city too busy to hate was also too busy to take care of its own.
With the game on, the streets were fairly empty. The drug dealers and pimps were taking the night off to watch that rarest of miracles occur: the Atlanta Falcons playing in the Super Bowl. This being a Sunday night, the prostitutes were still out making a living, trying to give the churchgoers something to confess next week. Some of the girls waved at Michael as he drove past, and he returned the greeting, wondering how many unmarked cars stopped here during the middle of the night, cops telling Dispatch they were taking a ten-minute break, then motioning over one of the girls to help blow off some steam.
Building nine was in the back of the development, the crumbling red brick edifice tagged by the Ratz, one of the new gangs that had moved into the Homes. Four cruisers and another unmarked car were in front of the building, lights rolling, radios squawking. Parked in the residents' spaces were a black BMW and a pimped out Lincoln Navigator, its ten-thousand-dollar razor rims glittering gold in the streetlights. Michael fought the urge to jerk the steering wheel, take some paint off the seventy-thousand-dollar
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SUV. It pissed him off to see the expensive cars the bangers drove. In the last month, Michael's kid had shot up about four inches, outgrowing all his jeans, but new clothes would have to wait for Michael's next paycheck. Tim looked like he was waiting for a high tide while Daddy's tax dollars went to help these thugs pay their rent.
Instead of getting out of his car, Michael waited, listening to another few seconds of the game, enjoying a moment's peace before his world turned upside down. He had been on the force for almost fifteen years now, going straight from the army to the police, realizing too late that other than the haircut, there wasn't that much difference between the two. He knew that as soon as he got out of his car it would all start up like a clock that was wound too tight. The sleepless nights, the endless leads that never panned out, the bosses breathing down his neck. The press would probably catch on to it, too. Then he'd have cameras stuck in his face every time he left the squad, people asking him why the case wasn't solved, his son seeing it on the news and asking Daddy why people were so mad at him.
Collier, a young beat cop with biceps so thick with muscle he couldn't put his arms down flat against his sides, tapped on the glass, gesturing for Michael to roll down his window. Collier had made a circling motion with his meaty hand, even though the kid had probably never been in a car with crank windows.
Michael pressed the button on the console, saying, "Yeah?" as the glass slid down.
"Who's winning?"
"Not Atlanta," Michael told him, and Collier nodded as if he had expected the news. Atlanta's previous trip to the Super Bowl was several years back. Denver had thumped them 34-19.
Collier asked, "How's Ken?"
"He's Ken," Michael answered, not offering an elaboration on his part
Instead of getting out of his car, Michael waited, listening to another few seconds of the game, enjoying a moment's peace before his world turned upside down. He had been on the force for almost fifteen years now, going straight from the army to the police, realizing too late that other than the haircut, there wasn't that much difference between the two. He knew that as soon as he got out of his car it would all start up like a clock that was wound too tight. The sleepless nights, the endless leads that never panned out, the bosses breathing down his neck. The press would probably catch on to it, too. Then he'd have cameras stuck in his face every time he left the squad, people asking him why the case wasn't solved, his son seeing it on the news and asking Daddy why people were so mad at him.
Collier, a young beat cop with biceps so thick with muscle he couldn't put his arms down flat against his sides, tapped on the glass, gesturing for Michael to roll down his window. Collier had made a circling motion with his meaty hand, even though the kid had probably never been in a car with crank windows.
Michael pressed the button on the console, saying, "Yeah?" as the glass slid down.
"Who's winning?"
"Not Atlanta," Michael told him, and Collier nodded as if he had expected the news. Atlanta's previous trip to the Super Bowl was several years back. Denver had thumped them 34-19.
Collier asked, "How's Ken?"
"He's Ken," Michael answered, not offering an elaboration on his part
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Autoren-Porträt von Karin Slaughter
Karin Slaughter, Jg. 1971, stammt aus Atlanta, Georgia, wo sie bis heute lebt. Mit ihren 'Grant County'-Thrillern um die Gerichtsmedizinerin Sara Linton und den Polizeichef Jeffrey Tolliver hat sie sich in den Olymp der Thrillerautoren geschrieben. 2003 erschien ihr Debütroman 'Belladonna', der Karin Slaughter unmittelbar an die Spitze der internationalen Bestsellerlisten katapultierte. Ihre Bücher sind in 24 Sprachen übersetzt und haben bereits eine Gesamtauflage von mehr als 20 Millionen Exemplaren überschritten.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Karin Slaughter
- 2006, 512 Seiten, Maße: 15,1 x 17,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Dell
- ISBN-10: 0440242924
- ISBN-13: 9780440242925
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Slaughter's gift for building multi-layered tension while deconstructing damaged personalities gives this thriller a nerve-wracking finish."- USA Today"Excellent.... Karin Slaughter is not afraid to show the absolute worst in people, as well as the best."- Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel
"[Karin Slaughter] writes with a razor... Triptych elevates her to the top of my list of favorite crime writers."- Cleveland Plain Dealer
"Volcanic heroes and villians, who act both surprisingly and logically.... Slaughter has the courage to detonate her biggest bombshells early on, keeping even the wariest readers off-balance."- Kirkus Reviews
"One of 2006's most remarkable achievements... Triptych launches a major new phase in Slaughter's career, and it's a delight to behold." - Philadelphia Inquirer
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