Half Moon Bay
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Deputy Coroner Clay Edison discovers that buried secrets can be deadly in this riveting thriller from a father-son team of bestselling authors who write brilliant, page-turning fiction (Stephen King).
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Deputy Coroner Clay Edison discovers that buried secrets can be deadly in this riveting thriller from a father-son team of bestselling authors who write brilliant, page-turning fiction (Stephen King).An ID Book Club Selection
Clay Edison has his hands full. He s got a new baby who won't sleep. He s working the graveyard shift. And he s trying, for once, to mind his own business. Then comes the first call. Workers demolishing a local park have made a haunting discovery: the decades-old skeleton of a child. But whose? And how did it get there?
No sooner has Clay begun to investigate than he receives a second call this one from a local businessman, wondering if the body could belong to his sister. She went missing fifty years ago, the man says. Or at least I think she did. It s a little complicated.
And things only get stranger from there. Clay s relentless search for answers will unearth a history of violence and secrets, revolution and betrayal. Because in this town, the past isn t dead. It s very much alive. And it can be murderous.
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On a damp Saturday, just last year, the sixties finally died in Berkeley.On Sunday, I came for the bones.
The end began the day after Christmas, at dawn. With a wrecking crew standing by, a team of University of California police officers entered People s Park to rouse the two dozen bodies curled limp in the bushes, pressed against tree trunks, atop and under benches, ordering them to vacate the premises.
The third sweep in as many days.
Each time, the park residents who d been kicked out at six a.m. came back at ten p.m. to bed down, as though returning from a long day at the office.
A week prior, the university had installed a chain-link fence around the perimeter. It had been scaled, sheared open, knocked down.
A month before that, campus cops had circulated through the neighborhood, handing out flyers giving notice of the demolition and verbally notifying those who refused the paper or threw it back, in one instance using it first to wipe an ass.
The previous year, the architecture firm contracted for the project had erected large multicolored signs along Dwight Way and Haste Street depicting a pristine six-story dormitory alongside detached ground-floor units of supportive housing for the homeless.
Modern. Clean. Green. The drawings showed faceless humanoids gliding through streak-free glass doors. It was impossible to tell the students from the homeless. Everyone was wearing a backpack.
Within days, Berkeley Fire found the signs ablaze in a dumpster.
Articles about the closure of the park and op-eds either lamenting or celebrating its demise had been a fixture of local media for four years running. There d been a public hearing, two lawsuits, multiple town halls, and city council meetings too numerous to count.
Nobody could claim they hadn t been warned.
The run-up to Demolition Day was a continuation of a fifty-year tug-of-war, begun when a group of hippies wielding gardening implements converged on a muddy, disused lot
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owned by the university and claimed it in the name of The People.
As far as sacred spaces go, it ain t much to look at.
Three scrubby acres, few natural features, murals flaking, vegetation in perpetual decline, the province of drifters, addicts, and the mentally ill. An average day sees the cops summoned five times. There s a playground, but not one you d knowingly take a child to. Not long ago, a nanny short on context, common sense, or both brought a two-year-old boy to the swings. A parkie sauntered up and shoved a Tootsie Roll into his mouth. It turned out to be meth.
Nobody who cares about Berkeley looks at the park and sees the existing reality. They see what it represents.
Love Not War. Food Not Bombs. Freedom of Speech. Respect Mother Earth. Heritage. Progress. Hope.
The housing crisis. The mental health crisis. The opioid epidemic. Crime. Corruption. Waste.
On that damp December morning, what remained of The People stood behind sawhorses at the corner of Bowditch and Haste: nine aging Boomers waving cardboard signs. They looked invigorated, passing around a joint between chants.
Whose Park?
Our Park.
A bulldozer started up, drowning them out.
One protester began to weep. Others cast about in search of the cavalry. Nobody was coming. It was too chilly. Too early. Undergrads had decamped for winter break. And to them, People s Park meant nothing but a chronic shortage of dorm beds and an inconvenient detour walking home from the library at night.
The construction foreman unlocked the fence gate and spread it wide.
The first bulldozer rolled over the sidewalk and lumbered toward the western side of the park, lowering its blade as it advanced on the Free Speech Stage. Mist clung to the lawns. Over the growl of the diesel engine rose a wet, mealy crunch, steel teeth chewin
As far as sacred spaces go, it ain t much to look at.
Three scrubby acres, few natural features, murals flaking, vegetation in perpetual decline, the province of drifters, addicts, and the mentally ill. An average day sees the cops summoned five times. There s a playground, but not one you d knowingly take a child to. Not long ago, a nanny short on context, common sense, or both brought a two-year-old boy to the swings. A parkie sauntered up and shoved a Tootsie Roll into his mouth. It turned out to be meth.
Nobody who cares about Berkeley looks at the park and sees the existing reality. They see what it represents.
Love Not War. Food Not Bombs. Freedom of Speech. Respect Mother Earth. Heritage. Progress. Hope.
The housing crisis. The mental health crisis. The opioid epidemic. Crime. Corruption. Waste.
On that damp December morning, what remained of The People stood behind sawhorses at the corner of Bowditch and Haste: nine aging Boomers waving cardboard signs. They looked invigorated, passing around a joint between chants.
Whose Park?
Our Park.
A bulldozer started up, drowning them out.
One protester began to weep. Others cast about in search of the cavalry. Nobody was coming. It was too chilly. Too early. Undergrads had decamped for winter break. And to them, People s Park meant nothing but a chronic shortage of dorm beds and an inconvenient detour walking home from the library at night.
The construction foreman unlocked the fence gate and spread it wide.
The first bulldozer rolled over the sidewalk and lumbered toward the western side of the park, lowering its blade as it advanced on the Free Speech Stage. Mist clung to the lawns. Over the growl of the diesel engine rose a wet, mealy crunch, steel teeth chewin
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Autoren-Porträt von Jonathan Kellerman, Jesse Kellerman
Jonathan Kellerman is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than forty crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, Twisted, True Detectives, and The Murderer s Daughter. With his wife, Faye Kellerman, he co-authored Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. With his son, Jesse Kellerman, he co-authored Crime Scene, A Measure of Darkness, The Golem of Hollywood, and The Golem of Paris. He is also the author of two children s books and numerous nonfiction works, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children and With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and the Lifetime Achievement Award from the American Psychological Association. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California and New Mexico.Jesse Kellerman won the Princess Grace Award for best young American playwright and is the author of Sunstroke, Trouble (nominated for the ITW Thriller Award for Best Novel), The Genius (winner of the Grand Prix des Lectrices de Elle), The Executor, and Potboiler (nominated for the Edgar Award for Best Novel). He lives in California.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: Jonathan Kellerman , Jesse Kellerman
- 2021, 432 Seiten, Maße: 10,5 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine Books
- ISBN-10: 0525620109
- ISBN-13: 9780525620105
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for the Clay Edison seriesAs for the keen sense of drama, it must be a genetic trait. . . . Unlike most crime writers (not to mention most of their readers), who revel in the bloody aftermath of a violent encounter, the Kellermans show compassion for the survivors, including conscientious officials like Edison. The New York Times Book Review
Edison is an interesting protagonist, a good man for whom finding the truth is more important than anything else, including his own safety. He s gentle and strong, compassionate and ruthless, methodical and impulsive. Booklist
Praise for Jonathan and Jesse Kellerman
Jonathan Kellerman s psychology skills and dark imagination are a potent literary mix. Los Angeles Times
[Jesse] Kellerman has a gift for creating compelling characters as well as for crafting an ingenious plot that grabs the reader and refuses to let go. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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