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1st to Die : Women's Murder Club Series : Book 1 - James Patterson

1st to Die

Women's Murder Club Series : Book 1

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Published: 1st February 2002
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A sizzling new thriller series by master suspense novelist Patterson features four career women--the Women's Murder Club--who track down a killer who's murdering newlyweds in San Francisco. NBC is scheduled to air a major two-part miniseries based on 1st To Die during sweeps week in May 2001.

1st To Die is a dazzlingly powerful new thriller by master suspense novelist James Patterson, the #1 bestselling author of Kiss the Girls and Along Came a Spider.

Four women-four friends-share a determination to stop a killer who has been stalking newlyweds in San Francisco. Each one holds a piece of the puzzle: Lindsay Boxer is a homicide inspector in the San Francisco Police Department, Claire Washburn is a medical examiner, Jill Bernhardt is an assistant D.A., and Cindy Thomas just started working the crime desk of the San Francisco Chronicle.

But the usual procedures aren't bringing them any closer to stopping the killings. So these women form a Women's Murder Club to collaborate outside the box and pursue the case by sidestepping their bosses and giving one another a hand.

The four women develop intense bonds as they pursue a killer whose crimes have stunned an entire city. Working together, they track down the most terrifying and unexpected killer they have ever encountered-before a shocking conclusion in which everything they knew turns out to be devastatingly wrong.

Full of the breathtaking drama and unforgettable emotions for which James Patterson is famous, 1st to Die is the start of a blazingly fast-paced and sensationally entertaining new series of crime thrillers.

About The Author

JAMES PATTERSON is one of the best-known and biggest-selling writers of all time. He is the author of some of the most popular series of the past decade - the Alex Cross, Women's Murder Club and Detective Michael Bennett novels - and he has written many other number one bestsellers including romance novels and stand-alone thrillers. He lives in Florida with his wife and son. James is passionate about encouraging children to read. Inspired by his own son who was a reluctant reader, he also writes a range of books specifically for young readers. James has formed a partnership with the National Literacy Trust, an independent, UK-based charity that changes lives through literacy.

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1st to Die

By Geoff.t.

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  • Deserves Multiple Readings
  • Engaging Characters
  • Page Turner
  • Suspenseful
  • Well Written

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    the first in another good series

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    Prologue

    INSPECTOR

    LINDSAY BOXER


    IT IS AN UNUSUALLY WARM NIGHT in July, but I'm shivering badly as I stand on the substantial gray stone terrace outside my apartment. I'm looking out over glorious San Francisco and I have my service revolver pressed against the side of my temple.

    'Goddamn you, God!' I whisper. Quite a sentiment, but appropriate and just, I think.

    I hear Sweet Martha whimpering. I turn and see she is watching me through the glass doors that lead to the terrace. She knows that something is wrong. 'It's okay,' I call to her through the door. 'I'm okay. Go lie down, girl.'

    Martha won't leave, though, won't look away. She's a good, loyal friend who's been nuzzling me good-night every single night for the past six years.

    As I stare into the Border collie's eyes, I think that maybe I should go inside and call the girls. Claire, Cindy, and Jill would be here almost before I hung up the phone. They would hold me, hug me, say all the right things. You're special, Lindsay. Everybody loves you, Lindsay.

    Only I'm pretty sure that I'd be back out here tomorrow night, or the night after. I just don't see a way out of this mess. I have thought it all through a hundred times. I can be as logical as hell, but I am also highly emotional, obviously. That was my strength as an inspector with the San Francisco Police Department. It is a rare combination, and I think it is why I was more successful than any of the males in Homicide. Of course, none of them are up here getting ready to blow their brains out with their own guns.

    I lightly brush the barrel of the revolver down my cheek and then up to my temple again. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I am reminded of soft hands, of Chris, and that starts me crying.

    Lots of images are coming way too fast for me to handle.

    The terrible, indelible honeymoon murders that terrified our city, mixed with close-ups of my mom and even a few flashes of my father. My best girls — Claire, Cindy, and Jill — our crazy club. I can even see myself, the way I used to be, anyway. Nobody ever, ever thought that I looked like an inspector, the only woman homicide inspector in the entire SFPD. My friends always said I was more like Helen Hunt married to Paul Reiser in Mad About You. I was married once. I was no Helen Hunt; he sure was no Paul Reiser.

    This is so hard, so bad, so wrong. It's so unlike me. I keep seeing David and Melanie Brandt, the first couple who were killed, in the Mandarin Suite of the Grand Hyatt. I see that horrifying hotel room, where they died senselessly and needlessly.

    That was the beginning.



    Chapter 1

    BEAUTIFUL LONG-STEMMED RED ROSES filled the hotel suite — the perfect gifts, really. Everything was perfect.

    There might be a luckier man somewhere on the planet, David Brandt thought as he wrapped his arms around Melanie, his new bride. Somewhere in Yemen, maybe — some Allah-praising farmer with a second goat. But certainly not in all of San Francisco.

    The couple looked out from the living room of the Grand Hyatt's Mandarin Suite. They could see the lights of Berkeley off in the distance, Alcatraz, the graceful outline of the lit-up Golden Gate Bridge.

    'It's incredible.' Melanie beamed. 'I wouldn't change a single thing about today.'

    'Me either,' he whispered. 'Well, maybe I wouldn't have invited my parents.' They both laughed.

    Only moments before, they had bid farewell to the last of the three hundred guests in the hotel's ballroom. The wedding was finally over. The toasts, the dancing, the schmoozing, the photographed kisses over the cake. Now it was just the two of them. They were twenty-nine years old and had the rest of their lives ahead of them.

    David reached for a pair of filled champagne glasses he had set on a lacquered table. 'A toast,' he declared, 'to the second-luckiest man alive.'

    'The second?' she said, and smiled in pretended shock. 'Who's the first?'

    They looped arms and took a long, luxurious sip from the crystal glasses. 'This farmer with two goats. I'll tell you later.

    'I have something for you,' David suddenly remembered. He had already given her the perfect five-carat diamond on her finger, which he knew she wore only to please his folks. He went to his tuxedo jacket, which was draped over a high-backed chair, and returned with a jewelry box from Bulgari.

    'No, David,' Melanie protested. 'You're my gift.'

    'Open it anyway,' he said to her. 'This you'll like.'

    She lifted the top. Inside a suede pouch was a set of earrings, large silver rings around a pair of whimsical moons made from diamonds.

    'They're how I think of you,' he said.

    Melanie held the moons against the lobes of her ears. They were perfect, and so was she.

    'It's you who pulls my tides,' David murmured.

    They kissed, and he unfastened the zipper of her dress, letting the neckline fall just below her shoulders. He kissed her neck. Then the tops of her breasts.

    There was a knock on the door of the suite.

    'Champagne,' called a voice from outside.

    For a moment, David thought of just yelling, 'Leave it there!' All evening, he had longed to peel away the dress from his wife's soft white shoulders.

    'Oh, go get it,' Melanie whispered, dangling the earrings in front of his eyes. 'I'll put these on.'

    She wiggled out of his grasp, backing toward the Mandarin's master bathroom, a smile in her liquid brown eyes. God, he loved those eyes.

    As he went to the door, David was thinking he wouldn't trade places with anybody in the world.

    Not even for a second goat.

    ISBN: 9780446610032
    ISBN-10: 0446610038
    Series: Women's Murder Club
    Audience: General
    Format: Paperback
    Language: English
    Number Of Pages: 488
    Published: 1st February 2002
    Dimensions (cm): 17.475 x 10.719  x 2.54
    Weight (kg): 0.24