By Michael Connelly
The obvious suicide of his policeman brother units Denver crime reporter Jack McEvoy on aspect. shock on the conditions of his brother's dying activates Jack to appear right into a complete sequence of police suicides, and places him at the path of a cop killer whose sufferers are chosen all too rigorously. not just that, yet all of them go away suicide notes drawn from the poems of author Edgar Allan Poe of their wake.
More scary nonetheless, the killer seems to be to understand that Jack is getting closer and closer. An research that appears just like the tale of a life-time may also be Jack's price ticket to a lonely end.
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He had not reached out to me, nor to my parents or Riley. Was it up to us to reach for him, not even knowing of his secret injuries? In my solitude on the road, I concluded that it was not. He should have reached. He should have tried. By not doing so he had robbed us of the chance to rescue him. And in not doing so he had left us unable to be rescued from our own grief and guilt. I realized that much of my grief was actually anger. I was mad at him, my twin, for what he had done to me. But it's hard to hold a grudge against the dead.
A sense of shame descended on me as I thought of all the calls I had made to a widow or parent of a dead child. Or brother of a suicide. Yes, I had even made those. I don't think there was any kind of death that I hadn't written about, that hadn't brought me around as the intruder into somebody's pain. How do you feel? Trusty words for a reporter. Always the first question. if not so direct, then carefully a montaged in words meant to impart sympathy and understanding-feelings I didn't actually have.
Couldn't I wake her up? Couldn't I tell these two characters from a black and white how wrong they were? I went to the couch, sat next to her and hugged her. That's what I was there for. I'd seen this scene often enough to know what I was supposed to do. "I'll stay," I whispered. " She didn't answer. She turned from my arms to Wexler. " "Estes Park. " "He got a call. Somebody said they might have some information about one of his cases. He was going up to meet them for coffee at the Stanley. Then after he ...