![]() Do you know that? And you have my eyes, my cheekbones. Even before your precious lab test came back.” Amalthea leaned forward in the chair and regarded her with an almost intimate smile. ![]() People lie all the time, but DNA doesn’t.” “You’ve gotten back the test results, haven’t you? Now you know I was telling the truth. I am looking at my own face twenty-five years from now. Staring at Amalthea’s high cheekbones, her direct gaze, Maura wondered: Why did I refuse to see it before? It’s so obvious. Her previously disheveled hair was now pulled back in a tidy ponytail, thrusting her features into stark prominence. Amalthea Lank walked into the private interview room and sat down at the table, and the look she aimed at Maura was clear-eyed and perfectly sane. THERE WAS NO PLAYACTING this time, no pretense of madness. The flash went off, just in time to capture the image of Mattie Purvis whacking her husband across the face with the bouquet of roses. She raised the camera, centered the couple in the viewfinder, and pressed the shutter release. She saw no protest in her gaze, just a strange, volcanic gleam that she could not interpret. It’ll look great.” He smiled, teeth gleaming, the loving husband sheltering his wife. “How about this? Me handing her the flowers. “Just take the picture.” He leaned in close to Mattie and extended the bouquet of roses to her. The story’s worth so much more if it comes with photos.” He pulled a camera from his pocket and handed it to Rizzoli. We can take our time, weigh all the offers. “And we don’t have any of you and me together. Had the nurse bring her up to the window. ![]() Me bringing you flowers as you lie in your hospital bed. “You know, hon, we need to document everything. ![]() This has got everyone so excited.” He looked at his wife. “Yeah? It’s amazing, all the cameras out there. An electric series of startling twists, the revelation of ghoulishly practical motives and a nail-biting finale make this Gerritsen's best to date. ![]() Meanwhile, brief scenes chronicle the diabolical kidnapping of an affluent pregnant housewife who is kept buried in a crude coffin. The killer, Isles discovers, has been murdering pregnant women for decades, making periodic sweeps of the country. This opens the cobwebbed pages of a nightmarish family album and leads Isles to a remote cabin in Maine where the long-dead body of a pregnant woman is discovered buried in the woods. Isles falls for the handsome Ballard, but she isn't convinced by his theory, and she launches an investigation into her sister's past, following the trail to a state correctional facility and a schizophrenic inmate who may be her mother. Another detective, Rick Ballard, comes forward to say that he knew the victim and is certain her killer is a powerful pharmaceutical baron known to have stalked her. As the novel begins, Isles-an adopted child who never knew the identity of her birth parents-is confronted by the corpse of a murdered woman who is apparently her identical twin. Rizzoli is carrying her first child, and Isles-divorced and alone at age 40 and suddenly, unsettlingly aware of her biological clock-is experiencing decidedly unspiritual feelings for her priest. Both of the usually gritty crime fighters are uncharacteristically vulnerable. Pregnant women play key roles in this bone-chilling fourth novel in Gerritsen's edgy, suspenseful series of thrillers featuring Boston Medical Examiner Maura Isles and Homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli. A review with a blue-tinted title indicates a book of unusual commercial interest that hasn't received a starred review A starred review indicates a book of outstanding quality. ![]()
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