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Jonathan Kellerman（喬納森·凱勒曼） 著

圖書標籤:

• 懸疑
• 驚悚
• 心理驚悚
• 犯罪
• 小說
• 平裝本
• 文學
• 推理
• 黑暗
• 反轉

齣版社： Random House

ISBN：9780345465269

商品編碼：19015380

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2005-09-27

頁數：416

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：17.53x10.67x3.05cm;0.11kg

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Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor takes center stage in bestseller Kellerman's elaborate, suspenseful, albeit improbable, thriller. Connor, who assisted Kellerman's main series detective, psychologist Alex Delaware, in 2003's A Cold Heart, proves an engaging protagonist, fully capable of carrying a story on her own. She's investigating a seemingly random drive-by shooting that claimed four teenage victims when a precocious 22-year-old graduate student intern, Isaac Gomez, presents her with evidence that a serial killer has struck on the same day, June 28, every year for the past six years. Though his proof relies entirely on a statistical analysis he's performed, his unquestioned brilliance prompts Connor to do a little extracurricular digging that turns up suggestive clues supporting Gomez's theory. Meanwhile, after doggedly pursuing even the slightest lead in the drive-by shooting case, Connor suspects that one of the victims, perhaps the one who wasn't claimed by any next-of-kin, was deliberately targeted. While Connor finds the socially immature Gomez to be a challenging assistant, he displays considerable cool in the climactic showdown with the June 28 killer. Despite a last minute plot twist that comes out of left field, this is vintage Kellerman, sure to please his legions of fans.

內容簡介

Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor has helped psychologist Alex Delaware crack tough cases in the past. And in Jonathan Kellerman's New York Times bestseller Billy Straight she took the lead in the desperate hunt for a teenage runaway stalked by a vengeful murderer. Now the complex and wryly compassionate Petra is once again at the center of the action, in a novel of cunning twists and page-turning suspense.

Lifeless bodies sprawl in a dance-club parking lot after a brutal L.A. drive-by. Of the four seemingly random victims, one stands out: a girl with pink shoes who cannot be identified–and who, days later, remains a Jane Doe. With zero leads and no apparent motive, it's another case destined for the cold file–until Petra decides to follow her instincts and descends into a world of traveling grifters and bloodthirsty killers, pursuing a possible eyewitness whose life is in mortal danger.

Finding her elusive quarry–alive–isn't all Petra has on her plate: departmental politics threatens to sabotage her case, and her personal life isn't doing much better. If all that wasn't enough, Isaac Gomez, a whiz-kid grad student researching homicide statistics at the station house, is convinced he's stumbled upon a bizarre connection between several unsolved murders. The victims had nothing in common, yet each died by the same method, on the same date–a date that's rapidly approaching again. And that leaves Petra with little time to unravel the twisted logic of a cunning predator who's evaded detection for years–and whose terrible hour is once more at hand.

"Why is it so hard to put down a Kellerman thriller?" asks Publishers Weekly. "It's simple: the nonstop action leaves you breathless; the plot twists keep you guessing; the themes...are provocative." Those in need of still further proof that "Kellerman has shaped the psychological mystery novel into an art form"(Los Angeles Times Book Review) need look no further than Twisted.

作者簡介

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a child psychologist to numerous bestselling tales of suspense (which have been translated into two dozen languages), including thirteen previous Alex Delaware novels; The Butcher's Theater, a story of serial killing in Jerusalem; and Billy Straight, featuring Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children. He and his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, have four children.

精彩書評

Following her debut as Milo Sturgi's fellow officer in the Delaware/Sturgis mystery A Cold Heart (2003), L.A. Detective Petra Connor emerges on her own. Unfortunately, if Kellerman is testing the waters for a new series character, Petra, though tough enough and with the usual screwed-up love life, is nothing special. The best thing here is 22-year-old Isaac Gomez, a nerdy whiz kid who is investigating patterns in unsolved L.A. homicides for his doctoral dissertation. Although Petra is supposed to be working on the death of an unidentified teen in a drive-by shooting, when Isaac confronts her with several cold cases that have compelling links, she can't help but feel they deserve some attention, too. While Petra does most of the footwork, Isaac pulls up the background on his laptop and makes a few trips to the library, where an unusually randy librarian helps him out in both the physical and intellectual senses. The idea of a prodigy torn between his hardworking family and the excitement of police work is what supplies the energy here. Perhaps Kellerman should consider a series based on Isaac rather than Petra.
——Stephanie Zvirin

"Grabs the reader's attention and never lets go."
——Associated Press

"[Kellerman] keeps the creepiness coming until the big-twist finish."
——People

"Turn the page and you're hooked."
——The New York Times Book Review

精彩書摘

CHAPTER 1

May brought azure skies and California optimism to Hollywood. Petra Connor worked nights and slept through the blue. She had her own reason to be cheerful: solving two whodunit murders.

The first was a dead body at a wedding. The Ito-Park wedding, main ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel, Japanese-American bride, Korean-American groom, a couple of law students who'd met at the U. Her father, a Glendale-born surgeon; his, an immigrant appliance dealer, barely able to speak English. Petra wondered about culture clash.

The body was one of the bride's cousins, a thirty-two-year-old CPA named Baldwin Yoshimura, found midway through the reception, in an unlocked stall of the hotel men's room, his neck twisted so hard, he looked like something out of The Exorcist. It took strong hands to do that, the coroner pronounced, but that was where the medical wisdom terminated.

Petra, working with no partner once again, talked to every friend and relative and finally unearthed the fact that Baldwin Yoshimura had been a serious lothario who'd made no distinction between married and unmarried conquests. As she continued to probe, she encountered nervous glances on the bride's side. Finally, a third cousin named Wendy Sakura blurted out the truth: Baldwin had been fooling with his brother Darwin's wife. The slut.

Darwin, a relative black sheep for this highly educated clan, was a martial arts instructor who worked at a studio in Woodland Hills. Petra forced herself to wake up during daylight, dropped in at the dojo, watched him put an advanced judo class through its paces. Stocky little guy, shaved head, pleasant demeanor. When the class was over, he approached Petra, arms extended for cuffing, saying, "I did it. Arrest me."

Back at the station, he refused a lawyer, couldn't wait to spill: Suspicious for some time, he'd followed his wife and his brother as they left the wedding and entered an unused banquet room. After passing behind a partition, said wife gave said sib enthusiastic head. Darwin allowed her to finish, waited until Baldwin went to the john, confronted his brother, did the deed.

"What about your wife?"said Petra.

"What about her?"

"You didn't hurt her."

"She's a woman,"said Darwin Yoshimura. "She's weak. Baldwin should've known better."

The second whodunit started off as bloodstains in Los Feliz and ended up with d.b. out in Angeles Crest National Forest. This victim was a grocer named Bedros Kashigian. The blood was found in the parking lot behind his market on Edgemont. Kashigian and his five-year-old Cadillac were missing.

Two days later, forest rangers found the Caddy pulled to the side of the road in the forest, Kashigian's body slumped behind the wheel. Dried blood had streamed out of his left ear, run onto his face and shirt, but no obvious wounds. Maggot analysis said he'd been dead the entire two days, or close to it. Meaning, instead of driving home from work, he'd made his way thirty miles east. Or had been taken there.

As far as Petra could tell, the grocer was a solid citizen, married, three kids, nice house, no outstanding debts. But a solid week of investigating Kashigian's activities gave rise to the fact that he'd been involved in a brawl two days before his disappearance.

Barroom melee at a place on Alvarado. Latino clientele, but Kashigian had a thing for one of the Salvadoran waitresses and went there frequently to nurse beer-and-shots before retiring to her room above the saloon. The fracas got going when two drunks started pounding each other. Kashigian got caught in the middle and ended up being punched in the head. Only once, according to the bartender. An errant bare fist and Kashigian had left the bar on his feet.

Kashigian's widow, dealing with her loss as well as the new insight that Bedros had been cheating on her, said hubby had complained of a headache, attributing it to banging his head against a bread rack. Couple of aspirins, he'd seemed fine.

Petra phoned the coroner, an unconscionably cheerful guy named Rosenberg, and asked if a single, bare-knuckle blow to the head could be fatal two days after the fact. Rosenberg said he doubted it.

A scan of Bedros Kashigian's insurance records showed hefty whole life and first-to-die policies as well as medical claims paid five years ago, when the grocer had been involved in a nine-car pileup on the 5 North that had shattered his skull and caused intracranial bleeding. Brought into the E.R. unconscious, Kashigian had been wheeled into surgery where a half-dollar-sized piece of skull had been sawed off so his brain could be cleaned up. That section, labeled a "roundel" by Rosenberg, had been reattached using sutures and screws.

After hearing about the accident, Rosenberg had changed his mind.

"The roundel was anchored by scar tissue,"he told Petra. "And the darn thing grew back thinner than the rest of the skull. Unfortunately for your guy, that's exactly where he took the punch. The rest of his head could have withstood the impact but the thin spot couldn't. It shattered, drove bone slivers into his brain, caused a slow bleed, and finally boom."

"Boom,"said Petra. "There you go again, blinding me with jargon."

The coroner laughed. Petra laughed. Neither of them wanting to think about Bedros Kashigian's monumental bad luck.

"A single punch,"she said.

"Boom,"said Rosenberg.

"Tell me this, Doctor R., could he have driven to the forest out of confusion?"

"Let me think about that. With shards of bone slicing into his gray matter, a slow bleed, yeah, he could've been hazy, disoriented."

Which didn't explain why Angeles Crest, specifically.

She asked Captain Schoelkopf if she should pursue homicide charges against the guy who'd landed the punch.

"Who is he?"

"Don't know yet."

"A bar fight."Schoelkopf flashed her the are-you-retarded? look. "Write it up as an accidental death."

Lacking the will—or the desire—to argue, she complied, then went to inform the widow. Who told her Angeles Crest was where she and Bedros used to go to make out when they were teenagers.

"At least he left me some good insurance," said the woman. "The main thing is my kids stay in private school."

Within days after closing both files, the loneliness set in. Petra had made the mistake of getting intimate with a partner, and now she was working and living solo.

The object of her affections was a strange, taciturn detective named Eric Stahl with a military background as an Army special services officer and a history that had unfurled slowly. The first time Petra had seen his black suit, pale skin, and flat, dark eyes she'd thought undertaker. She'd disliked him instinctively and the feeling appeared mutual. Somehow things had changed.

They'd started working together on the Cold Heart homicides, coordinating with Milo Sturgis in West L.A. to put away a scumbag psychopath who got off on dispatching creative types. Closing that one hadn't come easy; Eric had nearly died of stab wounds. Sitting, waiting, in the E.R. waiting room, Petra had met his parents, learned why he didn't talk or emote or act remotely human.

He'd once had a family—wife and two kids—but had lost everything. Heather, Danny, and Dawn. Taken from him cruelly. He'd resigned his military commission, spent a year doped up on antidepressants, then applied to the LAPD, where connections got him a Detective I appointment, Hollywood Division, where Schoelkopf had foisted him on Petra.

Whatever Schoelkopf knew he'd kept to himself. Uninformed, Petra tried to get along, but faced with a partner with all the warmth of ceramic tile, she soon gave up. The two of them ended up splitting chores, minimizing the time they spent together. Long, cold, silent stakeouts.

Then came a night full of terror. Even now, Petra wondered if Eric had been trying to commit Suicide by Perp. She'd never brought it up. Had no reason to.

She had not been the only woman in his life. During the Cold Heart investigation, he'd met an exotic dancer, a bubble-headed blonde with a perfect body named Kyra Montego aka Kathy Magary. Kyra was there in the waiting room, too, stuffed into too-small duds, sniffling into her hankie, examining her nails, unable to read the dumbest magazine out of anxiety or what Petra suspected was attention span disorder. Petra outlasted the bimbo, and when Eric woke up, it was her hand holding his, her eyes locking with his bruised, brown irises.

During the months of recuperation, Kyra kept dropping in at Eric's rented bungalow in Studio City, bearing takeout soup and plastic utensils. Offering plastic boobs and batting eyelashes and Lord knew what else.

Petra dealt with that by cooking for Eric. Growing up with five brothers and a widowed father in Arizona, she'd learned to be pretty handy around the kitchen. During the brief time her marriage lasted, she'd played at gourmet. Now a nighthawk divorcée, she rarely bothered to switch on the oven. But healing Eric with home-cooked goodies had seemed terribly urgent.

In the end, the bimbo was out of the picture and Petra was squarely in it. She and Eric went from awkwardness to reluctant self-disclosure to friendship to closeness. When they finally made love, he went at it with the fervor of a deprived animal. When they finally settled into regular sex, she found him the best lover she'd ever encountered, tender when she needed him to be, accommodatingly athletic when that w...

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就文學性而言，這本書的語言功力令人嘆服。作者的詞匯量極為豐富，但絕非故作高深或堆砌辭藻。他擅長使用一些極具畫麵感的動詞和形容詞，將抽象的情緒具象化。比如，用來形容焦慮感的句子：“那感覺就像心髒被包裹在一層冰冷的蛛網裏，每跳動一下，都會被細密的絲綫勒得更緊。” 這種精準而又富有詩意的錶達，極大地增強瞭文字的感染力。尤其是在描述主角做齣某種重大決定前的內心掙紮時，作者會突然切換到一種短促、有力的句式，仿佛心跳加速，讀者的呼吸也會不自覺地隨之加快。書中還穿插瞭一些非常具有象徵意義的意象，比如反復齣現的“未熄滅的燈塔”和“被遺忘的地圖”，這些符號的重復齣現，無疑是在引導我們去思考故事更深層的哲學主題，關於命運、選擇與救贖。這已經超越瞭一般的類型小說範疇，它更像是一次對人性幽暗角落的深度探險。

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這本書的封麵設計簡直太抓人眼球瞭，那種深邃的暗色調和中間那團若隱若現的光影，立刻就讓人聯想到某種不為人知的秘密或者一段麯摺離奇的往事。我拿到手的時候，就忍不住在通勤的地鐵上翻開瞭第一頁。作者的開篇敘事手法非常高明，他沒有急著拋齣主要的衝突點，而是用一種近乎散文詩般的筆觸，描繪瞭一個小鎮的日常景象。空氣中彌漫著潮濕泥土和老舊木材的味道，人物的對話也帶著那種特有的地方口音和含蓄的錶達方式，讓人感覺一下子就沉浸到瞭那個特定的時空背景中。我尤其欣賞作者對環境細節的捕捉，比如窗颱上那盆快要枯萎的蕨類植物，或者老式收音機裏斷斷續續傳齣的爵士樂，這些細微之處都在悄無聲息地為後續的情節發展埋下伏筆，讓人忍不住想去深究這些看似不經意的元素背後到底隱藏著什麼。整體來看，前期的鋪墊非常紮實，節奏把握得鬆弛有度，讓人既能放鬆地閱讀，又始終保持著一種對未知的好奇心，期待著故事的真正轉摺點能夠早日到來。這種細膩入微的描繪，讓人感覺這不僅僅是一個故事，更像是一幅精心繪製的、充滿隱喻的畫捲。

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隨著情節的深入，我發現作者在人物塑造上傾注瞭巨大的心血。主角的內心世界復雜得像一個迷宮，他錶麵上是一個再普通不過的中年人，每天按時上下班，對傢庭盡責，但那雙眼睛裏總藏著一絲化不開的憂鬱和戒備。書中花瞭大量的篇幅去描繪他的夢境和潛意識中的閃迴片段，那些碎片化的記憶，有的光怪陸離，有的又殘酷得令人心悸。我特彆喜歡作者處理人物對話的方式，很多時候，真正重要的信息並不是通過直白的陳述錶達齣來的，而是隱藏在那些欲言又止的停頓、不閤時宜的笑聲或者突然轉移的話題之中。你得像個偵探一樣，去解讀每一個錶情背後的潛颱詞。此外，配角的刻畫也極其到位，尤其是那位行為古怪的鄰居老太太，她提供的零星信息總是模棱兩可，但每當她齣現，故事的緊張感都會驟然上升。這本書的厲害之處在於，它讓你懷疑每一個接近主角的人，讓你在信任和猜忌之間反復搖擺，成功地營造瞭一種高度心理化的敘事氛圍，讀起來非常過癮，讓人忍不住想一口氣讀完，弄清楚到底誰是真正的盟友，誰又在暗中布局。

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這本書的結構設計可以說是彆齣心裁，它完全打破瞭傳統的綫性敘事模式。章節的排列似乎是隨機的，有時會跳躍到幾十年前的某個場景，有時又會切迴主角當下的睏境，甚至是另一條看似不相乾的支綫故事。起初，我有些跟不上這種跳躍感，常常需要迴頭翻看前文，試圖理清時間綫索。然而，一旦適應瞭這種敘事節奏，我便開始欣賞它的精妙之處——那些看似不連貫的片段，其實像無數散落的拼圖碎片，作者隻是耐心地等待讀者自己去發現它們之間的內在邏輯和共振點。當某兩個看似無關的場景在故事的後半部分突然交匯時，那種恍然大悟的震撼感是無與倫比的。這要求讀者必須保持高度的專注力，不能有絲毫的鬆懈，否則很容易錯過一些關鍵的連接點。這種挑戰性的閱讀體驗，讓整個過程充滿瞭智力上的探索欲，讓人感覺自己不僅僅是在被動接收故事，更是在主動參與構建這個復雜的世界觀。

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讀完之後，我花瞭好幾天時間纔真正地從這本書的世界中抽離齣來。它帶來的不是那種讀完爆米花小說後的短暫滿足感，而是一種持久的、需要時間消化的迴味。這本書的結局並沒有給齣一個明確的、皆大歡喜的答案。相反，它留下瞭一個巨大的、懸而未決的問號，甚至可能讓你重新審視之前所有自以為是的判斷。我傾嚮於認為，作者的意圖並非是提供一個簡單的“真相”，而是想探討“真相”本身的不可靠性。那種縈繞心頭的未解之謎，反而成為瞭這本書最引人入勝的部分。我甚至已經開始在網上搜索其他讀者的解讀和推測，想要看看是否有人捕捉到瞭我可能忽略掉的那些細枝末節。總而言之，這是一部需要細細品味，並且非常值得反復閱讀的作品，它成功地在我的閱讀清單上留下瞭一個難以磨滅的深刻印記，讓我對作者的下一部作品充滿瞭無限的期待。