7th Heaven (Women's Murder Club Series #7)

by James Patterson, Maxine Paetro Narrated by Carolyn McCormick

Overview

A terrible fire in a wealthy suburban home leaves a married couple dead and Detective Lindsay Boxer and her partner Rich Conklin searching for clues. And after California's golden boy, Michael Campion has been missing for a month, there finally seems to be a lead in his case--a very devastating lead.

As fire after fire consume couples in wealthy, comfortable homes, Lindsay and the Murder Club must race to find the arsonists responsible and get to the bottom of Michael Campion's disappearance. But suddenly the fires are raging too close to home.

Frightened for her life and torn between two men, Lindsay must find a way to solve the most daunting dilemmas she's ever faced--at work and at home.

Editorial Reviews

After 2007's raging California wildfires, James Patterson's Women's Murder Club novel will carry the shock of recognition with many readers. In 7th Heaven, a series of devastating house fires have set detectives Lindsay Boxer and Rich Conklin hot on the trail of the arsonist culprits. As the conflagrations proliferate and grow ever closer to home, the fiery pursuit becomes more urgent and even deadly personal. A five-alarm barnburner from James Patterson.

Publishers Weekly

At the start of the gripping seventh Women's Murder Club thriller from bestseller Patterson and Paetro (after 2007's The 6th Target), San Francisco is still haunted by the disappearance of Michael Campion, the much-adored teenage son of a former California governor, three months earlier. Following up on a tip that Michael was last seen entering a prostitute's house, homicide inspector Lindsay Boxer and her new partner, Rich Conklin, are shocked when the hooker immediately confesses that Michael, who had a heart defect, died during sex and she disposed of his body. Lindsay's ADA pal, Yuki Castellano, is sure she has a slam-dunk case, but the trial soon takes a bizarre turn. Lindsay and Rich also scramble to track down a serial arsonist responsible for murdering a string of wealthy couples. Lindsay races to put the pieces together before the fires hit too close to home. In true Patterson style, the reader is privy to Lindsay's thoughts as well as the killers', ratcheting up the suspense an extra notch. Fans won't be disappointed with the twist at the end that not even Lindsay sees coming. (Feb.)

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Library Journal

A popular politician's ill son is missing, and prominent Bay Area residents are dying in a series of seemingly random fires. Both cases baffle San Francisco Police detective Lindsay Boxer, who simultaneously grapples with her feelings for an FBI agent and her attraction to her handsome partner. In this, one of the best entries in "The Women's Murder Club" series, everything comes together in a neat package that is often gruesome, sometimes funny, but always entertaining. Narrator/Law & Order veteran actress Carolyn McCormick (6th Target) skillfully creates memorable characters in a reading that is professional, is free of theatrics, and adds significantly to the transfer from print to audio. Recommended for all collections. [Also recorded by Books on Tape. 7 CDs. unabridged. 7¾ hrs. ISBN 9781415947036
—Joseph L. Carlson

From the Publisher

"The opening two chapters of 7TH HEAVEN should be set to the Mission Impossible theme song. Tension and violence races through those first few pages as surely as that burning fuse tracked across the screen. And you won't be able to stop there."—Blogcritics.org

"A fast-paced thriller . . . a swift and pleasurable read."—ArmchairInterviews.com

ArmchairInterviews.com

"A fast-paced thriller . . . a swift and pleasurable read."

Blogcritics.org

"The opening two chapters of 7TH HEAVEN should be set to the Mission Impossible theme song. Tension and violence races through those first few pages as surely as that burning fuse tracked across the screen. And you won't be able to stop there."

ArmchairInterviews.com on 7th Heaven

"A fast-paced thriller . . . a swift and pleasurable read."

BlogCritics.org on 7th Heaven

"The opening two chapters of 7^TH
HEAVEN should be set to the Mission Impossible theme song.
Tension and violence races through those first few pages as surely as that burning fuse tracked across the screen. And you won't be able to stop there."

BookReporter.com on 7th Heaven

"Riveting
. . . fascinating . . . moves at breakneck speed . . . a must-read."

AllThingsGirl.net on 7th Heaven

"When it comes to mysteries, you can't beat the amazing mind of James Patterson . . . Richly woven. The story twists and turns and the ending will leave you open mouthed."

New York Times Book Review

"Patterson knows where our deepest fears are buried...There's no stopping his imagination."

New York Times Book Review on 1st to Die

"Patterson knows where our deepest fears are buried...There's no stopping his imagination."

People on 2nd Chance

"Inspiring heroines...juicy subplots...briskly paced...Patterson chalks up another suspenseful outing for his Women's Murder Club."

EdgeBoston.com on 4th of July

"Once you start reading, you can't put down...Grab a hold of this one."

Bestsellersworld.com on 3rd Degree

"Buy this one--you will understand why Mr. Patterson is referred to as 'the most addictive writer at work today.'"

Bookreporter.com on The 5th Horseman

"Those who haven't read any of the novels in the Women's Murder Club series are cheating themselves."

OCT/NOV 08 - AudioFile

This installment in the Women's Murder Club series involves murder, stalking, and arson. Lindsay Boxer and her partner, Rich Conklin, investigate a series of brutal arsons in which rich couples are burned alive in their homes. Subplots include a lead on the disappearance of rich kid Michael Campion and a plot involving a psychotic journalist. Carolyn McCormick reads this chilling mystery with just the right touch of suspense. McCormick’s soft-voiced narration delivers an unemotional reading of the horrific crimes perpetrated by the story’s cold-blooded serial killers. In this way, McCormick keeps herself at arm’s length emotionally from the events of the mystery, thereby adroitly increasing its tension and keeping the listener poised for the next piece of the puzzle. M.B.K. © AudioFile 2008, Portland, Maine

Product Details

BN ID:	2940173800565
Publisher:	Hachette Audio
Publication date:	02/04/2008
Series:	Women's Murder Club Series
Edition description:	Abridged

Read an Excerpt

7th Heaven

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By James Patterson Maxine Paetro Little, Brown and Company Copyright © 2008 James Patterson
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-01770-1

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Chapter One TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room, and apple logs crackled in the fireplace, scenting the air as they burned.

A digitized Bing Crosby crooned "The Christmas Song."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose ..."

Henry Jablonsky couldn't see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel, a good thing, Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.

It meant that the boys didn't want to be identified, that they were planning to let them go. Please, God, please let us live and I'll serve you all the days of my life.

Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree, knew that the gun was in Hawk's waistband. He heard wrapping paper tear, saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.

They'd said they weren't going to hurt them.

They said this was only a robbery.

Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist, which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.

Both boys looked as though they'd stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.

Hawk. Clean-cut. Well-spoken. Blond, with side-parted hair. Pidge, bigger. Probably six two. Long brown hair. Strong as a horse. Meaty hands. Ivy League types. Both of them.

Maybe there really was some goodness in them.

As Jablonsky watched, the blond one, Hawk, walked over to the bookshelf, dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books, calling out titles, his voice warm, as though he were a friend of the family.

He said to Henry Jablonsky, "Wow, Mr. J., you've got Fahrenheit 451. This is a classic."

Hawk pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the first page. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.

"You can't beat Bradbury for an opening," Hawk said. And then he read aloud with a clear, dramatic voice.

"'It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.'"

As Hawk read, Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. It was wrapped in gold foil, tied with gold ribbon. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for, for years.

"To Peggy, from Santa," Pidge read from the gift tag. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.

He had a knife!

Pidge opened the box, peeled back the layers of tissue.

"A Birkin bag, Peggy. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I'd call that a no, Peg. A definite no."

Pidge reached for another wrapped gift, shook the box, while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Peggy pleaded with Hawk, her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. It broke Henry's heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.

Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy's baby-blond hair, then patted her damp cheek. "We're going to open all your presents now, Mrs. J. Yours too, Mr. J.," he said. "Then we'll decide if we're going to let you live."

Chapter Two HENRY JABLONSKY'S STOMACH HEAVED. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock, pulled against his restraints, smelled the sour odor of urine. Heat puddled under his clothes. Christ. He'd wet himself. But it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.

He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But he could reason.

What could he do?

Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor, took in the fire poker only yards away. He fixed his vision on that poker.

"Mrs. J.," Pidge called out to Peggy, shaking a small turquoise box. "This is from Henry. A Peretti necklace. Very nice. What? You have something to say?"

Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.

"You don't really know Dougie, do you?" she said.

"Dougie who?" Pidge laughed

"Don't hurt us-"

"No, no, Mrs. J.," Pidge said, stuffing the sock back into his captive's mouth. "No don'ts. This is our game. Our rules."

The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings, the Hermès tie, and the Jensen salad tongs, Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk, his voice more subdued than before, so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.

"Well? Guilty or not guilty?" Pidge asked.

Hawk's voice was thoughtful. "The J.'s are living well, and if that's the best revenge ..."

"You're kidding me, dude. That's totally bogus."

Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys' safe. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand, then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.

Pidge read it back. "Sic erat in fatis, man. It is fated. Get the kit-cat and let's go."

Hawk bent over, said, "Sorry, dude. Mrs. Dude." He took the sock out of Jablonsky's mouth. "Say good-bye to Peggy."

Henry Jablonsky's mind scrambled. What? What was happening? And then he realized. He could speak! He screamed "Pegg-yyyyy" as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare, then went up in a great exhalation of flame.

VOOOOOOM.

Heat rose and the skin of Henry Jablonsky's cheeks dried like paper. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.

"Don't leave us!"

He saw the flames climbing the curtains, heard his dear love's muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

(Continues...)

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