The Barnes & Noble Review
Dr. Alex Delaware and LAPD detective Milo Sturgis are faced with a disturbingly intimate mystery revolving around a woman's cryptic deathbed confession in another Jonathan Kellerman psychological thriller featuring the brilliant SoCal psychologist and his police consultant partner (Gone, Rage, Therapy, et al.).
The tragic death of veteran emergency room nurse Patty Bigelow, who passed away at the age of 54 from pancreatic cancer, brings with it unsettling questions. Hours before her death, Bigelow informed her adopted 18-year old daughter Tanya -- a former patient of Delaware's -- about a "terrible thing" she did years earlier: murder. In an effort to give the troubled young woman closure, Delaware and Sturgis (whose partner, Dr. Rick Silverman, worked closely with Tanya's mother) vow to unravel the mysterious admission. But their investigation leads them headlong into a sinister L.A. subculture populated by thieves, thugs, drug dealers, porn stars, and an unlikely psychopath who makes Hannibal Lecter look like a Boy Scout…
An acclaimed clinical psychologist in his own right (Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children, Helping the Fearful Child, et al.), Kellerman draws on his professional expertise in crafting his novels of psychological suspense. And nowhere is the author's understanding of the intricacies of the human mind more evident than in Obsession, a deft thriller that explores a plethora of illnesses, including obsessive-compulsive disorder, sociopathy, and the Oedipus complex. Readers will not only be shocked when Bigelow's deep, dark secret is eventually revealed, they'll be absolutely blown away by the ingenious twist at the novel's conclusion. Classic Kellerman. Paul Goat Allen
Obsession (Alex Delaware Series #21)
Narrated by John Rubinstein
Jonathan KellermanAbridged — 6 hours, 28 minutes
Obsession (Alex Delaware Series #21)
Narrated by John Rubinstein
Jonathan KellermanAbridged — 6 hours, 28 minutes
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Overview
#1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman is the unequivocal "master of the psychological thriller" (People).
Tanya Bigelow was a solemn little girl when Dr. Alex Delaware successfully treated her obsessive-compulsive symptoms. Now, at nineteen, Patty Bigelow, Tanya's aunt and adoptive mother, has made a deathbed confession of murder and urged the young woman to seek Delaware's help.
Armed with only the vaguest details, Delaware follows a trail twisting from L.A.'s sleaziest low-rent districts to its overblown mansions, retracing Patty and Tanya's nomadic and increasingly puzzling life. Then a very real murder tears open a terrifying tunnel into the past, where secrets-and bodies-are buried.
Dramatic, action-packed, and filled with the psychological detail that only Jonathan Kellerman can provide, Obsession is a whodunit, a whydunit-and something unique: a did-it-even-happen? This is Kellerman at his heart-racing best.
Editorial Reviews
The 21st Alex Delaware novel (after 2006's Gone) from bestseller Kellerman contains fewer twists than usual for this contemporary thriller series. Once again, Delaware, an accomplished psychologist, teams with his friend Milo Sturgis, an LAPD detective, to probe a mystery, though this time there's considerable doubt as to the nature of the puzzle. Teenager Tanya Bigelow, whom Delaware treated as a child for obsessive-compulsive disorder, consults him because her aunt Patty, who raised her, conveyed a cryptic message just before she died, apparently confessing to a crime. Shortly after Delaware and Sturgis start investigating, one of Patty's former neighbors turns up dead, the first in a series of corpses that appear, possibly as a result of the duo's turning over old rocks. Since the identity of the killer is revealed relatively early on, the final sections are short on suspense. (Mar. 27)
Copyright 2007 Reed Business InformationWhen the aunt who's raised bright, ambitious teenager Tanya hints on her deathbed that she committed murder, Tanya turns to psychologist Alex Delaware and LAPD detective Milo Sturgis for help. Look for the interactive online game. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Jonathan Kellerman’s novels are an obsession; once started it is hard to quit.”—Orlando Sentinel
“The characters are rich, the story’s well-plotted and you won’t stop reading.”—Boston Herald
“Filled with Kellerman’s psychological insight and action-packed drama.”—Toronto Sun
Praise for the novels of Jonathan Kellerman
Gone
“The denouement accelerates to breathtaking, heart-pounding speed.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“Sharply written and well-paced.”—Entertainment Weekly
Rage
“[Kellerman is] a master of the grab-the-reader contest . . . The chills start within the first two pages.”—Saint Paul Pioneer Press
“[An] adrenaline-fueled read.”—People
Twisted
“A perfect whodunit–a tale told with gusto . . . a thrilling, engrossing pace from the first page to the last.”—Orlando Sentinel
“Delivers full measures of suspense, humor, and sleuthing.”—Los Angeles Times
Tanya Bigelow, former patient of child psychologist Dr. Alex Delaware, reappears years later, telling of her mother’s disturbing deathbed confession of a “terrible thing” she had done more than a decade earlier. Hoping to put Tanya’s mind at ease, Detective Milo Sturgis and Delaware begin an investigation into this cold case. John Rubinstein’s performance creates multidimensional personalities, real people with subtle, very human motives and foibles. Rubinstein immediately engages listeners, providing Milo with lots of hard- boiled attitude in a big softie, and Alex with more caring than an objective psychologist ought to have. Kellerman’s attention to detail, the fascinating characters—including Alex’s new blond French bulldog—a convoluted mystery, and Rubinstein’s terrific reading make this a must for fans of the Delaware series. S.J.H. © AudioFile 2007, Portland, Maine
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940172132148 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Penguin Random House |
| Publication date: | 03/27/2007 |
| Series: | Alex Delaware Series |
| Edition description: | Abridged |
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CHAPTER 1
Patty Bigelow hated surprises and did her best to avoid them. God had other ideas.
Patty’s concept of a supreme being wavered between Ho-Ho-Ho Santa and a Fire-Eyed Odin thrusting thunderbolts.
Either way, a white-bearded guy bunking down in the clouds. Depending on his mood, dispensing goodies or playing marbles with the planets.
If pressed, Patty would’ve called herself an agnostic. But when life went haywire why not be like everyone else and blame A Greater Power?
The night Lydia surprised her, Patty had been home for a couple of hours, trying to wind down after a tough day in the E.R. Mellowing out with a beer, then another, and when that didn’t work, giving in to The Urge.
First, she straightened the apartment, doing stuff that didn’t need doing. She ended up using a toothbrush on the kitchen counter grout, cleaned the toothbrush with a wire brush that she washed under hot water and picked clean. Still tense, she saved the best for last: arranging her shoes—wiping each loafer, sneaker, and sandal clean with a chamois, sorting and re-sorting by color, making sure everything pointed outward at precisely the same angle.
Time for blouses and sweaters . . . the doorbell rang.
One twenty a.m. in Hollywood, who the heck would be drop- ping in?
Patty got irritated, then nervous. Should’ve bought that gun. She took a carving knife to the door, made sure to use the peephole.
Saw black sky, no one out there . . . oh, yes there was.
When she realized what Lydia had done, she stood there, too stunned to blame anyone.
Lydia Bigelow Nardulli Soames Biefenbach was Patty’s baby sister but she’d crammed a lot more living into her thirty-five years than Patty wanted to think about.
Dropout years, groupie years, barmaid years, sitting-on-back-of-the-Harley years. Vegas, Miami, San Antonio, Fresno, Mexico, New Mexico, Wyoming, Montana. No time for postcards or sisterly calls, the only time Patty heard from Liddie had to do with money.
Lydia was quick to point out that the arrests were chickenshit, nothing that ever stuck. Responding to Patty’s silence when she collect-called from some backcountry lockup and wheedled bail money.
She always paid the money back, Patty granted her that. Always the same schedule: six months later, to the day.
Liddie could be efficient when she wanted to, but not when it came to men. Before, in between, and after the three stupid marriages flowed an endless parade of pierced, inked, dirty-fingernailed, vacant-eyed losers who Liddie insisted on calling her “honeys.”
All that fooling around, but miraculously only one kid.
Three years ago, Lydia taking twenty-three hours to push the baby out, alone in some osteopathic hospital outside of Missoula. Tanya Marie, five pounds, six ounces. Liddie sent Patty a newborn picture and Patty sent money. Most newborns were red and monkeylike but this kid looked pretty cute. Two years later, Lydia and Tanya showed up at Patty’s door, dropping in on the way to Alaska.
No talk about why Juneau, were they meeting anyone, was Liddie clean. No hints about who the father was. Patty wondered if Lydia even knew.
Patty was no kid person and her neck got tight when she saw the toddler holding Liddie’s hand. Expecting some wild little brat, given the circumstances. Her niece turned out to be sweet and quiet, kind of pretty with wispy white-blond hair, searching green eyes that would’ve fit a middle-aged woman, and restless hands.
“Drop-in” stretched to a ten-day stay. Patty ended up deciding Tanya was real cute, not much of a pain, if you didn’t count the stink of dirty diapers.
Just as suddenly as she’d shown up, Liddie announced they were leaving.
Patty was relieved but also disappointed. “You did okay, Lid, she’s a real little lady.” Standing in her front door, watching as Lydia dragged the kid out with one hand, toted a battered suitcase with the other. A Yellow Cab idled at the curb, belching smog. Noise rose from down on the boulevard. Across the street a bum slouched past.
Lydia flipped her hair and grinned. Her once-gorgeous smile was insulted by two seriously chipped front teeth.
“A lady? Meaning not like me, Pats?”
“Oh, stop, take it for what it was,” said Patty.
“Hey,” said Lydia, “I’m a slut and proud of it.” Shaking her chest and wiggling her butt. Laughing loud enough for the cabbie to turn his head.
Tanya was two but she must’ve known Mommy was being inappropriate because she winced. Patty was sure of it.
Patty wanted to protect her. “All I meant to say was she’s great, you can bring her anytime.” Smiling at Tanya but the kid was looking at the sidewalk.
Liddie laughed. “Even with all those shitty diapers?”
Now the kid stared off into the distance. Patty walked over to her and touched the top of her little head. Tanya started to recoil, then froze.
Patty bent a bit and talked softly. “You’re a good girl, a real little lady.”
Tanya laced her hands in front of her and mustered up the most painful little smile Patty had ever seen.
As if some inner voice was coaching her in the fine points of niece-to-aunt etiquette.
Lydia said, “Shitty diapers are okay? Cool, I’ll remember that, Pats, on the off chance we ever roll around here again.”
“What’s in Juneau?”
“Snow.” Lydia laughed and her boobs bounced, barely restrained by a hot-pink halter top. She had tattoos now, too many of them. Her hair looked dry and coarse, her eyes were getting grainy around the edges, and those long dancer’s legs were getting jiggly around the inner thighs. All that and the broken teeth shouted Racing Over the Hill! Patty wondered what would happen when all of Lydia’s looks went south.
“Stay warm,” she said.
“Oh, yeah,” said Lydia. “I got my ways for that.” Taking hold of the little girl’s wrist and pulling her toward the car.
Patty went after them. Bent to get eye-level with the kid as Lydia handed the suitcase off to the cabbie. “Nice to meet you, little Tanya.”
That sounded awkward. What did she know about kids?
Tanya bit her lip, chewed hard.
Now here it was, thirteen months later, a hot night in June, the air stinking of Patty didn’t know what, and the kid was back at her door, tiny as ever, wearing saggy jeans and a frayed white top, her hair curlier, more yellow than white.
Biting and gnawing exactly the same way. Holding a stuffed orca that was coming apart at the seams.
This time, she stared straight up at Patty.
A rumbling red Firebird was parked exactly where the cab had been. One of those souped-up numbers with a spoiler and fat tires and wire dealies clamping down the hood. The hood thumped like a fibrillating heart.
As Patty hurried toward the car the Firebird peeled out, Lydia’s platinum shag barely visible through the tinted glass on the passenger side.
Patty thought her sister had waved, but she was never really sure.
The kid hadn’t moved.
When Patty got back to her, Tanya reached in a pocket and held out a note.
Cheap white paper, red letterhead from the Crazy Eight Motor Hotel, Holcomb, Nevada.
Below that, Lydia’s handwriting, way too pretty for someone with only junior high. Lydia had never put any effort into learning penmanship or anything else during those nine years but things came easy to her.
The kid started to whimper.
Patty took her hand—cold and teeny and soft—and read the note.
Dear Big Sis,
You said she was a lady.
Maybe with you she can really turn out to be one.
Little Sis
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