Robert B. Parker's Fool's Paradise
(Sprache: Englisch)
When an unknown man is found murdered in Paradise, Jesse Stone will have his hands full finding out who he was--and what he was seeking.
When a body is discovered at the lake in Paradise, Police Chief Jesse Stone is surprised to find he recognizes...
When a body is discovered at the lake in Paradise, Police Chief Jesse Stone is surprised to find he recognizes...
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When an unknown man is found murdered in Paradise, Jesse Stone will have his hands full finding out who he was--and what he was seeking.When a body is discovered at the lake in Paradise, Police Chief Jesse Stone is surprised to find he recognizes the murder victim--the man had been at the same AA meeting as Jesse the evening before. But otherwise, Jesse has no clue as to the man's identity. He isn't a local, nor does he have ID on him, nor does any neighboring state have a reported missing person matching his description. Their single lead is from a taxi company that recalls dropping off the mysterious stranger outside the gate at the mansion of one of the wealthiest families in town. . . .
Meanwhile, after Jesse survives a hail of gunfire on his home, he wonders if it could be related to the murder. When both Molly Crane and Suitcase Simpson also become targets, it's clear someone has an ax to grind against the entire Paradise PD.
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OneJesse Stone opened his eyes even before the alarm on his phone started to chirp, 5:58 a.m. Sunday, Fourth of July weekend, cold sober. Stone cold. Private joke. His drinking never was. Jesse had never been a happy drunk, or a funny one. Just a drunk.
Once he would still have been drunk at this time of the morning, trying to decide whether he was waking up or coming to, and likely scared shitless about what he might have done the night before.
Good times.
Now he set the alarm for six, seven days a week.
Last night had been another early one for him, after the relighting of the marquee above the entrance to the Paradise Cinema. The theater had burned to the ground the year before. But somehow that day the volunteers from the Paradise Fire Department had managed to save the marquee. In the immediate aftermath of the fire, a not-for-profit committee had been formed by Lily Cain, part of the town's royal and ruling class. It was called Friends of Paradise. No better friend than Lily, who, being Lily, had quickly raised enough money to invade New Hampshire. The Paradise Cinema had been rebuilt in less than a year and had officially reopened last night.
Jesse had looked around the crowd during the ceremony and seen all these happy faces lining Main Street. So many more faces of color than there had been in Paradise when he'd first arrived here. The town wasn't just more diverse than it had been twenty years ago. He knew it was better because of the diversity, livelier and more welcoming. Even though he knew people of color still scared the money in town, and there was still a boatload of that.
But for this one night, they all stood shoulder to shoulder on Main Street, cheering the reopening of a theater that always looked to Jesse as if it had been a fixture in Paradise almost as long as the ocean. It always amazed Jesse how little it
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took to make other people happy.
Molly Crane, his deputy and friend, had seen him staring into the crowd before Lily Cain threw the switch to light the marquee.
"Looking for potential perps?" she said.
"Nope," he said. "Just trying to figure out why something like this could make this many people feel this good."
"Maybe because these people don't think feeling good is against the law in Paradise, Massachusetts," she said.
"I'm the chief," Jesse said. "I should know shit like that."
"Not about being happy," Molly said.
"I think of myself as a work in progress," he said.
She'd sighed and said, "So much work."
Fireworks had lit the sky as soon as the ceremony ended. Most of Paradise had gone out to party after that, in bars, all the way to the beach. Jesse had gone home to bed. Alone. But sober.
Sober, he knew, was why he was still the chief of police. Alone was because he'd arrived at the decision, at least for the time being, that he was about as good at romantic relationships as he had been with scotch.
Molly Crane had always said he was the alonest man she'd ever known.
His phone started chirping again. Incoming call this time.
The display said Suit.
"Got a body at the lake," Suitcase Simpson said.
Jesse had made Suit a detective at the same time he'd officially made Molly his deputy, and had gotten both of them raises, despite the objections of the cheapskates on the Board of Selectmen. When Jesse had first met Luther Simpson, nicknamed Suitcase after an old-time ballplayer, he'd been a former high school football player, a local who'd just drifted into police work, after he'd taken the test, passed it. Molly had been working the desk and acting as a dispatcher. Now Suit had grown into being a terrific cop, even if Jesse still looked at him and saw the big, open-faced kid he'd met originally. Molly had grown into
Molly Crane, his deputy and friend, had seen him staring into the crowd before Lily Cain threw the switch to light the marquee.
"Looking for potential perps?" she said.
"Nope," he said. "Just trying to figure out why something like this could make this many people feel this good."
"Maybe because these people don't think feeling good is against the law in Paradise, Massachusetts," she said.
"I'm the chief," Jesse said. "I should know shit like that."
"Not about being happy," Molly said.
"I think of myself as a work in progress," he said.
She'd sighed and said, "So much work."
Fireworks had lit the sky as soon as the ceremony ended. Most of Paradise had gone out to party after that, in bars, all the way to the beach. Jesse had gone home to bed. Alone. But sober.
Sober, he knew, was why he was still the chief of police. Alone was because he'd arrived at the decision, at least for the time being, that he was about as good at romantic relationships as he had been with scotch.
Molly Crane had always said he was the alonest man she'd ever known.
His phone started chirping again. Incoming call this time.
The display said Suit.
"Got a body at the lake," Suitcase Simpson said.
Jesse had made Suit a detective at the same time he'd officially made Molly his deputy, and had gotten both of them raises, despite the objections of the cheapskates on the Board of Selectmen. When Jesse had first met Luther Simpson, nicknamed Suitcase after an old-time ballplayer, he'd been a former high school football player, a local who'd just drifted into police work, after he'd taken the test, passed it. Molly had been working the desk and acting as a dispatcher. Now Suit had grown into being a terrific cop, even if Jesse still looked at him and saw the big, open-faced kid he'd met originally. Molly had grown into
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Autoren-Porträt von Mike Lupica
Mike Lupica is a prominent sports journalist and the New York Times-bestselling author of more than forty works of fiction and non-fiction. A longtime friend to Robert B. Parker, he was selected by the Parker estate to continue the Sunny Randall and Jesse Stone series.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Mike Lupica
- 2021, 384 Seiten, Masse: 10,6 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0525542108
- ISBN-13: 9780525542100
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"One of the best crime thrillers hitting stores this year . . . and quite possibly the best novel set in one of Parker s universe since the iconic author passed away. --The Real Book Spy
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