John Lutz - In For The Kill
Here you can read online John Lutz - In For The Kill full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2007, genre: Detective and thriller. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:
Romance novel
Science fiction
Adventure
Detective
Science
History
Home and family
Prose
Art
Politics
Computer
Non-fiction
Religion
Business
Children
Humor
Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.
- Book:In For The Kill
- Author:
- Genre:
- Year:2007
- Rating:5 / 5
- Favourites:Add to favourites
- Your mark:
In For The Kill: summary, description and annotation
We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "In For The Kill" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.
John Lutz: author's other books
Who wrote In For The Kill? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.
In For The Kill — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work
Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "In For The Kill" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.
Font size:
Interval:
Bookmark:
"Lutz can deliver a hard-boiled P.I. novel or a bloody thriller with equal ease.... The ingenuity of the plot shows that Lutz is in rare form."
-- The New York Times Book Review on Chill of Night
"Lutz keeps the suspense high and populates his story with a collection of unique characters...an ideal beach read."
-- Publishers Weekly on Chill of Night
"John Lutz knows how to make you shiver."
--Harlan Coben
"John Lutz is one of the masters of the police novel."
--Ridley Pearson
"A major talent."
--John Lescroart
"I've been a fan for years."
--T. Jefferson Parker
"John Lutz just keeps getting better and better."
--Tony Hillerman
"Lutz ranks with such vintage masters of big-city murder as Lawrence Block and the late Ed McBain."
-- St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"Lutz is among the best."
--San Diego Union
"Some writers just have a flair for imaginative suspense, and we all should be glad that John Lutz is one of them. The Night Spider features elegant writing enveloping exotic murder and solid police work.... A truly superb example of the 'new breed' of mystery thrillers."
--Jeremiah Healy
"Lutz juggles multiple storylines with such mastery that it's easy to see how he won so many mystery awards. Darker Than Night is a can't-put-it-down thriller, beautifully paced and executed, with enough twists and turns to keep it from ever getting too predictable."
--reviewingtheevidence.com
"Readers will believe that they just stepped off a tilt-a-whirl after reading this action-packed police procedural...John Lutz places Serpico in a serial killer venue with his blue knights still after him."
-- The Midwest Book Review on Darker Than Night
"John Lutz knows how to ratchet up the terror.... [He]propels the story with effective twists and a fast pace."
-- Sun-Sentinel (Ft. Lauderdale) on The Night Spider
"Compelling...a gritty psychological thriller...Lutz's details concerning police procedure, firefighting techniques, and FDNY policy ring true, and his clever use of flashbacks draws the reader deep into the killer's troubled psyche."
-- Publishers Weekly on The Night Watcher
"John Lutz is the new Lawrence Sanders. The Night Watcher is a very smooth and civilized novel about a very uncivilized snuff artist, told with passion, wit, carnality, and relentless vigor. I loved it."
--Ed Gorman in Mystery Scene
"A gripping thriller...extremely taut scenes, great descriptions, nicely depicted supporting players...Lutz is good with characterization."
--reviewingtheevidence.com on The Night Watcher
"For a good scare and a well-paced story, Lutz delivers."
-- San Antonio Express News
"Lutz knows how to seize and hold the reader's imagination."
-- Cleveland Plain Dealer
" SWF Seeks Same is a complex, riveting, and chilling portrayal of urban terror, as well as a wonderful novel of New York City. Echoes of Rosemary's Baby, but this one's scarier because it could happen."
--Jonathan Kellerman
"A psychological thriller that few readers will be able to put down."
-- Publishers Weekly on SWF Seeks Same
"Lutz is a fine craftsman."
-- Booklist on The Ex
"Tense and relentless."
-- Publishers Weekly on The Torch
"The author has the ability to capture his readers with fear, and has compiled a myriad of frightful chapters that captures and holds until the final sentence."
--New Orleans Times-Picayune on Bonegrinder
"Likable protagonists in a complex thriller."
-- Booklist on Final Seconds
"Lutz is rapidly bleeding critics dry of superlatives."
--St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"It's easy to see why he's won an Edgar and two Shamuses."
-- Publishers Weekly
Chill of Night
Fear the Night
Darker Than Night
The Night Spider
The Night Watcher
The Night Caller
Final Seconds (with David August)
The Ex
Available from Kensington Publishing Corp. and
Pinnacle Books
www.kensingtonbooks.com
At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother, weeping,
Where he hung, the dying Lord.
--Anonymous
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
--Coleridge, The Three Graves
If I were hung on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine.
--Kipling, Mother O'Mine
Did she suspect?
Have even an inkling?
He wondered about that as he watched the woman stride along the sidewalk, then shift her purse slightly on her hip as she turned and took the three concrete steps leading to the vestibule of her apartment building. She seemed tired this evening, as if something weighed on her, some of the bounce gone from her step.
No surprise there, he thought. Surely there's something in us that lets us know within minutes, at least seconds, when the world is about to end.
Up? Down? Stop? Go?
The elevator couldn't seem to make up its mind.
Janice Queen stood alone in its claustrophobic confines and felt her heart hammer. Not that this vertical indecision was anything new to her. There was only one elevator in her apartment building, and only one way to get to her unit if she didn't want to trudge up six flights of stairs, so it wasn't as if she had much choice. But she'd always had a fear of being confined in close places, elevators in particular. She could never escape the grim knowledge that if there were a serious malfunction--nothing that hadn't happened before to someone-- beneath the thin floor under her feet was a black shaft that would lead to sudden and almost certain death.
At least two times a day, at least five days a week, she rode the elevator up or down the core of the old but recently refurbished apartment building.
Ah! Finally the elevator settled down, having more or less leveled itself at the sixth floor. When the door slid open, it revealed a step up of about four inches, enough to trip over if you didn't notice, and to provide a glimpse into the black abyss. A kind of warning.
Janice was living her life contentedly, going back and forth to her job at the bookshop, going out on the occasional date, or to hang out with friends at Bocco's down the block, or to pick up some takeout at the corner deli. Hers was a life like millions of others in the city.
The elevator could end it in an instant.
Ridiculous, she thought, as she stepped up onto the soft carpeting of the sixth-floor hall, nevertheless feeling uneasy while momentarily astride the abyss.
Her apartment door was only a few feet away from the elevator, which meant she could hear, even late at night, the device's cables strumming soft and somber chords just behind her walls, as well as a muffled thumping and bumping as it adjusted itself at each stop. Which meant she thought about the damned elevator too much, even dreamed about it, and had become reasonably convinced that death by elevator was her destiny.
She unlocked her way into her apartment and went inside. Dim. She flipped the light switch, and there she was in the full-length mirror that she paused in front of to check her appearance each time she came or went.
There was the rumpled, wearier version of the Janice she'd said good-bye to this morning on her way to work, not quite forty, still slim, with generous breasts, passable legs, and shoulder-length brown hair framing a face that was sweet rather than classically beautiful. Too much jaw, she thought. And those damned lines. They were only visible if the light was cruel or you looked closely enough. Fine lines like drool extended down from the corners of her lips. Crow's-feet threatened to appear at the corners of her dark eyes. Intimations of a lonely future. She still attracted men, but of course it was easier to attract than to keep them. Or, sometimes, to get rid of them.
Font size:
Interval:
Bookmark:
Similar books «In For The Kill»
Look at similar books to In For The Kill. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.
Discussion, reviews of the book In For The Kill and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.