More praise for Robert Crais
and L.A. Requiem
A milestone in the career of a very fine writer and a must-read for contemporary hardboiled fans.
The Washington Post
After Chandler we had James M. Cain and after Cain there was Ross MacDonald and currently we have Robert Crais.
Los Angeles Times Book Review
Strong characters and plenty of terse dialogue give this tale of West Coast madness a lot of punch.
Chicago Tribune
The trouble with starting a Robert Crais book is that you just can't put it down until you finish it. Crais is one of the great ones.
Tony Hillerman
Outstanding Readers will learn what drives Pike, how he uses his taciturn demeanor as a shield, and why the toughest thing he ever did involved neither guns nor physical bravery. This is an extraordinary crime novel that should not be pigeonholed by genre. The best books always land outside preset boundaries. A wonderful experience.
Booklist (starred and boxed review)
CRAIS IS A TERRIFIC WRITER .
S UE G RAFTON
As the complicated plot unfolds, there are surprises and setbacks for all the characters, as well as many moving moments as the friendship between Joe and Elvis is put to the ultimate test. And behind it all stands the city of Los Angeles, populated with the best and worst humanity has to offer and served and protected by a police force that also mirrors the best and worst in human nature.
The Denver Post
Robert Crais should be mentioned in the same breath as Robert B. Parker, Tony Hillerman, Sue Grafton, and James Lee Burke.
Houston Chronicle
[A] blockbuster The best in the Elvis Cole/Joe Pike series to date Its plot moves through serial killers, ice-cold revenge, doppelgangers, lingering effects of childhood violence, sexism on the force, fatal attractions, and lethal media feeding frenzies. You just can't take your eyes away. And Crais can still turn a phrase with the best of them.
New Orleans Times-Picayune
Streamlined plotting, smiling charm, slick action A taut, suspenseful case that opens up scars that easygoing Elvis never looked into before.
Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
A SINISTER AND SUSPENSEFUL
THRILLER .
Bookpage
A hip, tightly crafted novel full of consistently drawn characters and more than a handful of surprises. There's nothing predictable here. The story is complex and realistic. Crais is a pro, never missing a detail, never crossing himself up with clues, never offering more than he needs to keep the reader mesmerized.
The Denver Gazette
Truly outstanding Powerful It is an astonishing story, full of twists and turns, which holds one riveted right to the end. A major breakthrough novel for this talented writer.
Publishing News
[A] page-turner Since James Ellroy stopped writing about Los Angeles crime, Crais has emerged as one of the most authentic Southern California noir mystery authors. He knows the territory, and, in Elvis Cole, has created an appealing private eye.
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Recommended Elvis Cole fans will love this latest page-turner featuring the fast-talking private eye and his taciturn tattooed partner.
Library Journal
By Robert Crais:
THE MONKEY'S RAINCOAT
STALKING THE ANGEL
LULLABY TOWN
FREE FALL
VOODOO RIVER
SUNSET EXPRESS
INDIGO SLAM
L.A. REQUIEM
DEMOLITION ANGEL
HOSTAGE
THE LAST DETECTIVE
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For Ed Waters and Sid Ellis,
who taught more than words.
And dat's da' name o' dat tune.
Acknowledgments
Many people contributed to the writing of this novel, and to its moment of publication. They include: Detective-Three John Petievich, LAPD (Fugitive Section); Detective-Three Paul Bishop, LAPD (West Los Angeles Sex Crimes); Bruce Kelton JD, CFE (Director, Forensic Investigative Services, Deloitte & Touche); Patricia Crais; Lauren Crais; Carol Topping (for nights out with the girls); Wayne Topping (for putting up with it); William Gleason, Ph.D.; Andrea Malcolm; Jeffrey Gleason; April Smith; Robert Miller; Brian DeFiore; Lisa Kitei; Samantha Miller; Kim Dower; Gerald Petievich; Judy Chavez (for the language lessons); Dr. Halina Alter (for keeping me in the game); Steve Volpe; and Norman Kurland.
Special contributions were made by the following, without whom this book would not exist in its present form: Aaron Priest, Steve Rubin, Linda Grey, Shawn Coyne, and George Lucas. Thank you.
Help, encouragement, and inspiration were given by many who requested anonymity. These secret creatures include TC, MG, TD, LC, and Cookie. Good to go on night patrol whenever, wherever.
This book is not solely mine; it also belongs to Leslie Wells.
Do you know what love is?
(I would bleed out for you.)
Tattooed Beach Sluts
I've got the whole town under my thumb and all I've gotta do is keep acting dumb.
We say goodbye so very politely
Now say hello to the killer inside me.
MC 900 Ft. Jesus
Mama, Mama, can't you see
What the Marine Corps has done to me?
Made me lean and made me strong
Made me where I can do no wrong.
USMC marching cadence
The Islander Palms Motel
Uniformed LAPD Officer Joe Pike could hear the banda music even with the engine idling, the a.c. jacked to meat locker, and the two-way crackling callout codes to other units.
The covey of Latina street kids clumped outside the arcade giggled at him, whispering things to each other that made them flush. Squat brown men come up through the fence from Zacatecas milled on the sidewalk, shielding their eyes from the sun as veteranos told them about Sawtelle over on the Westside where they could find day labor jobs, thirty dollars cash, no papers required. Here in Rampart Division south of Sunset, Guatemalans and Nicaraguans simmered with Salvadorans and Mexican nationals in a sidewalk machaca that left the air flavored with epizot, even here within the sour cage of the radio car.
Pike watched the street kids part like water when his partner hurried out of the arcade. Abel Wozniak was a thick man with a square head and cloudy, slate eyes. Wozniak was twenty years older than Pike and had been on the street twenty years longer. Once the best cop that Pike had then met, Wozniak's eyes were now strained. They'd been riding together for two years, and the eyes hadn't always been that way. Pike regretted that, but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Especially now when they were looking for Ramona Ann Escobar.
Wozniak lurched in behind the wheel, adjusting his gun for the seat, anxious to roll even with the tension between them as thick as clotted blood. His informant had come through.
DeVille's staying at the Islander Palms Motel.
Does DeVille have the girl?
My guy eyeballed a little girl, but he can't say if she's still with him.