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Richard Castle - Heat Wave

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A New York real estate tycoon plunges to his death on a Manhattan sidewalk. A trophy wife with a past survives a narrow escape from a brazen attack. Mobsters and moguls with no shortage of reasons to kill trot out their alibis. And then, in the suffocating grip of a record heat wave, comes another shocking murder and a sharp turn in a tense journey into the dirty little secrets of the wealthy. Secrets that prove to be fatal. Secrets that lay hidden in the dark until one NYPD detective shines a light. Mystery sensation Richard Castle, blockbuster author of the wildly best-selling Derrick Storm novels, introduces his newest character, NYPD Homicide Detective Nikki Heat. Tough, sexy, professional, Nikki Heat carries a passion for justice as she leads one of New York Citys top homicide squads. Shes hit with an unexpected challenge when the commissioner assigns superstar magazine journalist Jameson Rook to ride along with her to research an article on New Yorks Finest. Pulitzer Prize-winning Rook is as much a handful as he is handsome. His wise-cracking and meddling arent her only problems. As she works to unravel the secrets of the murdered real estate tycoon, she must also confront the spark between them. The one called heat. About the Author Richard Castle is the author of numerous bestsellers, including the critically acclaimed Derrick Storm series. His first novel, , published while he was still in college, received the Nom DePlume Societys prestigious Tom Straw Award for Mystery Literature. Castle currently lives in Manhattan with his daughter and mother, both of whom infuse his life with humor and inspiration.

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Heat Wave

Richard Castle

To the extraordinary KB and all my friends at the 12th

ONE

It was always the same for her when she arrived to meet the body. After she unbuckled her seat belt, after she pulled a stick pen from the rubber band on the sun visor, after her long fingers brushed her hip to feel the comfort of her service piece, what she always did was pause. Not long. Just the length of a slow deep breath. Thats all it took for her to remember the one thing she will never forget. Another body waited. She drew the breath. And when she could feel the raw edges of the hole that had been blown in her life, Detective Nikki Heat was ready. She opened the car door and went to work.

The wallop of one hundred degrees almost shoved her back in the car. New York was a furnace, and the soft pavement on West 77th gave under her feet like she was walking on wet sand. Heat could have made it easier on herself by parking closer, but this was another of her rituals: the walk up. Every crime scene was a flavor of chaos, and these two hundred feet afforded the detective her only chance to fill the clean slate with her own impressions. Thanks to the afternoon swelter, the sidewalk was nearly empty. The neighborhood lunch rush was over, and tourists were either across the street cooling in the American Museum of Natural History or seeking refuge in Starbucks over iced drinks ending in vowels. Her disdain for the coffee drinkers dissolved into a mental note to get one herself on the way back to the precinct. Ahead she clocked a doorman at the apartment building just her side of the barrier tape that encircled the sidewalk caf. His hat was off and he was sitting on the worn marble steps with his head between his knees. She looked up at the hunter green canopy as she passed him and read the building name: The Guilford.

Did she know the uniform flashing her the smile? She rapid-fired a slideshow of faces but stopped when she realized he was just checking her out. Detective Heat smiled back and parted her linen blazer to give him something else to fantasize about. His face rearranged itself when he saw the shield on her waistband. The young cop lifted the yellow tape for her to duck under, and when she came up she caught him giving her a sex-ray again, so she couldnt resist. Make you a deal, she said. Ill watch my ass, you watch the crowd.

Detective Nikki Heat entered her crime scene past the vacant hostess podium of the sidewalk caf. All the tables at La Chaleur Belle were empty except one where Detective Raley of her squad sat with a distraught family with sunburned faces struggling to translate German into a statement. Their uneaten lunch swarmed with flies. Sparrows, avid outdoor diners themselves, perched on seat backs and made bold dives for pommes frites. At the service door Detective Ochoa looked up from his notebook and quick-nodded her while he questioned a busboy in a white apron flecked with blood. The rest of the serving staff was inside at the bar having a drink after what they had witnessed. Heat looked over to where the medical examiner knelt and couldnt blame them one bit.

Male unknown, no wallet, no identification, preliminary age range sixty to sixty-five. Severe blunt force trauma to head, neck, and chest. Lauren Parrys gloved hand peeled back the sheet for her friend Nikki to have a look at the corpse on the sidewalk. The detective glanced and quickly looked away. No face, so well comb the area for any dental; otherwise not much to ID from after that impact. Is this where he landed?

There. The M.E. indicated the caf busing station a few feet away. It had caved in from the top so hard it was split in half. The violent splash of ice and blood had already baked into the sidewalk in the minutes since the fall. As Heat stepped over there, she noted that the caf umbrellas and the stone walls of the building also wore dried blood, ice spatter, and bits of tissue. She got as close to the wreckage as she dared without contaminating the scene and looked straight up.

Its raining men.

Nikki Heat didnt even turn. She just sighed his name. Rook.

Hallelujah. He held onto his smile until she finally looked at him, shaking her head. What? Its OK, I dont think he can hear me.

She wondered what sort of karma payback it was for her to be saddled with this guy. It wasnt the first time that month she had wondered it, either. The job was hard enough if you were doing it right. Add a reporter with a mouth playing make-believe cop and your day just got a little longer. She backed up to the long flower boxes that defined the perimeter of the outdoor caf and looked up again. Rook moved with her. I would have been here sooner except somebody didnt call me. If I hadnt phoned Ochoa, I would have missed this.

Its just tragedy upon tragedy, isnt it?

You wound me with your sarcasm. Look, I cant research my article on New Yorks finest without access, and my deal with the commissioner specifically states

Trust me, I know your deal. Ive been living day and night. You get to observe on all my homicides just like real-life detectives who work for a living.

So you forgot. I accept your apology.

I didnt forget, and I didnt hear any apology. At least not from me.

I kind of inferred it. You radiate subtext.

Someday youre going to tell me what favor you did for the mayor to get this ride-along pushed through.

Sorry, Detective Heat, Im a reporter and thats strictly off the record.

Did you kill a story that made him look bad?

Yes. God, you make me feel cheap. But youll get nothing more.

Detective Ochoa wrapped his busboy interview and Heat beckoned him over. I passed a doorman for this building who looked like he was having a very bad day. Go check him out, see if he knows our Doe.

When she turned back, Rook had curled his hands to form skin binoculars and was sighting up the building overlooking the caf. I call the balcony on six.

When you write your magazine article, you can make it any floor you like, Mr. Rook. Isnt that what you reporters do, speculate? Before he could reply, she held her forefinger to his lips. But were not celebrity journalists here. Were just the police, and darn it, we have these pesky things called facts to dig up and events to verify. And while I try to do my job, would it be too much to ask that you maintain a little decorum?

Sure. No problem.

Thank you.

Jameson? Jameson Rook?! Rook and Heat turned to see a young woman behind the police line waving and jumping up and down for his attention. Oh my God, its him, its Jameson Rook! Rook gave her a smile and a wave, which only made his fan more excited. Then she ducked under the yellow tape.

Hey, no, get back! Detective Heat signaled to a pair of uniforms, but the woman in the halter and cutoffs was already inside the line and approaching Rook. This is a crime scene, you have to go.

Can I at least get an autograph?

Heat weighed expediency. The last time she tried to chase off one of his fans, it had involved ten minutes of arguing and an hour writing up an answer to the womans official complaint. Literate fans are the worst. She nodded to the uniforms and they waited.

I saw you on The View yesterday morning. Oh my God, youre even cuter in person. She clawed through her straw bag but kept her eyes on him. After the show I ran out and bought the magazine so I could read your story, see? She pulled out the latest issue of First Press. The cover shot was Rook and Bono at a relief center in Africa. Oh! I have a Sharpie.

Perfect. He took the marker and reached for her magazine.

No, sign this! She took a step closer and tugged aside the cup of her halter.

Rook smiled. I think Im going to need more ink.

The woman exploded with laughter and clutched Nikki Heats arm. See? This is why hes my favorite writer.

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