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Blacklist: 11 (A V.I. Warshawski Novel)

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Author: Paretsky, Sara

Brand: Penguin Random House

Color: Black

Edition: Reprint

Binding: mass_market

Format: Deckle Edge

Number Of Pages: 480

Release Date: 31-08-2004

Part Number: 9780451209696

Details: Product Description
V. I. Warshawski explores secrets and betrayals that stretch across four generations in this New York Times bestselling novel from one of the most compelling writers in American crime fiction...“A thoughtful, high-tension mystery.”—The Washington Post Book World“A genuinely exciting and disturbing thriller.”—Chicago TribuneAs a favor to her most important client, V. I. agrees to check up on an empty mansion. But instead of a mysterious intruder she discovers a dead man in the ornamental pond—a reporter for an African-American publication whom the suburban cops are quick to dismiss as a suicide.

When the man’s shattered family hires V. I. to investigate, she is sucked into a Gothic tale of sex, money, and power, leading her back to McCarthy-era blacklists and forward to some of the darker aspects of the Patriot Act. As V. I. finds herself penned in to a smaller and smaller space by an array of people trying to silence her, and before she can untangled the sordid truth, two more people will die—and V.I.’s own life will hang in the balance.

Review
Praise for Blacklist

 
“Sara Paretsky’s Chicago private eye, V. I. Warshawski, is one tough cookie...memorable.”—
The New York Times Book Review

“Thoroughly gripping.”—
The Seattle Times
“Timely, entertaining, thought-provoking and hard to put down.”—
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
 
“This is not your everyday detective story.”—
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

“[A] riveting exploration of guilt and fear...top-notch.”—
Publishers Weekly

“A complex, disturbing thriller, one that will linger in readers’ minds.”—Associated PressMore Praise for Sara Paretsky and the V. I. Warshawski series“One of our genre’s crucial, solid-gold, best-ever series. Paretsky is a genius.”—Lee Child“V.I. Warshawski is one of my all-time favorite investigators.”—Lisa Gardner“For me, the most remarkable of the moderns is Sara Paretsky.”—P.D. James“One of the most-loved characters in crime fiction.”—Booklist (starred review)“No one, male or female, writes better P.I. books than Paretsky.”—The Denver Post“Paretsky's books are beautifully paced and plotted, and the dialogue is fresh and smart...V.I. Warshawski is the most engaging woman in detective fiction.”—Newsweek
About the Author
Sara Paretsky is the
New York Times bestselling author of the renowned V.I. Warshawski novels. Her many awards include the Cartier Diamond Dagger Lifetime Achievement Award from the British Crime Writers' Association and the 2011 Mystery Writers of America's Grand Master Award. She lives in Chicago.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The clouds across the face of the moon made it hard for me to find my way. I'd been over the grounds yesterday morning, but in the dark everything is different. I kept stumbling on tree roots and chunks of brick from the crumbling walks.
I was trying not to make any noise, on the chance that someone really was lurking about, but I was more concerned about my safety: I didn't want to sprain an ankle and have to crawl all the way back to the road. At one point I tripped on a loose brick and landed smack on my tailbone. My eyes teared with pain; I sucked in air to keep from crying out. As I rubbed the sore spot, I wondered whether Geraldine Graham had seen me fall. Her eyes weren't that good, but her binoculars held both image stabilizers and night-vision enablers.
Fatigue was making it hard for me to concentrate. It was midnight, usually not late on my clock, but I was sleeping badly these days-I was anxious, and feeling alone.
Right after the Trade Center, I'd been as numbed and fearful as everyone else in America. After a while, when we'd driven the Taliban into hiding and the anthrax looked like the work of some homegrown maniac, most people seemed to wrap themselves in red-white-and-blue and return to normal. I couldn't, though, while Morrell remained in Afghanistan-even though he seemed ecstatic to be sleeping in caves as he tr

EAN: 9780451209696

Package Dimensions: 6.6 x 4.0 x 1.7 inches

Languages: English