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"Called to investigate the shocking murder of a local high school's prom queen, detective Peter Decker confronts an expecially exotic subculture: the rootless, affluent, sometimes violent teenagers of Southern California. As the father of a nineteen-year-old daughter, Decker must deal not only with the brutality of the killing but with his own parental terror. When a disturbed young man with a mysterious history is identified as the prime suspect, everyone is relieved - except for Decker, whose professionalism and integrity lead him to startling and controversial conclusions."--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

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Justice Chapter One Pages 7 and 8 of the paper were missing. National news section. Specifically, national crime stories. Decker laid the thin sheets down, his stomach in a tight, wet knot. "Rina, where's the rest of the paper?" Rina continued to scramble eggs. "It's not all there?" "No, it's not all there." "You've checked?" "Yes, I've checked." "Maybe Ginger got to it," Rina said casually. "You know how the dog loves newsprint. I think she uses it for a breath freshener -- " "Rina -- " "Peter, could you please distract Hannah from the dishwasher and get her seated so I can feed her? And take the plums out of the utensil basket while you're at it." Decker stared at his wife, got up, and lifted his pajama-clad two-year-old daughter. She was holding a plum in each hand. "You want a plummer, Daddy?" "Yes, Hannah Rosie, I'd love a plum." "You take a bite?" She stuffed the fruit in her father's mouth. As requested, Decker took a bite. Juice spewed out of the overripe plum, wetting his pumpkin-colored mustache, rills of purple running down his chin. He seated his daughter in her booster and wiped his mouth. "You want a bite, Daddy?" "No thanks, Hannah -- " "You want a bite, Daddy?" Hannah said, forcefully. "No -- " "You want a bite, Daddy?" Hannah was almost in tears. "Take another bite, Peter," Rina said. "Eat the whole Plum." Decker took the plum and consumed it. Hanna offered him the second plum. "Honey, if I eat any more plums, I'll be living in the bathroom." Rina laughed. "I'll take the plum, Hannah." "No!" the baby cried out. Her face was flushed with emotion. " Daddy take the plummer." Decker took the second piece of fruit. "Why do you keep buying plums?" "Because she keeps asking for them." "That doesn't mean you have to buy them." "As if you can resist her requests? I noticed the other day she was playing with your gold cuff links -- " "She likes shiny things," Decker interrupted. "I like how you skillfully changed the subject, darlin'. What happened to the newspaper?" Rina set a dish of eggs in front of Hannah and poured her orange juice. She shrugged helplessly. "What can I tell you?" Decker felt nauseated. "Bastard struck again." Rina nodded. Decker said nothing. But Rina could see his jaw working overtime. She said, "Cindy called this morning. She asked me to hide it from you. I shouldn't have done it. But she sounded so desperate for an ally. She couldn't handle you and her mother's hysteria at the same time. Besides, there's nothing anyone can do -- " "What do you mean, 'There's nothing anyone can do'?" Decker snapped. " I can do something. I can bring her back home out of that hellhole." "LA's not a haven from crime -- " "It's better than New York." "Not all of New York is like the area around Columbia, Peter." "Well, that's just fine and dandy except Cindy happens to go to Columbia." Decker got up from the dining-room table and walked into the kitchen, staring out the back window at his acre's worth of ranchland. The riding corral was now a foot-deep mud pit; the stables had been battered from the recent storms. Behind his property line stood the foothills bleeding silt. His house was fine so far, the gunk at least five hundred yards away. But who knew? He had plenty of garbage to deal with here. He didn't need problems three thousand miles away. "Did you talk to her at all?" Decker asked. "For a few minutes," Rina answered. "How's she doing?" Rina glanced at Hannah. "You want a video, muffin?" The little girl nodded, licking egg-coated fingers. "Mickey Mouse." "You've got it." Rina slipped the tape into the VCR, then walked into the kitchen. To her husband, she whispered, "How's she doing? She's shaken up, of course." "Goddamn police ! This is the third one and they don't seem one ounce closer to finding this maniac. What the hell are they doing ?" "That's an odd thing for you to say." "I know incompetence when I see it." "So what do you propose to do, Peter? Go out to New York and handle the investigation yourself?" "I've seriously thought about it. I was in sex crimes for over a decade -- " "Peter -- " "Maybe I'll call the principal investigator -- " "You don't have enough work at home?" "It's been a slow month." " Baruch Hashem, " Rina said, blessing God. " Baruch Hashem, " Decker repeated. "Besides, this is my daughter we're talking about. I want to make sure everything possible is being done." "I'm sure they're working overtime. Just like you'd be doing." "Right. Overtime on doughnuts." Decker grimaced. "I know I'm not being fair. Frankly, I don't care." Rina sighed. "Peter, why don't you go visit Cindy? I'm sure she'd be thrilled to see her six-foot-four detective father. She and all the other girls in the dorm. But go out as a protective father , not as a cop." Decker drew his hand across his face. "Son of a bitch! Preying on young girls like that. God, I swear, Rina, if I come face-to-face with that sucker, I'm gonna shoot off his you-know-whats." He looked at his wife. "Was the latest one hurt? Of course she was hurt. I mean, was she beaten or anything?" "No. Same MO." The MO. Bastard sneaked up on the girls, brought them down from behind, placed a large paper bag over their heads, and raped them from the back. The victims had described the violation as strong and painful but mercifully fast. Before they could utter boo, the monster had been upon them. Justice . Copyright © by Faye Kellerman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Justice by Faye Kellerman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Terry, a bright but troubled teenager, is hired as a tutor by Chris Whitman, a handsome, wealthy, and popular boy in her school. When Chris's date is brutally murdered on prom night, he confesses to the murder. Terry successfully pleads with investigator Peter Decker to reopen the case because neither believes that Chris is guilty. Mitchell Greenberg reads well and captures the characters' various voices and emotions, employing a pace that maintains the excitement. VERDICT Although the print version debuted in 1995, this is recommended for Kellerman fans and mystery/thriller lovers.-Ilka Gordon, Aaron Garber Lib., Cleveland (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Continuing her series featuring LAPD homicide detective Peter Decker and his wife, Rina, Kellerman's latest concerns the prom-night murder of a high-school girl. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Booklist Review

Kellerman's latest Pete Decker/Rina Lazarus novel will join its predecessors at or near the top of most best-seller lists. The story begins with a teen prom queen who has been found dead in a fleabag motel, apparently strangled after a night of drink, drugs, and kinky sex. Handsome, clean-cut Chris Whitman has confessed to the killing, but LAPD detective Decker is uncomfortable with the easy resolution of the case and the way things just don't add up. Chris, the son of Mob boss Joe Donatti, is way too cool, too smooth, and too sure of himself. Evidence taken from the dead prom queen's body shows she had sex with at least one other person besides Whitman on the night she died. And sweet, innocent Teresa McLaughlin is in love with Whitman, but there's more to the romance than the usual teen hormonal attraction. So, despite his superiors' objections, Pete digs into the case more deeply and finds, to his horror, what really happened. Although the plot occasionally veers off into improbability, Kellerman keeps the suspense turned to high from beginning to end, and readers will find themselves thoroughly engaged and, as usual with Kellerman's books, well entertained. (Reviewed August 1995)0688046134Emily Melton

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Faye Kellerman was born in St. Louis, Missouri on July 31, 1952. She received a B.A. in mathematics and a doctorate in dentistry from UCLA. Instead of becoming a dentist, she decided to become a writer after being inspired by the success of her husband, Jonathan Kellerman.

Her first novel, The Ritual Bath, won the 1987 Macavity Award for Best First Mystery. It also became the first book in the Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus Novel series, which consists of over 20 volumes. Her other books include Moon Music, The Quality of Mercy, Prism written with Aliza Kellerman, and Double Homicide and Capital Crimes written with Jonathan Kellerman. She received a lifetime achievement award from Strand Magazine on July 10, 2013. She made the New York Times Best Seller List in 2017 with her title Bone Box.

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