Vanish: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel
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A blessed event becomes a nightmare for pregnant homicide detective Jane Rizzoli when she finds herself on the wrong side of a hostage crisis in this timely and relentless thriller from the New York Times bestselling author of Body Double.
A nameless, beautiful woman appears to be just another corpse in the morgue. An apparent suicide, she lies on a gurney, awaiting the dissecting scalpel of medical examiner Maura Isles. But when Maura unzips the body bag and looks down at the body, she gets the fright of her life. The corpse opens its eyes.
Very much alive, the woman is rushed to the hospital, where with shockingly cool precision, she murders a security guard and seizes hostages . . . one of them a pregnant patient, Jane Rizzoli.
Who is this violent, desperate soul, and what does she want? As the tense hours tick by, Maura joins forces with Jane’s husband, FBI agent Gabriel Dean, to track down the mysterious killer’s identity. When federal agents suddenly appear on the scene, Maura and Gabriel realize that they are dealing with a case that goes far deeper than just an ordinary hostage crisis.
Only Jane, trapped with the armed madwoman, holds the key to the mystery. And only she can solve it–if she survives the night.
From the Hardcover edition.
case?” “Yes, it did. He was subsequently transferred to our morgue.” “Describe for the court Mr. Dixon’s appearance when you first saw him.” It didn’t escape Maura’s attention that Aguilar referred to the dead man by name. Not as the body or the deceased. It was her way of reminding the court that the victim had an identity. A name and a face and a life. Maura responded likewise. “Mr. Dixon was a well-nourished man, of average height and weight, who arrived at our facility clothed only in
night of October 31, the night that Fabian Dixon murdered a police officer, Wayne Graff and his partner had transformed into angels of vengeance. They’d made the arrest, and Dixon was in their custody when he died. Subject was agitated and violent, as if under the influence of PCP or crack, they wrote in their statement. They described Dixon’s crazed resistance, his superhuman strength. It had taken both officers to wrestle the prisoner into the cruiser. Controlling him required force, but he did
man was not a hospital employee. He walked in with a fake uniform, a fake name tag, armed with bullets designed not just to maim, but to kill. There’s only one good explanation I can come up with.” Maura said, softly: “The woman was meant to die.” For a moment no one spoke. It was the voice of Maura’s secretary that suddenly broke the silence. “Dr. Isles?” she said, over the intercom. “Yes, Louise?” “I’m sorry to bother you, but I thought you and Agent Dean should know . . .” “What is it?”
sympathetic look, and wanders away. “How old are you?” he asks. “I am . . . I am seventeen.” “You look much younger.” He sounds disappointed. “Hey Carl,” Mr. Desmond calls out. “Why don’t you take her for a little stroll?” Already, the other two guests have chosen their companions. One of them is now leading Katya away, down the corridor. “Any stateroom will do,” our host adds. Carl stares at me. Then his hand tightens around my wrist, and he leads me down the corridor. He pulls me into a
together in New Haven, where he killed a cop. Maybe they were lovers, maybe just fellow delusionals, but after an incident like that, they’d want to split up. At least, they would if they were smart, and I don’t think these were dumb people. But they must have had a way to stay in contact. A way to regroup if they needed to. And they chose Boston as the place to meet.” “Why Boston?” His gaze was so direct she could not avoid it. “You’re looking at the reason.” “You?” “I’m not being