Рошелл Майер Крич — новинки

Tuesday, February 17. 11:40 a.m., Corner of Vermont Avenue and Sunset Boulevard. A robber approached the victim from behind and put a knife to her stomach. . . .

Stabbings, even fatal ones, are not uncommon in Los Angeles. But the stabbing death of Aggie Lasher–a vibrant young woman dedicated to helping others and, it seemed, deeply loved by everyone who knew her–was especially tragic. For almost six years she has been obsessed by the mystery of her best friend's murder: If she had been with Aggie, would the killer have chosen another victim? Will the killer ever be caught?

When Molly’s LAPD pal Detective Andy Connors shows her a locket found on the body of a dead man, suddenly the case seems solved. Molly had given that locket to Aggie. Still coiled inside it is the red-thread good-luck charm that Molly had brought back years ago from Rachel’s Tomb in Bethlehem, a thread with the reputed mystical power to protect its wearer.

The presumed murderer–a good-looking aspiring actor named Randy Creeley–was found dead of an overdose in his shabby Hollywood apartment. But Molly has unanswered questions. And though she should be focused on her wedding, only weeks away, she is driven to find out more–about Creeley; about his nervous sister, Trina; about his missing girlfriend, Doreen. About Aggie, who, it turns out, didn’t tell her best friend everything. The more Molly discovers, the more she wonders: Was Aggie’s life snuffed out so an addict could shoot up? Or has Creeley been framed? What if Aggie was deliberately murdered by someone else, someone who is ready to kill again to ensure that his motives stay buried with Aggie and Randy Creeley?
Molly’s search for the truth sends her scurrying for answers in an L.A. tourists seldom see. But closure is elusive, and seeking it can exact a stiff price–sometimes even a life.

Rochelle Krich’s third Molly Blume mystery is irresistible: an inexorably compelling

Sunday, July 13. 1:46 A.M. Near Lookout Mountain and Laurel Canyon. An unidentified woman in her twenties, wearing a nightgown, was the victim of a hit-and-run accident that left her unconscious and seriously injured. There were no witnesses.

So reads the report on the accident off Mulholland Drive in Molly Blume’s Crime Sheet column for a weekly Los Angeles tabloid. Just another small L.A. tragedy, soon forgotten.

But the image of the young woman in her nightgown stumbling along a dark, winding road is one Molly, a freelance true-crime writer, cannot shake. In fact, it draws her to a bedside in intensive care, where the victim whispers to her three names: Robbie, Max, and Nina. It’s not a smoking gun, but is sufficient to reinforce Molly’s gut instinct that there are sinister circumstances behind the assault on Lenore Saunders.

With fearless conviction, Molly asks questions that nobody—including Lenore’s mom, her ex-husband, her shrink, or even Molly’s L.A.P.D. buddy, Detective Connors—wants to answer. Nevertheless, the astute Molly discovers Lenore lived a fractured life, so different from Molly’s own secure and loving Orthodox Jewish background. And as a chilling picture of the unfortunate woman begins to take shape, the menace of murders past and present stirs and quickens.

In her first Molly Blume novel, award-winning novelist Rochelle Krich tells a story in the tradition of the great L.A. mysteries of the past—and introduces an investigator who is pure gold. Twentysomething divorcee Molly Blume, with her deep faith, short skirts, and nose for the truth, is a heroine to cherish

Book DescriptionFriday, October 31. 9:37 p.m., 100 block of South Martel. A vandal threw a pumpkin through the front window of a house and several eggs at the front door. The police report read like just another Halloween prank - a nasty,

At first glance it appears to be a random multiple murder -- a prominent plastic surgeon, his nurse, and his receptionist shot dead in their plush Century City office. But to LAPD Homicide Detective Jessie Drake, the savage nature of Dr. Ronald Bushnell's fatal wounds suggests a crime of intense passion and bitter retribution. On the surface, the slain surgeon had everything: respect, money, a palatial home, a loving wife and daughter. But his foster son -- a troubled young loner with dark spaces in his history -- hasn't been seen since the murders, which suggests the boy is a material witness, a premediated killer...or another victim. And suddenly Jessie's search for the missing teenager is leading the smart, conscience-driven detective across a razor-thin boundary that separates love from hatred, as she races to uncover a deadly truth that lies somewhere in a harrowing past of horrific personal tragedy and tainted blood

Murder is always heinous, but when two Los Angeles women attorneys are found dead with their tongues cut out, it's downright gruesome. And for criminal defense attorney Debra Laslow the killings are even more horrifying ... because she's suspected of doing them. The daughter of an Orthodox rabbi, Debra treads a fine line between her moral beliefs and the dictates of the law. Often she consults with her father about any possible conflicts between her job and her religion, and the Talmud usually provides an interesting, if not always easy, answer. Now Debra's defending a doctor accused of date rape by his receptionist. Although Debra believes the doctor's innocent, the young woman she will cross-examine - and possibly humiliate in open court - belongs to her close-knit Orthodox community. She may even ruin the woman's chances of marriage. And if the doctor is guilty and Debra wins the case, she'll be responsible for an even crueler injustice.

"No cause for alarm," says Detective Jessie Drake on the evening news. "Be alert and wary of unfamiliar faces, lock your doors. We have several leads..." But as the newly appointed departmental spokesperson, Jessie knows full well that there are no leads. At least no sane leads. Just insane clues, left by a serial killer who is as playfully clever as he is cunningly dangerous. Five victims have been murdered thus far. Five different neighborhoods. The only link between them is the cause of death: each died by a lethal injection of curare. The police are stymied. Not since Spider Woman has anybody used curare, blow dart poison, as a murder weapon of choice. As the odd and mystifyingly obscure clues mount, something begins to click in Jessie's mind. Why do some of the bodies have bank deposit slips and money attached to them while one bears a parking ticket, of all things? Jessie can't quite put her finger on the connection. It's something from her childhood, something so familiar....Suddenly, Jessie figures it out, and she is stunned by the killer's twisted brilliance: the game he is playing is all too real. The gameboard is the city of Los Angeles and the winner claims his prize in blood.

Kate Bauers is er trots op dat ze haar baan in de geschenkenwinkel weet te combineren met haar luxueuze huishouden, hoewel dokter Mark Bauers een veeleisende echtgenoot is en ze haar handen vol heeft aan haar twee kleine kinderen. Maar als haar baan steeds meer tijd gaat kosten, doet Kate iets wat ze heeft gezworen nooit te zullen doen: ze laat een vreemde in haar huis slapen en voor haar kinderen zorgen.

Janine is een geschenk uit de hemel - de ideale inwonende babysitter - en Mark is het er volledig mee eens. Maar plotseling stort Kate's perfecte wereldje in. Weg zijn haar tomeloze energie en haar gezondheid; ze is de hele dag moe.
Mark geeft haar tabletten om haar erbovenop te helpen en Janine brengt haar chocolademelk met slagroom, maar Kate voelt zich altijd slaperig - zo slaperig dat ze overdag haar bed niet meer uitkomt.

Kate is zo moe dat ze zich niet meer kan concentreren op de kleine dingetjes - zoals een verdwenen foto en een nachtjapon die naar een parfum ruikt dat zijzelf nooit gebruikt. Ze wordt elke dag zwakker en ze voelt zich een vreemde in haar eigen huis.

Niet dat iemand er iets aan kan doen - zeker niet Janine. Iedereen houdt van Janine. Niemand durft, zelfs maar voor één enkel ogenblik, zo'n juweel van een hulp te verdenken.