Body Double (Rizzoli and Isles Series #4)

Body Double (Rizzoli and Isles Series #4)

by Tess Gerritsen

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles—the inspiration for the hit TNT series—continue their bestselling crime-solving streak.

“Crime writing at its unputdownable, nerve-tingling best.”—Harlan Coben

Boston medical examiner Dr. Maura Isles is shocked to discover that the murdered woman looks exactly like her. For Maura, an only child, a DNA test confirms the startling fact: the mysterious doppelgänger is in fact her twin sister. Now an already bizarre homicide investigation becomes a disturbing excursion into a past full of dark secrets and twisted truths. It is a journey that leads Maura to the mother she never knew—an icy and cunning woman who gave Maura life . . . and who just might have a plan to take it away.

This ebook edition contains a special preview of Tess Gerritsen’s I Know a Secret.

Praise for Tess Gerritsen and Body Double

“One of the most versatile voices in thriller fiction today.”The Providence Journal

“Masterful . . . Gerritsen rises to her best yet.”Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“The story zips along.”Entertainment Weekly
“Chilling suspense . . . leaves the reader breathless.”The Philadelphia Inquirer

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345478658
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/17/2004
Series: Rizzoli and Isles Series , #4
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 26,668
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen earned international acclaim for her first novel of suspense, Harvest. She introduced detective Jane Rizzoli in The Surgeon (2001) and Dr. Maura Isles in The Apprentice (2002) and has gone on to write numerous other titles in the celebrated Rizzoli & Isles series, including The Mephisto Club, The Keepsake, Ice Cold, The Silent Girl, Last to Die, and Die Again. Her latest novel is the standalone thriller Playing with Fire. A physician, Tess Gerritsen lives in Maine.

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Chapter One


Pesez le matin que vous n'irez peut-être pas jusqu'au soir,


Et au soir que vous n'irez peut-être pas jusqu'au matin.


Be aware every morning that you may not last the day,


And every evening that you may not last the night.


-Engraved plaque in the catacombs of Paris


A row of skulls glared from atop a wall of intricately stacked femurs and tibias. Though it was June, and she knew the sun was shining on the streets of Paris sixty feet above her, Dr. Maura Isles felt chilled as she walked down the dim passageway, its walls lined almost to the ceiling with human remains. She was familiar, even intimate, with death, and had confronted its face countless times on her autopsy table, but she was stunned by the scale of this display, by the sheer number of bones stored in this network of tunnels beneath the City of Light. The one-kilometer tour took her through only a small section of the catacombs. Off-limits to tourists were numerous side tunnels and bone-filled chambers, their dark mouths gaping seductively behind locked gates. Here were the remains of six million Parisians who had once felt the sun on their faces, who had hungered and thirsted and loved, who had felt the beating of their own hearts in their chests, the rush of air in and out of their lungs. They could never have imagined that one day their bones would be unearthed from their cemetery resting places, and moved to this grim ossuary beneath the city.


That one day they would be on display, to be gawked at by hordes of tourists.


A century and a half ago, to make room for the steady influx of dead into Paris's overcrowded cemeteries, the bones had been disinterred and moved into the vast honeycomb of ancient limestone quarries that lay deep beneath the city. The workmen who'd transferred the bones had not carelessly tossed them into piles, but had performed their macabre task with flair, meticulously stacking them to form whimsical designs. Like fussy stonemasons, they had built high walls decorated with alternating layers of skulls and long bones, turning decay into an artistic statement. And they had hung plaques engraved with grim quotations, reminders to all who walked these passageways that Death spares no one.


One of the plaques caught Maura's eye, and she paused among the flow of tourists to read it. As she struggled to translate the words using her shaky high school French, she heard the incongruous sound of children's laughter echoing in the dim corridors, and the twang of a man's Texas accent as he muttered to his wife. "Can you believe this place, Sherry? Gives me the goddamn creeps . . ."


The Texas couple moved on, their voices fading into silence. For a moment Maura was alone in the chamber, breathing in the dust of the centuries. Under the dim glow of the tunnel light, mold had flourished on a cluster of skulls, coating them in a greenish cast. A single bullet hole gaped in the forehead of one skull, like a third eye.


I know how you died.


The chill of the tunnel had seeped into her own bones. But she did not move, determined to translate that plaque, to quell her horror by engaging in a useless intellectual puzzle. Come on, Maura. Three years of high school French, and you can't figure this out? It was a personal challenge now, all thoughts of mortality temporarily held at bay. Then the words took on meaning, and she felt her blood go cold . . .


Happy is he who is forever faced with the hour of his death


And prepares himself for the end every day.


Suddenly she noticed the silence. No voices, no echoing footsteps. She turned and left that gloomy chamber. How had she fallen so far behind the other tourists? She was alone in this tunnel, alone with the dead. She thought about unexpected power outages, about wandering the wrong way in pitch darkness. She'd heard of Parisian workmen a century ago who had lost their way in the catacombs and died of starvation. Her pace quickened as she sought to catch up with the others, to rejoin the company of the living. She felt Death pressing in too closely in these tunnels. The skulls seemed to stare back at her with resentment, a chorus of six million berating her for her ghoulish curiosity.


We were once as alive as you are. Do you think you can escape the future you see here?


When at last she emerged from the catacombs and stepped into the sunshine on Rue Remy Dumoncel, she took in deep breaths of air. For once she welcomed the noise of traffic, the press of the crowd, as if she had just been granted a second chance at life. The colors seemed brighter, the faces friendlier. My last day in Paris, she thought, and only now do I really appreciate the beauty of this city. She had spent most of the past week trapped in meeting rooms, attending the International Conference of Forensic Pathology. There had been so little time for sightseeing, and even the tours arranged by the conference organizers had been related to death and illness: the medical museum, the old surgical theater.


The catacombs.


Of all the memories to bring back from Paris, how ironic that her most vivid one would be of human remains. That's not healthy, she thought as she sat at an outdoor café, savoring one last cup of espresso and a strawberry tart. In two days, I'll be back in my autopsy room, surrounded by stainless steel, shut off from sunlight. Breathing only the cold, filtered air flowing from the vents. This day will seem like a memory of paradise.


She took her time, recording those memories. The smell of coffee, the taste of buttery pastry. The natty businessmen with cell phones pressed to their ears, the intricate knots of the scarves fluttering around women's throats. She entertained the fantasy that surely danced in the head of every American who had ever visited Paris: What would it be like to miss my plane? To just linger here, in this café, in this glorious city, for the rest of my life?


But in the end, she rose from her table and hailed a taxi to the airport. In the end she walked away from the fantasy, from Paris, but only because she promised herself she would someday return. She just didn't know when.


Her flight home was delayed three hours. That's three hours I could have spent walking along the Seine, she thought as she sat disgruntled in Charles de Gaulle. Three hours I could have wandered the Marais or poked around in Les Halles. Instead she was trapped in an airport so crowded with travelers she could find no place to sit. By the time she finally boarded the Air France jet, she was tired and thoroughly cranky. One glass of wine with the in-flight meal was all it took for her to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.


Only as the plane began its descent into Boston did she awaken. Her head ached, and the setting sun glared in her eyes. The headache intensified as she stood in baggage claim, watching suitcase after suitcase, none of them hers, slide down the ramp. It grew to a relentless pounding as she later waited in line to file a claim for her missing luggage. By the time she finally stepped into a taxi with only her carry-on bag, darkness had fallen, and she wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a hefty dose of Advil. She sank back in the taxi and once again drifted off to sleep.


The sudden braking of the vehicle awakened her.


"What's going on here?" she heard the driver say.


Stirring, she gazed through bleary eyes at flashing blue lights. It took a moment for her to register what she was looking at. Then she realized that they had turned onto the street where she lived, and she sat up, instantly alert, alarmed by what she saw. Four Brookline police cruisers were parked, their roof lights slicing through the darkness.


"Looks like some kind of emergency going on," the driver said. "This is your street, right?"


"And that's my house right down there. Middle of the block."


"Where all the police cars are? I don't think they're gonna let us through."


As if to confirm the taxi driver's words, a patrolman approached, waving at them to turn around.


The cabbie stuck his head out the window. "I got a passenger here I need to drop off. She lives on this street."


"Sorry, bud. This whole block's cordoned off."


Maura leaned forward and said to the driver, "Look, I'll just get out here." She handed him the fare, grabbed her carry-on bag, and stepped out of the taxi. Only moments before, she'd felt dull and groggy; now the warm June night itself seemed electric with tension. She started up the sidewalk, her sense of anxiety growing as she drew closer to the gathering of bystanders, as she saw all the official vehicles parked in front of her house. Had something happened to one of her neighbors? A host of terrible possibilities passed through her mind. Suicide. Homicide. She thought of Mr. Telushkin, the unmarried robotics engineer who lived next door. Hadn't he seemed particularly melancholy when she'd last seen him? She thought, too, of Lily and Susan, her neighbors on the other side, two lesbian attorneys whose gay rights activism made them high-profile targets. Then she spotted Lily and Susan standing at the edge of the crowd, both of them very much alive, and her concern flew back to Mr. Telushkin, whom she did not see among the onlookers.


Lily glanced sideways and saw Maura approaching. She did not wave but just stared at her, wordless, and gave Susan a sharp nudge. Susan turned to look at Maura, and her jaw dropped open. Now other neighbors were turning to stare as well, all their faces registering astonishment.


Why are they looking at me? Maura wondered. What have I done?


"Dr. Isles?" A Brookline patrolman stood gaping at her. "It is-it is you, isn't it?" he asked.


Well, that was a stupid question, she thought. "That's my house, there. What's going on, officer?"


The patrolman huffed out a sharp breath. "Um-I think you'd better come with me."


He took her by the arm and led her through the crowd. Her neighbors solemnly parted before her, as though making way for a condemned prisoner. Their silence was eerie; the only sound was the crackle of police radios. They reached a barrier of yellow police tape, strung between stakes, several of them pounded into Mr. Telushkin's front yard. He's proud of his lawn and he's not going to be happy about that, was her immediate and utterly inane thought. The patrolman lifted the tape and she ducked under it, crossing into what she now realized was a crime scene.


She knew it was a crime scene because she spotted a familiar figure standing at the center of it. Even from across the lawn, Maura could recognize homicide detective Jane Rizzoli. Now eight months pregnant, the petite Rizzoli looked like a ripe pear in a pantsuit. Her presence was yet another bewildering detail. What was a Boston detective doing here in Brookline, outside her usual jurisdiction? Rizzoli did not see Maura approaching; her gaze was fixed instead on a car parked at the curb in front of Mr. Telushkin's house. She was shaking her head, clearly upset, her dark curls springing out in their usual disarray.


It was Rizzoli's partner, Detective Barry Frost, who spotted Maura first. He glanced at her, glanced away, and then did a sudden double take, his pale face whipping back to stare at her. Wordlessly he tugged on his partner's arm.


Rizzoli went absolutely still, the strobelike flashes of blue cruiser lights illuminating her expression of disbelief. She began to walk, as though in a trance, toward Maura.


"Doc?" Rizzoli said softly. "Is that you?"


"Who else would it be? Why does everyone keep asking me that? Why do you all look at me as though I'm a ghost?"


"Because . . ." Rizzoli stopped. Gave a shake of her head, tossing unkempt curls. "Jesus. I thought for a minute you were a ghost."




Rizzoli turned and called out: "Father Brophy?"


Maura had not seen the priest standing off by himself at the periphery. Now he emerged from the shadows, his collar a slash of white across his neck. His usually handsome face looked gaunt, his expression shell-shocked. Why is Daniel here? Priests were not usually called to crime scenes unless a victim's family requested counsel. Her neighbor Mr. Telushkin was not Catholic, but Jewish. He would have no reason to request a priest.


"Could you please take her into the house, Father?" Rizzoli said.


Maura asked: "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?"


"Go inside, Doc. Please. We'll explain later."


Maura felt Brophy's arm slip around her waist, his firm grasp clearly communicating that this was not the time for her to resist. That she should simply obey the detective's request. She allowed him to guide her to her front door, and she registered the secret thrill of the close contact between them, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. She was so aware of him standing beside her that her hands were clumsy as she inserted the key into her front door. Though they had been friends for months, she had never before invited Daniel Brophy into her house, and her reaction to him now was a reminder of why she had so carefully maintained a distance between them. They stepped inside, into a living room where the lamps were already on, lit by automatic timers. She paused for a moment near the couch, uncertain of what to do next.


It was Father Brophy who took command.


"Sit down," he said, pointing her to the couch. "I'll get you something to drink."


"You're the guest in my house. I should be offering you the drink," she said.


"Not under the circumstances."


"I don't even know what the circumstances are."


"Detective Rizzoli will tell you." He left the room and came back with a glass of water-not exactly her beverage of choice at that moment, but then, it didn't seem appropriate to ask a priest to fetch the bottle of vodka. She sipped the water, feeling uneasy under his gaze. He sank into the chair across from her, watching her as though afraid she might vanish.


At last she heard Rizzoli and Frost come into the house, heard them murmuring in the foyer to a third person, a voice Maura didn't recognize. Secrets, she thought. Why is everyone keeping secrets from me? What don't they want me to know?


She looked up as the two detectives walked into the living room. With them was a man who introduced himself as Brookline Detective Eckert, a name she'd probably forget within five minutes. Her attention was completely focused on Rizzoli, with whom she had worked before. A woman she both liked and respected.

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Body Double 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 446 reviews.
LCH47 More than 1 year ago
BODY DOUBLE is a great crime solver, a chilling suspense novel that will have you biting your nails without realizing it!!! Forensic pathologist Maura Isles returns home to Boston from a trip to Paris for a conference only to be greeted with murder. Shocked to see her, her friends and coworkers thought she had been killed in front of her house. Much to her bewilderment the dead body was hers! How about THAT for a cliff hanger? You will want to buy this book! Trust me!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I went to the bookstore and browsed the new releases. This looked good so I checked it out. Hell if I didn¿t like it I could just take it back. To my surprise I picked a winner without reading any reviews or hearing anything about it in advance. That does not happen often! Tess has a writing style that is easy on my mind and makes it enjoyable to read. She doesn¿t try to drag you threw the story by a rope of words that you have to untie with the dictionary. Her imagination (at least I hope it was her imagination) was expressed in detail enough to make you want to get a security system installed and get a dress made of Kevlar for your pregnant wife. A pathologist, Maura, just returns from a trip and returns home to find a murder scene in front of her house. The police have it taped off and all that stuff. Everyone who sees her is astonished. Her neighbors can¿t believe what they see. They see her walking but they also see her dead in the front seat of a car. She is as shocked as any of them and goes off to find the identity of this person. Through DNA testing, Maura finds out that this is her twin sister, Anna, separated at birth when they where given up for adoption. She then follows her sisters¿ trail to find what she was after. The story takes you to a woman in prison who might or might not be the mother. There is also a second layer going on about a woman buried in a hole somewhere still alive and living off a small bag of goodies left for her. There is also this BMW car sales man who happens to be the Husband of the buried wife who is cheating on her instead of looking for her. Then there is the man Anna was seeing who happens to be married to a bimbo blonde. This man who is a suspect admits that although he did love he wouldn¿t kill her. Then there is the policeman ¿Rick¿ from another district that ¿Anna¿ hooked up with and then dumped just before she was murdered. Then you find out this guy is married or was married when he first started hanging around ¿Anna¿. Rick eventually feels the same tingle for Maura as he did for her sister Anna. Lots of characters, lot of plot and sub plots this story has it all. Tess does a fantastic job bringing this all together and then some. She does it with ease and clarity.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Dr. Maura Isles makes her living examining the dead, so nothing really shocks her anymore, until the day she sees herself dead¿Maura is called to a crime scene in which the victim bears a striking resemblance to her. Dr. Isles knows without a doubt that the woman she found dead is her sister, but how? Maura sets out to find the answers surrounding the mysterious woman¿s death and to find out the truth about her birth mother. But, in the process of finding answers about her past, Maura discovers more questions that need answers and realizes that her birth mother not only has the answers to her questions, but is the key to solving a series of bizarre murders that date back many years. `Body Double¿ is a shocking thriller that can¿t be put down once started. From the creepy opening to the pulse quickening climax the plot twists and turns with razor sharp precision. Tess Gerritsen has written several very good thrillers, but `Body Double¿ is by far the best she has ever written. Fans of detective/forensic thrillers filled with shocking twists, creepy killers and surprises galore should take note¿this is a MUST READ! Nick Gonnella
Guest More than 1 year ago
After spending a week in Paris attending a medical conference, Boston medical examiner Dr. Maura Isles returns home to see police outside her apartment. Her neighbors and coworkers look at her as if they see a ghost. Eight months pregnant, Detective Jane Rizzoli lets her see the victim in the car so that she understands why. Sitting in the vehicle with a bullet in her head is Maura¿s exact double; DNA testing shows that Anna Jessup is her identical twin sister. Both of them were given away at birth to different adoptive parents.

Maura finds out that her biological mother is in prison found guilty for killing two women, one of them eight months pregnant. Her mother¿s psychologist believes that she had a partner who helped her kill the two women. Maura and the police seek this other monster because with the new evidence they have, it is discovered that Maura¿s mother and her partner have been kidnapping and killing pregnant mothers for decades.

This exciting police procedural is a fascinating reading experience because there is much more going on in the storyline than meets the eye. Through misdirection and red herrings, readers are directed down a path that leads them away from the truth and it is only towards the end when Maura¿s life is threatened, that the whole picture becomes clear. Tess Gerritsen scores big times with this police procedural that is sure to make the bestseller lists.

Harriet Klausner

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jakala More than 1 year ago
Body Double was a very good book; it was really interesting and the mystery of her biological family¿s involvement was spectacular. The forensic techniques were well descriptive and realistic; the way she described the autopsies were ideal. I do not think this story book crime would be that far off from a real-life crime mystery. I would recommend this book to everyone who likes to read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is so riveting in the twists and turns through the whole book! I just couldn't put the book down! Gerritsen has really mastered the thoughts of an evil mind! The book keeps up the pace with Maura Isles, Rizzoli and the special team that came together to catch the killer! I kept trying to guess at the killer, and I was wrong everytime! Tess Gerritsen strikes again!
Guest More than 1 year ago
A virtual roller coaster murder thriller that takes you OVER the top and down dark tunnels you could NEVER imagine. Tess twists her plots and brings you through her own theme park of crime novel writing at its best!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is by far TG best book, and I loved her others. I could not put it down and stayed up late just to finish it. It had me guessing until the very end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Gerritsen's best yet. Maura Isles is captivating, and the plot is excellent.
CloggieDownunder on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Body Double is the 4th in Tess Gerritsen¿s Rizzoli/Isles series. The story starts with Maura Isles arriving home from a conference in Paris, to find the police at her home, called to a shooting. The victim looks uncannily like Maura, so much so that Rizzoli, Frost and co thought it was her. Whilst Maura was an only child, she was adopted, and DNA tests prove that this woman was her twin sister. Maura endures the singular experience of seeing her own body autopsied. As Rizzoli and Frost investigate, Maura learns some horrifying truths about her past. Once again, Gerritsen gives us a fast-paced story with an excellent plot and quite a few twists. And a gutsy victim who decides not to be. Gerristen also provides a bit of humour, some of it quite black: the eight-month pregnant Rizzoli ¿guarding¿ Isles; Rizzoli giving Isles relationship advice; and Maura, who has never exposed more than her hands and face at work, present as her morgue colleagues, Rizzoli and Frost see a body identical to hers under the knife. Gerritsen also gives us food for thought about ¿private¿ adoptions and where those babies come from. Another excellent read.
dancingBeagles on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Are Tess Gerritsen and Patricia Cornwall the same person? Seriously, without a cover I wouldn't know which author wrote this. I have enjoyed several books by both authors so I guess it doesn't really matter. This gives me another author to explore.
cooperca05 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love Rizzoli and Isles, but this by far is my favorite so far. When 'Isles' is found dead, nobody is more shocked than Isles. But the fact that Isles double has been killed outside her house is just the beginning to finding out Isles family background and the skeletons she never knew her family closet contained. But how is the killing of Isles double linked to a serial killer spree.
MsBeautiful on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting Mystery/Thriller, well written
creighley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fast-paced reading. Maura Isles has discovered that she has an identical sister and a family of questionable sanity.
mmyoung on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have conflicting feelings about this book. On the one hand it certainly is a page turner. On the other hand it continues Gerritsen pattern of depending on 'women in danger' to ensure empathy and interest. On the gripping hand it is neither fish nor fowl: it is neither a procedural nor a thriller. The routine and painstaking work of solving a crime is barely hinted at and, with one exception, the only characters with whom the reader engages are Rizzoli and Isles--the two characters least likely to have anything 'happen' to them. The fact that a secondary character is convincingly and compelling drawn suggests that Gerristen's writing may be constricted by the genre conventions of writing around continuing characters.
jnavia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Rolled my eyes several times at cliches, coincidences and things that didn't make any sense to me or seemed ridiculously improbable. Still, I kept listening to the end.
tinarigdon77 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I remember waiting forever for this book to be releases. It was worth the wait!!
ladybug74 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't usually enjoy this type of mystery, but won an ARC of a book from this series and have read a couple of others from the series since then. They are pretty good books and I will probably read more of them.
silenceiseverything on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm a fan of the previous 3 novels in the Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles series. While I didn't read them one after the other, they were read within a short time span of each other. Yet, when I read the premise of Body Double, I put it off. It seemed too much like a soap-opera plot to me and the last thing I want is to have the thrillers that I enjoy turn into the rolling-eyes fest that soaps induce in me. So, I was pleasantly surprised when this turned out nothing like a soap-opera (or at least none I've ever seen). The premise that turned me off this book was this: There's a body found outside of Dr. Maura Isles house when she's out of town. The body looks so much like Maura that Detective Rizzoli assumes it's her. Then we find out that the body is her twin sister which she never knew existed. Soap-opera, right? Wrong. This actually turned out rather twisted. Not going to spoil it for anyone and say exactly why it was twisted, but it was. Body Double was a page-turning thriller. The likes which I've come to expect from Tess Gerritsen. This book also had me extremely paranoid. So much that when I was reading this book like at two in the morning (when it seems that I do all my reading), I had to stop reading it because I was getting too freaked out. That's exactly what thrillers should achieve. Body Double isn't the best thriller written and sometimes it did have me rolling my eyes at the main characters behaviors thinking "Don't you two EVER learn?", but still, it was an extremely quick and enjoyable read. I can't wait to pick up the next installment in the series, but it won't be my next read. More than that, I absolutely cannot wait for the Rizzoli & Isles show that's going to premiere on TNT with Angie Harmon playing Rizzoli and Sasha Alexander (NCIS, anyone?) playing Isles.
ElizaJane on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Maura Isles returns from a conference to find a crime scene in front of her apartment building. The victim was shot in her car on the street. Everyone is shocked to find that the victim looks exactly like Maura and turns out to be a twin sister she didn't know she had. Maura sets off to follow her sister's footsteps and find out more about her as the police look for her killer. In the meantime, another crime is being committed as we get glimpses of a woman who is being held captive in a box underground. This is another fine entry in the series. A real page-turner that kept me guessing until the end. Maura and Jane seem to be sharing time as the main character now and I'm not sure if I like that as I much prefer Jane. At first I thought the twin sister angle was a bit far-fetched but the plot won me over quickly and I really enjoyed this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book love the series
emhromp2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was strongly recommended to me, and I'm glad I listened. Gerritsen surely knows how to build up a thrilling story and I have subsequently bought and or read her other books. Of course. This is her best though.
DonnaJWolfe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Dr. Maura Isles discovers that she had a twin who is now a corpse and amother who is less than desirable.
Darrol on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I liked this book, although I do wonder about the likelihood of the premise.