Die Again (Rizzoli and Isles Series #11)

Die Again (Rizzoli and Isles Series #11)

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The latest enthralling case in Tess Gerritsen's New York Times bestselling Rizzoli & Isles series, the blockbuster books behind the smash hit TNT series.

Boston Detective Jane Rizzoli is on the case of a big game hunter found dead in his apartment, alone with the body of a beautiful white snow leopard he had recently been commissioned to procure and stuff for a high-profile museum in the area. Medical examiner Maura Isles connects the case to a number of seemingly unrelated deaths where the victims have all been found hanging upside down, the hallmark of a leopard's kill. Rizzoli follows the puzzling trail of clues all the way to Botswana, where she uncovers the unsolved mystery of a deadly camping safari four years prior. When she realizes the two cases are connected, Rizzoli must track down the sole survivor of the tragic trip to discover who—or what—is behind these gruesome deaths.

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ISBN-13: 9781480502482
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 12/06/2016
Series: Rizzoli and Isles Series , #11
Edition description: Abridged
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 6.70(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Tess Gerritsen is a physician and an internationally bestselling author. She gained nationwide acclaim for her first New York Times bestselling novel of suspense, Harvest. She is also the author of the bestsellers Rizzoli & Isles: Last to Die, The Silent Girl, Ice Cold, The Keepsake, The Bone Garden, The Mephisto Club, Vanish, Body Double, The Sinner, The Apprentice, The Surgeon, Life Support, Bloodstream, and Gravity. Tess Gerritsen lives in Maine.

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Die Again

A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

By Tess Gerritsen

Random House LLC

Copyright © 2014 Tess Gerritsen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-345-54385-1



It was the mailman who called it in. Eleven fifteen a.m., shaky voice on a cell phone: I'm on Sanborn Avenue, West Roxbury, 02132. The dog—I saw the dog in the window ... And that's how it came to the attention of Boston PD. A cascade of events that started with an alert mail carrier, one in an army of foot soldiers deployed six days a week in neighborhoods across America. They are the eyes of the nation, sometimes the only eyes that notice which elderly widow has not collected her mail, which old bachelor doesn't answer his doorbell, and which porch has a yellowing pile of newspapers.

The first clue that something was amiss inside the large house on Sanborn Avenue, zip code 02132, was the overstuffed mailbox, something that US postal carrier Luis Muniz first noticed on day number two. Two days' worth of uncollected mail wasn't necessarily a cause for alarm. People go away for the weekend. People forget to request a hold on home delivery.

But on day number three, Muniz started to worry.

On day number four, when Muniz opened the mailbox and found it still jam-packed with catalogs and magazines and bills, he knew he had to take action.

"So he knocks on the front door," said Patrolman Gary Root. "Nobody answers. He figures he'll check with the next-door neighbor, see if she knows what's going on. Then he looks in the window and spots the dog."

"That dog over there?" asked Detective Jane Rizzoli, pointing to a friendly-looking golden retriever who was now tied to the mailbox.

"Yeah, that's him. The tag on his collar says his name's Bruno. I took him outta the house, before he could do any more ..." Patrolman Root swallowed. "Damage."

"And the mail carrier? Where's he?"

"Took the rest of the day off. Probably getting a stiff drink somewhere. I got his contact info, but he probably can't tell you much more than what I just told you. He never went inside the house, just called nine one one. I was first on the scene, found the front door unlocked. Walked in and ..." He shook his head.

"Wish I hadn't."

"You talk to anyone else?"

"The nice lady next door. She came out when she saw the cruisers parked out here, wanted to know what was going on. All I told her was that her neighbor was dead."

Jane turned and faced the house where Bruno the friendly retriever had been trapped. It was an older two-story, single-family home with a porch, a two-car garage, and mature trees in front. The garage door was closed, and a black Ford Explorer, registered to the homeowner, was parked in the driveway. This morning, there would have been nothing to distinguish the residence from the other well-kept houses on Sanborn Avenue, nothing that would catch a cop's eye and make him think: Wait a minute, there's something wrong here. But now there were two patrol cars parked at the curb, rack lights flashing, which made it obvious to anyone passing by that yes, something was very wrong here. Something that Jane and her partner, Barry Frost, were about to confront. Across the street, a gathering crowd of neighbors stood gaping at the house. Had any of them noticed the occupant hadn't been seen in a few days, hadn't walked his dog or picked up his mail? Now they were probably telling one another: Yeah, I knew something wasn't right. Everyone's brilliant in retrospect.

"You want to walk us through the house?" Frost asked Patrolman Root.

"You know what?" said Root. "I'd rather not. I finally got the smell outta my nose, and I don't care for another whiff of it."

Frost swallowed. "Uh ... that bad?"

"I was in there maybe thirty seconds, tops. My partner didn't last even that long. It's not like there's anything in there I need to point out to you. You can't miss it." He looked at the golden retriever, who responded with a playful bark. "Poor pup, trapped in there with nothing to eat. I know he had no choice, but still ..."

Jane glanced at Frost, who was staring at the house like a condemned prisoner facing the gallows. "What'd you have for lunch?" she asked him.

"Turkey sandwich. Potato chips."

"Hope you enjoyed it."

"This isn't helping, Rizzoli."

They climbed the porch steps and paused to pull on gloves and shoe covers. "You know," she said, "there's this pill called Compazine."


"Works pretty good for morning sickness."

"Great. When I get knocked up, I'll give it a try."

They looked at each other and she saw him take a deep breath, just as she was doing. One last gulp of clean air. With a gloved hand, she opened the door, and they stepped inside. Frost lifted his arm to cover his nose, blocking the smell that they were far too familiar with. Whether you called it cadaverine or putrescine, or any other chemical name, it all came down to the stench of death. But it was not the smell that made Jane and Frost pause just inside the door; it was what they saw hanging on the walls.

Everywhere they looked, eyes stared back at them. A whole gallery of the dead, confronting these new intruders.

"Jesus," murmured Frost. "Was he some kind of big-game hunter?"

"Well, that is definitely big game," said Jane, staring up at the mounted head of a rhino, and wondering what kind of bullet it took to kill such a creature. Or the Cape buffalo beside it. She moved slowly past the row of trophies, her shoe covers swishing across the wood floor, gaping at animal heads so life-like she almost expected the lion to roar. "Are these even legal? Who the hell shoots a leopard these days?"

"Look. The dog wasn't the only pet running around in here."

A variety of reddish-brown paw prints tracked across the wood floor. The larger set would match Bruno, the golden retriever, but there were smaller prints as well, dotted throughout the room. Brown smears on the windowsill marked where Bruno had propped up his front paws to look out at the mail carrier. But it wasn't merely the sight of a dog that caused Luis Muniz to dial 911; it was what protruded from that dog's mouth.

A human finger.

She and Frost followed the trail of paw prints, passing beneath the glassy eyes of a zebra and a lion, a hyena and a warthog. This collector did not discriminate by size; even the smallest creatures had their ignominious place on these walls, including four mice posed with tiny china cups, seated around a miniature table. A Mad Hatter's grotesque tea party.

As they moved through the living room and into a hallway, the stench of putrefaction grew stronger. Though she could not yet see its source, Jane could hear the ominous buzz of its supplicants. A fat fly buzzed a few lazy circles around her head and drifted away through a doorway.

Always follow the flies. They know where dinner is served.

The door hung ajar. Just as Jane pushed it wider, something white streaked out and shot past her feet.

"Holy crap!" yelled Frost.

Heart banging, Jane glanced back at the pair of eyes peering out from under the living room sofa. "It's just a cat." She gave a relieved laugh. "That explains the smaller paw prints."

"Wait, you hear that?" said Frost. "I think there's another cat in there."

Jane took a breath and stepped through the doorway, into the garage. A gray tabby trotted over to greet her and silkily threaded back and forth between her legs, but Jane ignored it. Her gaze was fixed on what hung from the ceiling hoist. The flies were so thick she could feel their hum in her bones as they swarmed around the ripe feast that had been flayed open for their convenience, exposing meat that now squirmed with maggots.

Frost lurched away, gagging.

The nude man hung upside down, his ankles bound with orange nylon cord. Like a pig carcass hanging in a slaughterhouse, his abdomen had been sliced open, the cavity stripped of all organs. Both arms dangled free, and the hands would have almost touched the floor—if the hands had still been attached. If hunger had not forced Bruno the dog, and maybe the two cats as well, to start gnawing off the flesh of their owner.

"So now we know where that finger came from," Frost said, his voice muffled behind his sleeve. "Jesus, it's everyone's worst nightmare. Getting eaten by your own cat ..."

For three starving house pets, what now hung from the hoist would certainly look like a feast. The animals had already disarticulated the hands and stripped away so much skin and muscle and cartilage from the face that the white bone of one orbit was exposed, a pearly ridge peeking through shredded flesh. The facial features were gnawed beyond recognition, but the grotesquely swollen genitals left no doubt this was a man—an older one, judging by the silvery pubic hair.

"Hung and dressed like game," said a voice behind her.

Startled, Jane turned to see Dr. Maura Isles standing in the doorway. Unlike Frost, who was still shielding his face with his sleeve, Maura did not quail from the smell, but moved straight to the carcass, heedless of the flies that were dive-bombing her head. "This is disturbing," she said.

"Disturbing?" Jane snorted. "I was thinking more along the lines of totally fucked up."

The gray tabby abandoned Jane and went to Maura, where it rubbed back and forth against her leg, purring loudly. So much for feline loyalty.

Maura nudged the cat away with her foot, but her attention stayed focused on the body. "Abdominal and thoracic organs missing. The incision looks very decisive, from pubis down to xiphoid. It's what a hunter would do to a deer or a boar. Hang it, gut it, leave it to age." She glanced up at the ceiling hoist. "And that looks like something you'd use to hang game. Clearly this house belongs to a hunter."

"Those look like what a hunter would use, too," said Frost. He pointed to the garage workbench, where a magnetized rack held a dozen lethal-looking knives. All of them appeared clean, the blades bright and gleaming. Jane stared at the boning knife. Imagined that razor edge slicing through flesh as yielding as butter.

"Odd," said Maura, focusing on the torso. "These wounds here don't look like they're from a knife." She pointed to three incisions that sliced down the rib cage. "They're perfectly parallel, like blades mounted together."

"Looks like a claw mark," said Frost. "Could the animals have done that?"

"They're too deep for a cat or dog. These appear to be postmortem, with minimal oozing ..." She straightened, focusing on the floor. "If he was butchered right here, the blood must have been hosed away. See that drain in the concrete? It's something a hunter would install if he used this space to hang and age meat." "What's the thing about aging? I never understood the point of hanging meat," said Frost.

"Postmortem enzymes act as a natural tenderizer, but it's usually done at temperatures just above freezing. In here it feels like, what, about fifty degrees? Warm enough to get decomp. And maggots. I'm just glad it's November. It would smell a lot worse in August." With a pair of tweezers, Maura picked off one of the maggots and studied it as it squirmed in her gloved palm. "These look like third instar stage. Consistent with a time of death about four days ago." "All those mounted heads in the living room," said Jane. "And he ends up hanging, like some dead animal. I'd say we've got a theme going here."

"Is this victim the homeowner? Have you confirmed his identity?"

"Kind of hard to make a visual ID with his hands and face gone. But I'd say the age matches. The homeowner of record is Randall Gott, age sixty-four. Divorced, lived alone."

"He certainly didn't die alone," said Maura, staring into the gaping incision at what was now little more than an empty shell. "Where are they?" she said, and suddenly turned to face Jane. "The killer hung the body here. What did he do with the organs?"

For a moment, the only sound in the garage was the humming of flies as Jane considered every urban legend she'd ever heard about stolen organs. Then she focused on the covered garbage can in the far corner. As she approached it, the stench of putrefaction grew even stronger, and flies swarmed in a hungry cloud. Grimacing, she lifted the edge of the lid. One quick glance was all she could stomach before the smell made her back away, gagging.

"I take it you found them," said Maura.

"Yeah," muttered Jane. "At least, the intestines. I'll leave the full inventory of guts to you."


"Oh yeah, it'll be lots of fun."

"No, what I mean is, the perp was neat. The incision. The removal of the viscera." Paper shoe covers crackled as Maura crossed to the trash can. Both Jane and Frost backed away when Maura pried open the lid, but even from the opposite side of the garage they caught the stomach-turning whiff of rotting organs. The odor seemed to excite the gray tabby, who was rubbing against Maura with even more fervor, mewing for attention.

"Got yourself a new friend," said Jane.

"Normal feline marking behavior. He's claiming me as his territory," said Maura as she plunged a gloved hand into the garbage can.

"I know you like to be thorough, Maura," said Jane. "But how about picking through those in the morgue? Like, in a biohazard room or something?"

"I need to be certain ..."

"Of what? You can smell they're in there." To Jane's disgust, Maura bent over the garbage can and reached even deeper into the pile of entrails. In the morgue, she'd watched Maura slice open torsos and peel off scalps, de-flesh bones and buzz-saw through skulls, performing all these tasks with laser-guided concentration. That same icy focus was on Maura's face as she dug through the congealed mass in the trash can, heedless of the flies now crawling in her fashionably clipped dark hair. Was there anyone else who could look so elegant while doing something so disgusting?

"Come on, it's not like you haven't seen guts before," said Jane.

Maura didn't answer as she plunged her hands deeper.

"Okay." Jane sighed. "You don't need us for this. Frost and I will check out the rest of the—"

"There's too much," Maura muttered.

"Too much what?"

"This isn't a normal volume of viscera."

"You're the one who's always talking about bacterial gases. Bloating."

"Bloating doesn't explain this." Maura straightened, and what she held in her gloved hand made Jane cringe.

"A heart?"

"This is not a normal heart, Jane," said Maura. "Yes, it has four chambers, but this aortic arch isn't right. And the great vessels don't look right, either." "Randall Gott was sixty-four," said Frost. "Maybe he had a bad ticker."

"That's the problem. This doesn't look like a sixty-four-year-old man's heart." Maura reached into the garbage pail again. "But this one does," she said, and held out her other hand.

Jane looked back and forth between the two specimens. "Wait. There are two hearts in there?"

"And two complete sets of lungs."


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the best Rizzoli & Isles book thus far! The story opens in Botswana 6 years previous to present day where several people are on a tour in the wilds with a guide and his assistant. Slowly the people disappear or are killed one by one under very mysterious circumstances. There is one survivor though with haunting memories of what started as a beautiful adventure with close ups of African wildlife, some deadly. Present day finds Jane & Frost at a most gruesome murder scene with few clues. Maura discovers there may be a tie between this murder and the Botswana trip. Did a lion escape a private zoo and is now hunting in Boston? This book had me up into the wee hours of the morning saying just one more chapter then I'll go to sleep but you'll want to continue to the surprise ending. I received an ARC in exchange for my review, however my reviews are honest and I was absolutely delighted to receive Dr. Gerritsen's Die Again as I am a big fan of her novels. I've contained no spoilers here as I don't care to come across them in a review myself. If you are a fan of the Rizzoli & Isles series you will undoubtedly enjoy this one.
Sh1aol More than 1 year ago
I am an avid reader and in the past have stayed up late,late at night reading. However lately I haven't read a book that was worth losing sleep. Finally! This is an awesome read! I rate it number 1 of the books I have read in the last two years.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of her best in this series! I cannot wait for the next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great read. Tess Gerritsen's best. Will keep you up all night.
cloggiedownunder More than 1 year ago
Die Again is the eleventh book in the Rizzoli and Isles series by popular American author, Tess Gerristen. A bizarre murder bearing all the hallmarks of a game hunter has Rizzoli and Isles visiting the Suffolk Zoo and learning about large cats. A seemingly unrelated body dug up in a garden sees Maura taking an uncharacteristic stance, just on a hunch, to insist the murders are related. Before long, other cold cases are examined for similarities, and a link to a Botswana safari gone horribly wrong is established. Can the lone survivor of that massacre help Boston PD bring a murderer to justice? Gerritsen uses the first-person voice of Millie Jacobson to relate the horrific events of the Bostwana safari while the Boston events are narrated in the third person from the perspective of Rizzoli or Isles. As always, Rizzoli’s family dramas provide lighter moments in a story that is fast-paced and exciting. Gerritsen manages to include plenty of facts about large cats, hair analysis and game hunting in easily digestible chunks. The plot has plenty of twists that will keep the reader guessing to the end. And Jane’s visit to Africa is completely credible, unlike the African foray on which James Patterson sends Alex Cross in Cross Country. This is another gripping page-turner, and Gerritsen fans will not be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved Gerritsen's latest installment of the series. Bouncing between Africa and US, this was a good mystery. Love that the books are staying true to themselves while the TV show is going a different route.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Her best book yet!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best of this Gerritsen series - great characters doing weird things with twists and turns along the way! Jane figures it out but she throws herself a curve or two first!! Great read - Do read it !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I agree that this is the best yet in this series. When I first read the description, I had little hope for this book because I am not really interested in novels of international crime. I was instead very impressed. There are indeed some gruesome descriptions in the book but they fit well within the context and are necessary for a realistic story. For those who want their novels to be whitewashed so they read like a fairytale, you should find a different author. But for those who want a gritty story that has plausibilty, you should not miss this one. Stephanie Clanahan
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Good read
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good read
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I will only say this, do not miss this book and be prepared, time wish that is, not to be able to put it down! It is a grabber from first to last page. You will be so involved, you can't put it down till the every end. Loved this book, and the way the story is presented.
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Love this author. She comes through with another mystery thriller.
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I cant help but see the TV series faces when I read these books! IT BRINGS THESE CHARACTERS TO LIFE? Hard to put these books down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The ending suspense was okay but I was disappointed with who was the bad guy and how that individual came into the story.
Delphimo More than 1 year ago
Tess Gerritsen's Rizzoli and Isles series presents a thrilling race to find the killer. The killing starts 6 years in the past, when a group of people go on a safari in Africa. One by one, the people are killed, and one of the women runs into the bush to escape, and against all odds she survives. Then killings start in the Boston area, and the team of Rizzoli and Isles must find this killer who guts his victims. The characters are dimensional, but could use more development. The setting propels this novel to greater heights, such as the description of Africa. As usual, Isles seems so unemotional, and Rizzoli the extreme opposite. I have waited a long time to read the next book in this series.
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L_T102 More than 1 year ago
The story has you wondering where they are going with the story, but it all comes together in the end. The villain is not who you think at first.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sometimes confusing but stick with it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've been a fan of Tess Gerritsen for many years. She has not disappointed me yet.  Great read with many twist and turns thru out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So good one of her best novels yet