When twelve-year-old Billy Straight, a runaway struggling to
survive L.A.''s most dangerous streets, becomes the sole eyewitness
to a brutal murder, he becomes the target of the media, bounty
hunters, and a killer, as L.A.P.D. homicide detective Petra Connor
races against time to save his life. Reissue.
關於作者：
Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world''s most popular authors.
He has brought his expertise as a clinical psychologist to numerous
bestselling tales of suspense which have been translated into two
dozen languages, including his acclaimed Alex Delaware novels; The
Butcher''s Theater, a story of serial killing in Jerusalem; and The
Conspiracy Club, which features a young psychologist, Dr. Jeremy
Carrier, thrust into a chilling hunt for a twenty-first-century
Jack the Ripper. Kellerman''s new Alex Delaware novel is Therapy. He
is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and
scientific articles, two children''s books, and three volumes of
psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent
Children. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards, and
has been nominated for a Shamus Award. He and his wife, the
novelist Faye Kellerman, have four children.
內容試閱：
In the park you see things.
But not what I saw tonight.
God, God...
I wanted to be dreaming but I was awake, smelling chili meat and
onions and the pine trees.
First, the car drove up to the edge of the parking lot. They got
out and talked and he grabbed her, like in a hug. I thought maybe
they were going to kiss and I''d watch that.
Then all of a sudden, she made a weird sound--surprised, squeaky,
like a cat or dog that gets stepped on.
He let go of her and she fell. Then he bent down next to her and
his arm started moving up and down really fast. I thought he was
punching her, and that was bad enough, and I kept thinking should I
do something. But then I heard another sound, fast, wet, like the
butcher at Stater Brothers back in Watson chopping meat--chuck
chuck chuck.
He kept doing it, moving his arm up and down.
I wasn''t breathing. My heart was on fire. My legs were cold. Then
they turned hot-wet.
Pissing my pants like a stupid baby!
The chuck chuck stopped. He stood up, big and wide, wiped his hands
on his pants. Something was in his hand and he held it far from his
body.
He looked all around. Then in my direction.
Could he see me, hear me--smell me?
He kept looking. I wanted to run but knew he''d hear me. But staying
here could trap me--how could he see anything behind the rocks?
They''re like a cave with no roof, just cracks you can look through,
which is the reason I picked them as one of my places.
My stomach started to churn around, and I wanted to run so badly my
leg muscles were jumping under my skin.
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