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Lost [Joe O'Loughlin Series Book 2] [Secure]
by Michael Robotham
Category: Suspense/Thriller/Mystery/Crime
Description: Suspect, Michael Robotham's "lightning-paced debut" (Entertainment Weekly) was universally hailed as "taut and fast-moving" (Washington Post) first novel. Now Robotham delivers a first-rate psychological thriller in Lost, a worthy follow-up to Suspect. On a cold London night, homicide detective Vincent Ruiz is fished out of the Thames with a bullet in his leg and no memory of the circumstances surrounding the shooting. In his pocket is a photograph of Mickey Carlyle, a seven-year-old girl kidnapped three years before and presumed dead. It's anybody's guess what Ruiz was up to--especially when a blood-spattered boat discovered nearby makes it clear that Ruiz was not the sole casualty. But with Mickey's killer convicted and behind bars, no one wants the case reopened. Ruiz's only hope of unraveling the puzzle is to retrace his steps and re-create the night of the shooting. Under investigation by his colleagues and accused of faking amnesia, Ruiz turns to Joe O'Loughlin, hoping that the psychologist can help unlock his memory. Step by step, the pieces come together, revealing a twisted trail of grief, vengeance, and the search for redemption. A riveting thriller, Lost combines a fast-paced plot with searing insights into human psychology.
eBook Publisher: Random House, Inc./Doubleday Publishing,
Filament eBookStore Release Date: February 2006
 
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"A dramatic well-written debut novel." -- New York Times
"A lightning-paced debut." -- Entertainment Weekly "A gripping first novel — taut and fast-moving." -- Washington Post "British journalist/ghostwriter Robotham’s first novel is a masterful riff on I Confess with a psychologist substituting for the embattled priest. . . . Readers will forget their own jobs, meals, and families while they race to find out which one of his targets the killer actually hits before he’s brought down." -- Kirkus (starred review) "Suspect may do for psychological thrillers what Scott Turow’s Presumed Innocent did for the legal variety." -- Booklist
Chapter 1 The Thames, London I remember someone once telling me that you know it's cold when you see a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets. It's colder than that now. My mouth is numb and every breath is like slivers of ice in my lungs. People are shouting and shining flashlights in my eyes. In the meantime, I'm hugging this big yellow buoy like it's Marilyn Monroe. A very fat Marilyn Monroe, after she took all the pills and went to seed. My favorite Monroe film is Some Like It Hot with Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis. I don't know why I should think of that now, although how anyone could mistake Jack Lemmon for a woman is beyond me. A guy with a really thick mustache and pizza breath is panting in my ear. He's wearing a life vest and trying to peel my fingers away from the buoy. I'm too cold to move. He wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me backward through the water. More people, silhouetted against the lights, take hold of my arms, lifting me onto the deck. "Jesus, look at his leg!" someone says. "He's been shot!" Who are they talking about? People are shouting all over again, yelling for bandages and plasma. A black guy with a gold earring slides a needle into my arm and puts a bag over my face. "Someone get some blankets. Let's keep this guy warm." "He's palping at one-twenty." "One-twenty?" "Palping at one-twenty." "Any head injuries?" "That's negative." The engine roars and we're moving. I can't feel my legs. I can't feel anything—not even the cold anymore. The lights are also disappearing. Darkness has seeped into my eyes. "Ready?" "Yeah." "One, two, three." "Watch the IV lines. Watch the IV lines." Copyright © 2006 by Michael Robotham
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