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Binding Ties (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Book 6) Kindle Edition
Ten years ago, Las Vegas was terrorized by a vicious and bloodthirsty serial killer responsible for nearly half a dozen brutal murders. But after two years of keeping the city in a panic, the killer mysteriously vanished and has not been heard from…until now.
Gil Grissom and his CSI team are called in to investigate a homicide that perfectly fits the notorious criminal’s modus operandi. But all hell breaks loose when a reporter made famous by the original cases receives a letter from someone claiming to be the very same killer—but he insists that he had nothing to do with the latest slaying.
Now the CSI team must stop someone who may be a copycat killer from striking again, even as a murderer from the past continues to evade capture, and isn’t taking too kindly to rivals.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPocket Books
- Publication dateApril 1, 2005
- File size903 KB
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The North Las Vegas neighborhood was slowly making the transition from cozy to shabby. A 420 on the radio, this homicide call -- which on the Strip would be treated like a presidential assassination, every squad car rolling in with lights strobing and siren blaring -- had generated only one North Las Vegas PD squad, which sat parked out front of the house as quietly as if this was the officer's home...
...and not a crime scene.
Which was what brought LVPD Crime Scene Investigation supervisor Gil Grissom to this declining residential area, and not for the first time -- wasn't a habit yet, but calls in these environs were definitely on the upswing.
Seasoned veteran Grissom descended on this troubled neighborhood like the angel of death, albeit a casually attired one, such a study in black was he: sunglasses, Polo shirt, slacks, shoes. Gray was invading the dark curly hair, however, intruding as well into a beard he'd grown to save himself time, only to find trimming the thing was its own burden. He'd thought of shaving the damn thing off, at least twenty times, but that much of an expenditure of time he wasn't ready to invest.
Gil Grissom's life was his work, and his work was death.
Nick Stokes, behind the wheel, parked the black CSI Tahoe behind the NLVPD cruiser; after him, Warrick Brown pulled in a second Tahoe. Grissom and Stokes had ridden in the lead vehicle while Warrick shared his with fellow CSIs, Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle.
Muscular, former college jock Nick had dark hair cut close and an easy smile that belied how seriously he took his job. The heroic-jawed CSI wore jeans and a T-shirt with the LVPD badge embroidered over the left breast.
Green-eyed, African-American Warrick was tall and slender, and his expression seemed serious most of the time, though wry twists of humor did come through. In his untucked brown T-shirt and khaki slacks, the loose-limbed Warrick seemed more relaxed than Nick, but Grissom knew both young men were tightly wired, in a good way, excellent analysts and dedicated hard workers.
Even more intense than her two male teammates, Sara Sidle wore her dark hair to her shoulders and preferred comfortable clothes like today's tan T-shirt and brown slacks. Still, she was as striking in her way as Catherine Willows, a redhead with the chiseled features of a model and the slenderly curvaceous body of a dancer. Wearing an aqua tank top and navy slacks, Catherine still more closely resembled the exotic performer she had been to the crack scientist she'd become.
Though they worked the graveyard shift, Grissom's team -- thanks to manpower shortages this week -- was currently working overtime to help cover dayshift court appearances and vacations. Normally, these CSIs would have showed up at a crime scene in the middle of the night, but with the OT, they found themselves arriving at this one with the summer sun already high in a cloudless blue sky, the heat dry but not oppressive, tourist friendly.
Pulling off his sunglasses, Grissom studied the bungalow: tiny and, particularly for this neighborhood, still in decent repair. The dirt yard was small and bisected by a crumbling sidewalk that passed a steel flagpole on its way to the open front door. Two flags hung limp on the windless day, an American flag at the top and a Green Bay Packers one beneath it, while a short gravel driveway ran up the far side of the house, a dark blue early nineties Chevy parked in the middle.
Even though homes surrounded the bungalow all along the block, to Grissom, the house looked lonely, somehow. Heat shimmered off the pavement outside this house; but sadness shimmered off the house itself.
As Grissom hopped down from the Tahoe, his peripheral vision caught an unmarked Ford pulling up on the other side of the street. He paused to glance back and see the detective getting out, a lanky six-three in an ill-fitting gray suit -- Bill Damon. The detective was still in his late twenties, having been with the North Las Vegas PD for five or six years, now deep into his first year as a detective. Though his pants always seemed an inch or so too short, and his jacket seemed large enough for a man twice his size, Damon fit the job nicely -- if still unseasoned as a detective, this was a good cop, with his heart in the right place.
While more than a hundred thousand souls made North Las Vegas their home -- and had their own police department -- the Las Vegas crime scene analysts served all of Clark County, which meant occasionally the CSIs worked with detectives from departments other than their own. Grissom had run into Damon on a couple of cases before, but always as the secondary detective, never the primary.
As the detective crossed the street, he held out his hand to Grissom -- long, slender fingers with big, knobby knuckles.
"Gil," he said as they shook. "Been a while."
"Yes it has," Grissom said, offering up a noncommital smile.
"Checked inside yet?"
The CSI supervisor shook his head. "Just got here. All we know is it's a 420."
Damon shrugged. "Which is what I know. Guess we better get informed...."
"Always a good policy."
While Grissom's team unloaded their gear from the back of their vehicles, a stocky, sawed-off uniformed cop walked over from the front door of the bungalow to join them. He carried a click-top ballpoint pen in one hand and a notebook in the other. His nametag said logan. An African-American of forty or so, he wore his hair trimmed short, which minimized the tiny patches of gray here and there. He stood just above the minimum height requirement, making the tall Damon seem towering.
Logan nodded to Grissom but gave his attention to his own department's detective.
"Hey, Henry," Damon said.
"Hey, Bill."
So much for small talk.
Logan smirked humorlessly, nodding back at the house. "Got a real ugly number for you in there. Guy murdered in his living room -- but I sure don't call that living."
Grissom asked, "You've been inside?"
Logan nodded, shrugged. "Don't worry -- your evidence oughta be waiting, and plenty of it. All I did was clear the place and make sure the killer was gone. One path in, one path out."
"Good," Grissom said, looking toward the house again.
No screen and the front door yawned wide.
"Did you open that door, Officer Logan?" Grissom asked.
"Hell no. Do I look like -- "
"Have you done this before? Cleared a murder scene?"
"Had my fair share of bodies over the years. And this is the kind of corpse you don't trip over or anything -- guy's in plain sight from the front doorway, and dead as shit."
Grissom's smile was so small it barely qualified. "Officer, I don't care how many murders you've covered, our victim deserves more respect than that."
Logan looked at Grissom like the CSI was from outer space.
Damon asked, "You're sure he's dead?"
Logan gave the detective a vaguely patronizing look. "Hey, I been doin' this a long time, Bill. Like I said, this guy's dead as...can be -- or I'd have an ambulance here and we'd be wheeling him out. Take a look for yourself."
But Grissom wasn't satisfied with the background yet. "How did the call come in?"
"Next-door neighbor," Logan said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "She went out to the street to get her mail..."
Logan pointed at the row of mailboxes running along the curb.
The cop continued: "...then our neighbor lady glanced over and saw the door open. The guy who lives here..." He checked his notebook. "...guy who lived there, Marvin Sandred, usually worked during the day. So, when the neighbor, woman named..." He checked his notebook again. "...Tammy Hinton, saw the door standing open, she went to check on the place. One gander at the body and she phoned us."
Grissom asked, "She said it was Sandred?"
"Yeah."
"We should talk to her."
"Yeah," Damon said, as if reminding everyone, including himself, that he was in charge, "we should talk to her right away."
"I can cover that," Logan said, but shook his head. "I'm just not sure it'll do any good, right now. She was pretty shook up, which is why I sent her home. Anything else you need?"
"No, Henry," Damon said. "Thank you."
Logan frowned at Grissom. "All due respect, Dr. Grissom -- I know who you are, everybody does -- I don't appreciate you going all self-righteous on me."
With no inflection, Grissom said, "Then don't use terms like 'dead as shit' to describe a murder victim."
Logan's indignation faded to embarrassment. "Yeah, okay. Point taken. No harm, no foul?"
"Not yet," Grissom said.
Logan headed to the neighbor's house, while Damon said, "You ready to check this out?"
"Yes."
Grissom started for the house, the CSIs and the North Las Vegas cops trailing in his wake. Over his shoulder, he said, "Nick, you take the backyard -- Warrick, the front."
"You got it, Gris," Nick said.
Warrick just nodded.
While the two CSIs peeled off, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara -- trailed by Detective Damon -- pressed on to the front door atop a two-step stoop. At the threshold, he stopped.
"Sara," Grissom said, as he and the others snugged on their latex gloves, "let's see if there are any prints on the doorbell."
She nodded and stepped off to the side. Like the other CSIs, she had lugged along her tool-kit-style crime-scene case, which she set down on the concrete, and got to it.
Grissom led the way through the front door, Catherine right behind; Damon was lingering on the porch, watching Sara work, making conversation that she wasn't taking much part in.
The house was dark, curtains drawn, lights off. In the gloom, Grissom could nonetheless see that the living room was to the right, the kitchen through a doorway to the back and a hallway, at the rear of the living room, led to the bedrooms and bathroom.
Next to him, Catherine clicked on her mini-flash. There could be no turning on of lights until the switches and their plates had been dusted for prints. She used the beam to highlight doorways, then settled on the corpse, at right.
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Product details
- ASIN : B000FCK30K
- Publisher : Pocket Books; Reissue edition (April 1, 2005)
- Publication date : April 1, 2005
- Language : English
- File size : 903 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 304 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #124,419 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #125 in Movie Tie-In Fiction
- #840 in TV, Movie & Game Tie-In Fiction
- #2,724 in Police Procedurals (Kindle Store)
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Max Allan Collins is a New York Times bestselling author of original mysteries, a Shamus award winner and an experienced author of movie adaptions and tie-in novels. His graphic novel ROAD TO PERDITION was made into a major motion picture by Tom Hanks's production company, Playtone.
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Collins does well with staying true to the world & characters that have been established. Dialogue sounds authentic for each; and it's quite easy to picture & hear William Peterson, George Eads, Marg Helgenberger, etc. saying the lines.
The story deviates slightly from the traditional form of the early CSI shows, in that instead of 2 cases, the entire team is working on one. Recent murders resemble decade old murders from an uncaught serial killer. In typical CSI fashion, evidence is collected, analyzed & investigations begin. The evidence appears to lead to one suspect then another & eventually it all falls into place & the killer is caught. I liked having Brass more in the forefront & the serial killer & MO were well crafted. Not that the CSI's never pull their guns in the show, but there was a little too much of that in the book that it felt out of place.
The show always has portrayed CSI's interrogating suspects/witnesses....This DOES NOT HAPPEN...that's the police's job; but the author stays true to the established universe, so it is like reading an episode. That's what I look for in a tie-in novel, good plot, characters that feel & sound like the ones already known & in the end, could I see this played out on screen. The answer is yes. The book hits on most marks. I loved the early years with Grissom & if you liked the show when it first began, would recommend this entertaining, quick read.
I found the book to be perhaps even more visual than the TV series, as the author makes some rather funny, yet detailed descriptions of the case. Most of the characters were introduced and were developed very well. Grissom still seemed like ol' Grissom and Brass seemed to be passionate about his job as ever. I really enjoyed reading the novel, as I crave for mystery and murder. I think that reading this book would be a good opportunity for those who have previously watched the TV series because then it is more fun to really picture the characters as you would hear/see on TV.
I'd highly recommend this book to CSI fans (Las Vegas please!) because who doesn't love the LVPD cast? It'll definitely take you a step higher than the TV show visually. :)
The characters more closely resemble those seen on TV. I finished it in a day - was hard to put down.
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なぜならその殺害方法は、10年ほど前にラスベガスを震撼させ、未解決のままになっている連続殺人犯「CASt」のものであり、Brassがまさに当時の担当だったからだ。犯人は逮捕されなかったが、2年ほどでその残虐な犯行は突然終わっていた。今になって突然また犯行が行われたのは何故か?「CASt」本人なのか、それともコピーキャットなのか?犯行現場には、当時、警察以外では、2人のマスコミ関係者しか知らない証拠も残されていた。BrassとCSIは困難な捜査に挑んでいく。
いつものTVドラマとちょっと印象が違う。まず、今回は犯罪はこの1つ。一致団結してひとつの犯罪捜査に挑んでいくのだ。それと、やはり現在進行形なので、じっくり証拠と向き合うというよりは、まるで走っている犯人を追いかけていくようなスピード感がある。CSI
ファンには是非お勧めです。
英語はカミンスキーよりはかなり難易度が高いので、心して挑まれますよう。文字はあまり小さくすぎなくて安心です。
This one is no expection, I like the books written by Max Allan Collins.