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Rage: An Alex Delaware Novel Kindle Edition
Troy Turner and Rand Duchay were barely teenagers when they murdered a younger child. While Troy died violently behind bars, the hulking, slow-witted Rand managed to survive his stretch. Now, at age twenty-one, he’s emerged a haunted, rootless man with a pressing need: to talk—once again—with psychologist Alex Delaware. But when Rand’s life comes to a brutal end, his words die with him.
LAPD homicide detective Milo Sturgis suspects that either karma or revenge caught up with Rand, but Delaware’s suspicions run darker. As Delaware and Sturgis retrace their steps through a grisly murder case that devastated a community, they discover madness, suicide, and even uglier truths waiting to be unearthed. And the nearer they come to understanding an unspeakable crime, the more harrowingly close they get to unmasking a monster hiding in plain sight.
BONUS: This edition contains an excerpt from Jonathan Kellerman's Guilt.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBallantine Books
- Publication dateMay 24, 2005
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THERAPY
“Labyrinthine twists, excellent pacing, and hard-boiled, swaggering dialogue.”
–The Washington Post
“Immensely enjoyable . . . there’s even a shocking surprise.”
–Associated Press
“A tight, engaging . . . brainteaser.”
–New York Daily News
THE CONSPIRACY CLUB
“An unnerving, highly cinematic plot . . . [Kellerman has] headed off into different terrain . . . with striking success.”
–JANET MASLIN, The New York Times
“[Kellerman] keeps the creepiness coming until the big-twist finish.”
–People
“Turn the page and you’re hooked.”
–The New York Times Book Review
From the Hardcover edition.
From the Inside Flap
Troy Turner and Rand Duchay were barely teenagers when they kidnapped and murdered a younger child. Troy, a remorseless sociopath, died violently behind bars. But the hulking, slow-witted Rand managed to survive his stretch. Now, at age twenty-one, he s emerged a haunted, rootless young man with a pressing need: to talk once again with psychologist Alex Delaware. But the young killer comes to a brutal end, that conversation never takes place.
Has karma caught up with Rand? Or has someone waited for eight patient years to dine on ice-cold revenge? Both seem strong possibilities to Sturgis, but Delaware s suspicions run deeper . . . and darker. Because fear in the voice of the grownup Rand Duchay and his eerie final words to Alex: "I m not a bad person" betray untold secrets. Buried revelations so horrendous, and so damning, they re worth killing for.
As Delaware and Sturgis retrace their steps through a grisly murder case that devastated a community, they discover a chilling legacy of madness, suicide, and multiple killings left in its wake and even uglier truths waiting to be unearthed. And the nearer they come to understanding an unspeakable crime, the more harrowingly close they get to unmasking a monster hiding in plain sight.
Rage finds Jonathan Kellerman in phenomenal form orchestrating a relentlessly suspenseful, devilishly unpredictable plot to a finale as stunning and thought-provoking as it is satisfying.
About the Author
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On a slow, chilly Saturday in December, shortly after the Lakers overcame a sixteen-point halftime deficit and beat New Jersey, I got a call from a murderer.
I hadn’t watched basketball since college, had returned to it because I was working at developing my leisure skills. The woman in my life was visiting her grandmother in Connecticut, the woman who used to be in my life was living in Seattle with her new guy—temporarily, she claimed, as if I had a right to care—and my caseload had just abated.
Three court cases in two months: two child-custody disputes, one relatively benign, the other nightmarish; and an injury consult on a fifteen-year-old girl who’d lost a hand in a car crash. Now all the papers were filed and I was ready for a week or two of nothing.
I’d downed a couple of beers during the game and was nearly dozing on my living room sofa. The distinctive squawk of the business phone roused me. Generally, I let my service pick up. Why I answered, I still can’t say.
“Dr. Delaware?”
I didn’t recognize his voice. Eight years had passed.
“Speaking. Who’s this?”
“Rand.”
Now I remembered. The same slurred voice deepened to a man’s baritone. By now he’d be a man. Some kind of man.
“Where are you calling from, Rand?”
“I’m out.”
“Out of the C.Y.A.”
“I, uh . . . yeah, I finished.”
As if it had been a course of study. Maybe it had been. “When?”
“Coupla weeks.”
What could I say? Congratulations? God help us?
“What’s on your mind, Rand?”
“Could I, uh, talk to you?”
“Go ahead.”
“Uh, not this . . . like talk . . . for real.”
“In person.”
“Yeah.”
The living room windows were dark. Six forty-five p.m. “What do you want to talk about, Rand?”
“Uh, it would be . . . I’m kinda . . .”
“What’s on your mind, Rand?”
No answer.
“Is it something about Kristal?”
“Ye-ah.” His voice broke and bisected the word.
“Where are you calling from?” I said.
“Not far from you.”
My home office address was unlisted. How do you know where I live?
I said, “I’ll come to you, Rand. Where are you?”
“Uh, I think . . . Westwood.”
“Westwood Village?”
“I think . . . lemme see . . .” I heard a clang as the phone dropped. Phone on a cord, traffic in the background. A pay booth. He was off the line for over a minute.
“It says Westwood. There’s this big uh, a mall. With this bridge across.”
A mall. “Westside Pavilion?”
“I guess.”
Two miles south of the village. Comfortable distance from my house in the Glen. “Where in the mall are you?”
“Uh, I’m not in there. I kin see it across the street. There’s a . . . I think it says Pizza. Two z’s . . . yeah, pizza.”
Eight years and he could barely read. So much for rehab.
It took awhile but I got the approximate location: Westwood Boulevard, just north of Pico, east side of the street, a green and white and red sign shaped like a boot.
“I’ll be there in fifteen, twenty minutes, Rand. Anything you want to tell me now?”
“Uh, I . . . can we meet at the pizza place?”
“You hungry?”
“I ate breakfast.”
“It’s dinnertime.”
“I guess.”
“See you in twenty.”
“Okay . . . thanks.”
“You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me before you see me?”
“Like what?”
“Anything at all.”
More traffic noise. Time stretched.
“Rand?”
“I’m not a bad person.”
CHAPTER 2
What happened to Kristal Malley was no whodunit. The day after Christmas, the two-year-old accompanied her mother to the Buy-Rite Plaza in Panorama City. The promise of MEGA-SALE!!! DEEP DISCOUNTS!!! had stuffed the shabby, fading mall with bargain-hunters. Teenagers on winter break loitered near the Happy Taste food court and congregated among the CD racks of Flip Disc Music. The black-lit box of din that was the Galaxy Video Emporium pulsed with hormones and hostility. The air reeked of caramel corn and mustard and body odor. Frigid air blew through the poorly fitting doors of the recently closed indoor ice-skating rink.
Kristal Malley, an active, moody toddler of twenty-five months, managed to elude her mother’s attention and pull free of her grasp. Lara Malley claimed the lapse had been a matter of seconds; she’d turned her head to finger a blouse in the sale bin, felt her daughter’s hand slip from hers, turned to grab her, found her gone. Elbowing her way through the throng of other shoppers, she’d searched for Kristal, calling out her name. Screaming it.
Mall security arrived; two sixty-year-old men with no professional police experience. Their requests for Lara Malley to calm down so they could get the facts straight made her scream louder and she hit one of them on the shoulder. The guards restrained her and phoned the police.
Valley uniforms responded fourteen minutes later and a store-by-store search of the mall commenced. Every store was scrutinized. All bathrooms and storage areas were inspected. A troop of Eagle Scouts was summoned to help. K-9 units unleashed their dogs. The canines picked up the little girl’s scent in the store where her mother had lost her. Then, overwhelmed by thousands of other smells, the dogs nosed their way toward the mall’s eastern exit and floundered.
The search lasted six hours. Uniforms talked to each departing shopper. No one had seen Kristal. Night fell. Buy-Rite closed. Two Valley detectives stayed behind and reviewed the mall’s security videotapes.
All four machines utilized by the security company were antiquated and poorly maintained, and the black-and-white films were hazy and dark, blank for minutes at a time.
The detectives concentrated on the time period immediately following Kristal Malley’s reported disappearance. Even that wasn’t simple; the machines’ digital readouts were off by three to five hours. Finally, the right frames were located.
And there it was.
Long shot of a tiny figure dangling between two males. Kristal Malley had been wearing sweatpants and so did the figure. Tiny legs kicked.
Three figures exiting the mall at the east end. Nothing more; no cameras scanned the parking lot.
The tape was replayed as the D’s scanned for details. The larger abductor wore a light-colored T-shirt, jeans, and light shoes, probably sneakers. Short, dark hair. From what the detectives could tell, he seemed heavily built.
No facial features. The camera, posted high in a corner, picked up frontal views of incoming shoppers but only the backs of those departing.
The second male was shorter and thinner than his companion, with longer hair that appeared blond. He wore a dark-colored tee, jeans, sneakers.
Sue Kramer said, “They look like kids to me.”
“I agree,” said Fernie Reyes.
They continued viewing the tape. For an instant, Kristal Malley had twisted in her captor’s grasp and the camera caught 2.3 seconds of her face.
Too distant and poorly focused to register anything but a tiny, pale disk. The lead detective, a DII named Sue Kramer, had said, “Look at that body language. She’s struggling.”
“And no one’s noticing,” said her partner, Fernando Reyes, pointing to the stream of shoppers pouring in and out of the mall. People flowed around the little girl as if she were a piece of flotsam in a marina.
“Everyone probably figured they were horsing around,” said Kramer. “Dear God.”
Lara Malley had already viewed the tape through tears and hyperventilated breathing, and she didn’t recognize the two abductors.
“How can I?” she whimpered. “Even if I knew them, they’re so far away.”
Kramer and Reyes played it for her again. And again. Six more times. With each viewing, she shook her head more slowly. By the time a uniform entered the security room and announced “The father’s here,” the poor woman was nearly catatonic.
Figuring the video arcade attracted kids to the mall, the detectives brought in Galaxy’s owner and the two clerks who’d been on duty, brothers named Lance and Preston Kukach, acned, high-school dropout geeks barely out of their teens.
It took only a second for the owner to say, “The tape stinks but that’s Troy.” He was a fifty-year-old Caltech-trained engineer named Al Nussbaum, who’d made more money during three years of renting out video machines than a decade at the Jet Propulsion Labs. That day, he’d taken his own kids horseback riding, had come in to check the receipts.
“Which one’s Troy?” said Sue Kramer.
Nussbaum pointed to the smaller kid in the dark T-shirt. “He comes in all the time, always wears that shirt. It’s a Harley shirt, see the logo, here?”
His finger tapped the back of the tee. To Kramer and Reyes, the alleged winged logo was a faint gray smudge.
“What’s Troy’s last name?” said Kramer.
“Don’t know, but he’s a regular.” Nussbaum turned to Lance and Preston. The brothers nodded.
Fernie Reyes said, “What kind of kid is he, guys?”
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- Publisher : Ballantine Books (May 24, 2005)
- Publication date : May 24, 2005
- Language : English
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About the author
Jonathan Kellerman is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than three dozen bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher’s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, Twisted, True Detectives, and The Murderer’s Daughter. With his wife, bestselling novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. With his son, bestselling novelist Jesse Kellerman, he co-authored The Golem of Hollywood and The Golem of Paris. He is also the author of two children’s books and numerous nonfiction works, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children and With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California, New Mexico, and New York.
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A minor flaw is that the book ended too abruptly. It needed a little more of a wind-down.
SPOILER ALERT!
There is a hint toward the end of the book that Alex and Allison may be heading for a split and Robin may reappear...Mr Kellerman, if you read these reviews, DON'T DO IT. While one criticism I would level at all of the Alex D. books is that the two female love interests do not have very well-developed characters, as far as they go, Allison is preferable. Robin is kind on whiney.
exception. Entertaining mystery and interesting characters
with the usual bits of character development among the
main cast. As with most of the books in this series
the resolution seems a bit forced and doesn't live up
to the buildup, but all in all this is another fun book
in a good entertaining series.
Alex Delaware always seems preoccupied by detailed memories of past and present girlfriends. You don't need to be a psychologist to do that.
Sometimes his soliliqies about psychology seem endless, page after page. Too wordy. And psychology is at best a vague science. His use of the word borderline makes more sense than most.
The plots are good but usually include so many characters that you have to read the book two or three times to remember who's who. And he regurgitates his prior novel contents ad nauseam.
I think he has improved over time, mostly because the cop Milo Sturgis takes more of a leading role.
I think this review includes all his books, but still I like them, and I'll buy the next one too, so I guess I'm a fan.
A word of warning. His wife's novels are dreadful.
Hurrah! Rage is Kellerman in top form. His writing is tight and twisty, his dialogue profound and I was every bit as satisfied as in the old days. He left Rage on somewhat of a T.B.C., and I am taking that as a good sign that he will pick it up where he left off. It could continue very well from that perspective.
A note to another reviewer however: M.S. Butch, I DESPISE haughty Allison with her Jaguar and her Jimmy Choos. Robin is much more quirky and loveable, and funnily enough, I begged Kellerman to Please get rid of Allison in my last review. However I think it would be very interesting if Alex Delaware were without a girlfriend for a while. That would open up a whole new world for old Alex, don't you think? There have been precious few sex scenes in his Delaware books lately.
To end the review, I really loved this book, and hope I don't have to wait out another Petra to get to the next Delaware!
One final note on the lack of romance subject. I too agree with another reviewer: bring back the dog, forget the women! Milo's sex life is more interesting, and we don't even get to read about it...
I am quite pleased to say that Mr. Kellerman is my favorite contemporary fiction author. His work quintessentially resonates with me, and I cannot count the evenings in which I've topped off the day by reading his great books (and had difficulty putting his books down). In 'Rage,' he hits it out of the ballpark once again. I find the remarkable fashion by which he sets forth his characters in his Alex Delaware books to be a genuine pleasure, and quite fascinating. ALL of his books are of similar enjoyment and impeccable quality. Please know I don't say these things lightly...Mr. Kellerman is a genuine artist who has made my world a better place.
Dr. Glen Hepker (author of “A Glimpse of Heaven: The Philosophy of True Health)
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Leider komme ich nur Abends dazu, schaffe also nicht mehr als zwei - drei Kapitel. (Ich lese es in Englisch).
Das Einzige, was vielleicht etwas anstrengend ist, sind die sehr vielen Personen, die direkt und indirekt mitmachen oder eine Rolle spielen.
Da fragt man sich dann irgendwann plötzlich kopfkratzend: "Jane Hannabee? Wer ist das denn schon wieder?" Ich weiß es immer noch nicht, müsste zurückblättern. Vermutlich die Mutter von Troy Turner.
Aber man gewöhnt sich dran.
Und natürlich schreibt Dr. Kellerman für sein englischsprachiges Publikum. Er benutzt daher ganz ungeniert viele Abkürzungen und nicht selten Worte, die man im Dictionary nicht findet. Aber wenn man sich dran gewöhnt hat, geht es gut. Nicht so leicht runterlesbar wie die Potter-Bücher, aber, man liest sich ein.
Was mir immer am besten gefällt, ist, dass J. Kellerman keine fachlichen Fehler macht. Man merkt ihm an, dass er in dem Metier des Alex Delaware selbst zu Hause ist. Da bin ich durch andere haarsträubende Bücher anderes gewohnt.
Das Einzige, was mich etwas stört, ist, dass Robin Castagna wohl wieder auftauchen wird. Die konnte ich noch nie leiden.
The nineteenth book from Jonathan Kellerman featuring psychologist Dr Alex Delaware and LAPD lieutenant Milo Sturgis. Delaware’s former girlfriend Robyn Castagna has moved away from Los Angeles and his relationship with new partner Dr Alison Gwynn, also a psychologist, is gaining momentum. However out of sight does not mean out of mind.
Delaware is contacted by a former patient who has recently been released from prison. Delaware had evaluated the individual some years previously when he and another individual were accused of committing a particularly gruesome murder. The person asks to meet Delaware because he has something important to tell him. The individual does not show and his body is found shortly afterwards after being shot at close range.
Delaware and Sturgis take the case with particular curiosity around why the person wanted to speak to Delaware. This involves looking at the original murder and they soon discover that some of those directly involved have themselves died in mysterious circumstances since. Their enquiries reveal several people who have been involved throughout many of whom had their own perspectives and agendas on the original murder.
God-fearing Christians, no-hope drug addicts and Hollywood moguls all have their part to play and their reasons for being involved. It soon becomes apparent that someone is as keen to cover things up as Delaware and Sturgis are to uncover the truth of the matter. That person appears willing to go to any length to keep their secrets hidden.
In an excellent book Kellerman exposes yet again the dark deeds we are all capable of and the intense motivation we share to keep things under wraps. It is argued that the truth will set us free but what becomes apparent here is that not everyone’s truth is the same thing and there are many different slants and interpretations on a murderous act.