The 9th Judgment (Women's Murder Club)
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During an intimate dinner party, a cat burglar breaks into the home of A-list actor Marcus Dowling. When his wife walks in on the thief, the situation quickly teeters out of control, leaving an empty safe and a lifeless body.
The same night, a woman and her infant child are ruthlessly gunned down in an abandoned garage. The killer hasn't left a shred of evidence, except for a foreboding and cryptic message: WCF, the letters written in blood-red letters.
With two deranged killers on the loose Detective Lindsay Boxer calls on the Women's Murder Club to help her stop the insane killers. But someone is leaking information to the press--details that only those on the inside could know. As allegations fly that Lindsay is the source, she has to wonder--how much she can trust her closest friends?
But there are, what, thousands and thousands of former military guys in the city? And half of them fit this guy’s description. Hey, what’s this?” I asked as another video came on the screen. I watched with my mouth open as a handheld camera bumped along behind Claire. It was recording her leaving the morgue, heading to the parking lot just outside her office. Reporters fired questions about the victims and asked her if there was anything she could tell the people of San Francisco. Claire turned
back to the store, and next thing, there’s sirens coming up the road. I turn on my police band and hear that there’s been a shooting.” “Could you ID this guy from photos?” I asked. “I can do better than that. Everything that guy did inside and in front of my store was recorded on high-quality digital media. I can make you a disk off my hard drive right now.” “Was he wearing gloves?” “No,” said Kennedy. “No, he wasn’t.” “How’d he pay for the phone?” Conklin asked. “Cash,” Kennedy said. “I
“She had two children in a stroller. Christ!” “We don’t know if the woman Kennedy saw was Veronica Williams. We’ve got six people screening all of the Pier Thirty-nine surveillance videos,” Brady said. “Look, Lindsay, I’d love to pick him up, but when we do it, we want to nail him good.” Brady was right. I would’ve been giving him the same lecture if our positions were reversed. “Anything on Gordon since he moved to San Francisco?” “As a matter of fact, a neighbor called in a domestic
on Dowling in the morning. Meanwhile, this is incredible. Hello Kitty returned the goods.” I grinned at Cindy as I quoted Hello Kitty’s letter, then I parked as close as I could to Susie’s. We both got out of the car and, squealing like little girls, ran a block through the sharp blowing rain. Walking into Susie’s is pretty much a peak experience every time. We’ve been coming here for years, so the place is packed with memories. The aroma of Susie’s special spicy fish stew was in the air. The
outstanding, girlfriend. Don’t quit.” I kissed her cheek and fled the bar. I drove my Explorer toward Market and got gridlocked. I put the Kojak light on my roof and hit the siren. Vehicles parted reluctantly, and I finally reached the entrance to the garage near the Stonestown Galleria. The mouth of the garage was cordoned off and blocked by a grumbling crowd of car owners. I held up my shield, ducked under the tape, and signed the log. Officer Joe Sorbero looked gray, as if he’d never seen