Moon Music
A gripping detective story set in Las Vegas from New York Times bestselling author Faye KellermanA brutal murder…In the desert just outside the bright lights of Las Vegas, a horrific discovery is made. The body of a young, beautiful Vegas showgirl is found – mutilated almost beyond recognition.A detective with everything to prove…Detective Sergeant Romulus Poe is struck by the similarities to an unsolved case from years ago – and a killer known as “the Bogeyman”. But when he discovers one of his colleagues slept with the showgirl, the case takes an even stranger twist.A case which exposes the underbelly of a city…As Poe investigates, he is caught up in Las Vegas’s hidden history – from Native American legends to modern scientific secrets. And when the body of another young woman is found, the race is on to stop a murderer who is becoming bolder with every passing day.
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Moon Music
Faye Kellerman
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First published in the United States by William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, 1998
This ebook edition published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Faye Kellerman 1998
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Ebook Edition © April 2019 ISBN: 9780008293574
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Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
It was a land—hostile and unforgiving. Vast stretches of savage, alkaline desert where the wind blasted grit in the winters and summers were relentless hours of sweltering heat. Deep into August, the wasteland surfaces withered and cracked, producing deep fissures to a fiery hell. An area so seemingly without heartbeat that it had once been used for atomic bomb testing.
But to the chosen few—like herself—it was a place called home. Because she knew this barren topology as well as she knew every cell in her body. She knew its crevices, its caves, its rocks, and its shelters. As she surveyed the area from above, a tear formed in her eye.
Once, the mesas had held flourishing greenlands—wild grasses and flowers fed by natural artesian springs. So beautiful the Indians had referred to the land as The Meadows, translated into Spanish as Las Vegas. But the White Man grew greedy and raped the ground’s precious resources—the oh-so-righteous Mormons with their all-knowing God, the silver prospectors with their debauchery, the Department of Energy shooting off bombs, the gaudy gangsters bringing crimes and corruption, and the billionaires with their lifeless corporate empires.
All of them—parasites. They may have built the desert, but they couldn’t make it bloom. Because they never gave a thought to the land’s indigenous inhabitants—the majestic bighorn sheep, the powerful rattlesnakes, the playful rabbits, the ancient desert tortoises, the clever coyotes, and the beautiful, athletic birds which soared in the open sky as if gliding to heaven.
Still, she smiled. There was hope. Because the land rapers had been all take and no give, they were in the dark about the true power of the land, unaware of its deep mystery and magical forces. Mired in tunnel vision, they were ignorant that the land and its creatures had power.
But she knew the secret.
The desert could fight back.
Ignoring the subtle vibrations under his pillow because he was just too damn comfortable. Warm and sated, inhaling the rich sensuality of musky sex. With force, Jensen opened a rebellious lid, his vision assaulted by the Strip’s strobic neon. Outside the winds moaned, pushing everything in their paths. Grit crackled against the picture window as his eyes swept over the vista. A panoply of garish colors nonexistent in nature.
Looking away from the glass, back down at his covers. Beside him, Gretchen slept—young and lithe—beads of sweat lining the crack of her small, round ass. He wanted to take a bite out of it. His breathing became pronounced, audible.
Then his pager went off again.
Jensen swore to himself, then, with resignation, lifted his head from the pillow. He’d never realized how much a cranium could weigh. Digging his palms into the mattress, he hoisted his large frame forward until he was sitting. He tried to make out the number in the dark, but gave up and flicked on the light.
