Peter Decker 3-Book Thriller Collection
THREE GRIPPING PETER DECKER AND RINA LAZARUS CRIME NOVELS FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR FAYE KELLERMAN.SACRED AND PROFANE: The second book in the Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus series. Detective Peter Decker is enjoying a well-earned camping vacation—until Rina’s son Sammy stumbles upon a gruesome sight . . .Two human skeletons, charred beyond recognition, are identified by forensics as teenage girls—and for Decker, the father of a sixteen-year-old daughter, vacation time is over. Throwing himself into the murder case, he launches a very personal investigation: a quest that pulls him deep into the crack dens of Hollywood Boulevard and painfully close to the children of the streets and a nightmare world he must make his own.MILK AND HONEY: The third book in the Decker and Lazarus series. In the silent pre-dawn city hours, LAPD detective Peter Decker finds a small child, abandoned and covered with blood that is not her own.Obsessed by this case, Decker is determined to follow the scant clues to an answer. But his trail is leading him to a killing ground where four bodies lie still and lifeless. And by the time Rina returns, Peter Decker is already held fast in a sticky mass of hatred, passion, and murder—in a world where intense sweetness is accompanied by a deadly sting.DAY OF ATONEMENT: The fourth book in the Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus series. Decker and Lazarus’s holiday comes to an abrupt end when a boy vanishes from the midst of a close-knit religious community – a troubled youth fleeing the tight bonds and strictures he felt were strangling him.The runaway, Noam, is not travelling alone. A killer has taken him under his wing to introduce Noam to a savage world of blood and terror. And now Decker must find them both before a psychopath ends the life of a confused and frightened youngster whose only sin was to want something more.
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Sacred and Profane
Milk and Honey Day of Atonement
Faye Kellerman
HarperCollinsPublishers
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Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2014 ISBN: 9780008104658
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Table of Contents
Sacred and Profane
Faye Kellerman
Copyright
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 77â85 Fulham Palace Road Hammersmith, London W6 8JB www.harpercollins.co.uk
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publisher 2014
Copyright © Plot Line, Inc. 1987
Cover photographs © Shutterstock.com
Faye Kellerman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authorâs imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Ebook Edition © January 2014 ISBN: 9780007536382
Version: 2014-09-04
Dedication
For my rocks of ages, past and present:
My father, Oscar, alav hashalom.
I miss you very much. My mother, Anne.
My ingenious one and only, Jonathan.
And the three musketeers, Jesse, Rachel, and Ilana.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Acknowledgments
1
You can keep your white Christmas, thought Decker dreamily, as sunlight blanketed his prone frame. Give me December in L.A. anytime. Currier and Ives snowscapes looked swell on wrapping paper, but as far as he was concerned, icy Christmas winters were best left to penguins and polar bears.
Besides, he wasnât really sure what relevance Christmasâwith or without snowâheld for him any more. No tree adorned the picture window of his living room, no cards sat atop the mantle of the fireplace, no multicolored lights hung along the wood planked siding of his ranch. Hell, here it was the day of Christmas Eve and he was out camping in the foothills, isolated from civilization, playing big brother to two little boys with yarmulkes. Christmas had never been a big deal to him, but still it felt strange. Some habits were hard to shake.
Using his knapsack for a pillow, he shifted onto his back. The air was sweet and tangy, the ground rich with mulch. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he noticed that it had been cooked a deep salmon and he cursed his coloring, typical for a redheadâall burn, no tan. He should have been more generous with the sunscreen. The arm, already dully throbbing, would blossom into full-fledged pain by tonight. He propped himself onto his elbows and called out to Ginger. The Irish setter trotted over to him, plopped down by his side, and went to sleep.
Decker glanced at Sammy, who sat twenty feet away, reading while dipping his toes into an isolated pool of rainwater. Behind him, a narrow stream carried mountain run-off from last weekâs rains. Earlier in the day, Decker had offered to take the boys wading, but Sammy had complained that the water was too cold. Though he wasnât weak or timid, he just wasnât keen on the outdoors. The star-studded nighttime sky, the hikes, the cookouts had left him unmoved. Though he insisted he was having the time of his life, Decker knew the kid would have been just as happy holed up anywhere as long as he had Deckerâs undivided attention. The boy could talk. Often, after his younger brother, Jacob, had fallen asleep, Sammy would start to pour his heart out, engaging Decker in conversation that sometimes lasted until the early hours of the morning. He was an overly mature kid, not surprising for the first born whoâd taken on the role of man of the house.
