Fallen: A Novel by Karin Slaughter (English) Paperback Book

Description: Fallen by Karin Slaughter Georgia Bureau of Investigations Detective Faith Mitchell, her partner Will Trent, and trauma doctor Sara Linton join forces to find Faiths mother, missing after a deadly hostage situation that leaves Faith a murder suspect--and the scapegoat for police corruption, bribery, and murder. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • "A complex, gripping, and deadly serious novel that reflects anew [Karin] Slaughters abundant talent."—The Washington Post WATCH WILL TRENT ON ABC • "An absolute master . . . Slaughter creates some wonderfully complex and mature female characters, a distinctive achievement in the world of thrillers."—Chicago Tribune "You know what were here for. Hand it over, and well let her go." Theres no police training stronger than a cops instinct. Faith Mitchells mother isnt answering her phone. Her front door is open. Theres a bloodstain above the knob. Her infant daughter is hidden in a shed behind the house. All that the Georgia Bureau of Investigations taught Faith Mitchell goes out the window when she charges into her mothers house, gun drawn. She sees a man dead in the laundry room. She sees a hostage situation in the bedroom. What she doesnt see is her mother. . . . Faith is left with too many questions and not enough answers. To find her mother, shell need the help of her partner, Will Trent, and theyll both need the help of trauma doctor Sara Linton. But Faith isnt just a cop anymore—shes a witness. Shes also a suspect. The thin blue line hides police corruption, bribery, even murder. Faith will have to go up against the people she respects the most in order to find her mother and bring the truth to light—or bury it forever. Author Biography Karin Slaughter is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of numerous thrillers, including Cop Town, Unseen, Criminal, Fallen, Broken, Undone, Fractured, Beyond Reach, Triptych, Faithless, and the e-original short stories "Snatched" and "Busted." She is a native of Georgia. Review Praise for FALLEN"An amazing effort. This is Slaughters best book to date, and readers unfamiliar with her work will find this one a perfect place to begin."—Associated Press"The first 16 pages of Karin Slaughters new novel are a master class in suspense….Fallen, Slaughters 11th novel in 11 years, shows again that she is in the first rank of todays crime novelists. Her story is expertly written, exhaustively researched, steeped in police lore, deeply rooted in the authors native Georgia and exceedingly violent. Slaughter has a rare ability to balance violence with a compassionate view of her complex and all-too-human characters. Shes a supremely tough-minded novelist who often writes with exceptional sensitivity…..Fallen is a complex, gripping and deadly serious novel that reflects anew Slaughters abundant talent. If you havent read her, you should." —The Washington Post"Karin Slaughter has written a novel that is complex, unsettling, and with one of the meatiest suspense plots of the summer." —Tucson Citizen"Slaughter just keeps getting better!" —Romantic Times Book Review"Her talent is the equivalent of an Edgar Allan Poe or a Nathaniel Hawthorne.…You cant dismiss the growth of Slaughters talent. She has always been a good writer but of late she has become an exemplary storyteller, weaving her words with skill and intelligence. Fallen is a prime example of her talent….Sometime in the future, college classes will be devoted to Slaughters books and her writing skills will be dissected. She will be recognized as one of the great talents of the 21st century and will hold an honored place in the realm of world literature." —Huffington Post"Slaughter has always known how to pace the suspense in her stellar crime novels, but she really outdoes herself here….In what might be her best effort yet, Slaughter reveals the heart and soul of her characters within a highly choreographed, unrelentingly suspenseful plot." —Booklist (starred)"Karin has set a high bar with each of her books—and she delivers….Once you close it, you will need time to think about the story as you finally exhale." —Bookreporter"Gripping….a thriller sure to please Slaughters many fans." —Publishers Weekly"Slaughters thrillers are always exciting, but its her compelling characters that really make them page-turners." —Minneapolis Star Tribune"This is Slaughters best thriller yet." —BookloonsPRAISE FOR THE CRIME FICTION OF KARIN SLAUGHTER "Karin Slaughter is one of the best crime novelists in America."—The Washington Post "Crime fiction at its finest."—Michael Connelly "Slaughter writes like a razor . . . better than Cornwell can ever hope to be."—The Plain Dealer "Slaughter will have you on the edge of your seat."—The Seattle Post-Intelligencer "One of the boldest thriller writers working today."—Tess Gerritsen "Move over, Catherine Coulter—Slaughter may be todays top female suspense writer."—Library Journal (starred review) Review Quote Praise for FALLEN "An amazing effort. This is Slaughters best book to date, and readers unfamiliar with her work will find this one a perfect place to begin." -- Associated Press " The first 16 pages of Karin Slaughters new novel are a master class in suspense .... Fallen , Slaughters 11th novel in 11 years, shows again that Excerpt from Book SATURDAY CHAPTER ONE Faith Mitchell dumped the contents of her purse onto the passenger seat of her Mini, trying to find something to eat. Except for a furry piece of gum and a peanut of dubious origin, there was nothing remotely edible. She thought about the box of nutrition bars in her kitchen pantry, and her stomach made a noise that sounded like a rusty hinge groaning open. The computer seminar shed attended this morning was supposed to last three hours, but that had stretched into four and a half thanks to the jackass ion the front row who kept asking pointless questions. The Georgia Bureau of Investigation trained its agents more often than any other agency in the region. Statistics and data on criminal activities were constantly being drummed into their heads. They had to be up -to -date on all of the latest technology. They had to qualify at the range twice a year. They ran mock raids and active shooter simulations that were so intense that for weeks after, Faith couldnt go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without checking shadows in doorways. Usually, she appreciated the agencys thoroughness. Today, all she could think about was her four-month- old baby, and the promise Faith had made to her mother that she would be back no later than noon. The clock on the dash read ten after one oclock when she started the car. Faith mumbled a curse as she pulled out of the parking lot in front of the Panthersville Road headquarters. She used Bluetooth to dial her mothers number. The car speakers gave back a static-y silence. Faith hung up and dialed again. This time, she got a busy signal. Faith tapped her finger on the steering wheel as she listened to the bleating. Her mother had voicemail. Everybody had voicemail. Faith couldnt remember the last time shed heard a busy signal on the telephone. She had almost forgotten the sound. There was probably a crossed wire somewhere at the phone company. She hung up and tried the number a third time. Still busy. Faith steered with one hand as she checked her Blackberry for an email from her mother. Before Evelyn Mitchell retired, she had been a cop for just shy of four decades. You could say a lot about the Atlanta force, but you couldnt claim they were behind the times. Evelyn had carried a cell phone back when they were more like purses you strapped around your shoulder. Shed learned how to use email before her daughter had. Shed carried a Blackberry BlackBerry for almost fifteen years. But, she hadnt sent a message today. Faith checked her cell phone voicemail. She had a saved message from her dentists office about making an appointment to get her teeth cleaned, but there was nothing new. She tried her phone at home, thinking maybe her mother had gone there to pick up something for the baby. Faiths house was just down the road from Evelyns. Maybe Emma had run out of diapers. Maybe shed needed another bottle. Faith listened to the phone ring at her house, then heard her own voice answer, telling callers to leave a message. She ended the call. Without thinking, she glanced into the back seat. Emmas empty car seat was there. She could see the pink liner sticking out over the top of the plastic. "Idiot," Faith whispered to herself. She dialed her mothers cell phone number. She held her breath as she counted through three rings. Evelyns voicemail picked up. Faith had to clear her throat before she could speak. She was aware of a tremor in her tone. "Mom, Im on my way home. I guess you took Em for a walk ..." . . ." Faith looked up at the sky as she merged onto the interstate. She was about twenty minutes outside of Atlanta and could see fluffy white clouds draped like scarves around the skinny necks of skyscrapers. "Just call me," Faith said, worry needling the edge of her brain. Grocery store. Gas station. Pharmacy. Her mother had a car seat identical to the one in the back of Faiths car. She was probably out running errands. Faith was over an hour late. Evelyn wouldve taken the baby and ... . . . Left Faith a message that she was going to be out. The woman had been on call for the majority of her adult life. She didnt go to the toilet without letting someone know. Faith and her older brother, Zeke, had joked about it when they were kids. They always knew where their mother was, even when they didnt want to. Especially when they didnt want to. Faith stared at the phone in her hand as if it could tell her what was going on. She was aware that she might be letting herself get worked up over nothing. The landline could be out. Her mother wouldnt know this unless she tried to make a call. Her cell phone could be switched off or charging or both. Her Blackberry BlackBerry could be in her car or her purse or somewhere she couldnt hear the tell-telltale vibration. Faith glanced back and forth between the road and her Blackberry BlackBerry as she typed an email to her mother. She spoke the words aloud as she typed-- "On-my-way. Sorry-Im-late. Call-me." She sent the email, then tossed the phone onto the seat along with the spilled items from her purse. After a moments hesitation, Faith popped the gum into her mouth. She chewed as she drove, ignoring the purse lint clinging to her tongue. She turned on the radio, then snapped it back off. The traffic thinned as she got closer to the city. The clouds moved apart, sending down bright rays of sunshine. The inside of the car began to bake. Ten minutes out, Faiths nerves were still one edge, and she was sweating from the heat in the car. She cracked the sunroof to let in some air. This was probably a simple case of separation anxiety. Shed been back at work for a little over two months, but still, every morning when Faith left Emma at her mothers, she felt something akin to a seizure take hold. Her vision blurred. Her heart shook in her chest. Her head buzzed as if a million bees had flown into her ears. She was more irritable than usual at work, especially with her partner, Will Trent, who either had the patience of Job or was setting up a believable alibi for when he finally snapped and strangled her. Faith couldnt recall if she had felt this same anxiety with Jeremy, her son, who was now a freshman in college. Faith had been eighteen when she entered the police academy. Jeremy was three years old by then. She had grabbed onto the idea of joining the force as if it was the only life preserver left on the Titanic . Thanks to two minutes of poor judgment in the back of a movie theater and what foreshadowed a lifetime of breathtakingly bad taste in men, Faith had gone straight from puberty to motherhood without any of the usual stops in between. At eighteen, she had relished the idea of earning a steady paycheck so that she could move out of her parents house and raise Jeremy the way that she wanted. Going to work every day had been a step toward independence. Leaving him during the day had seemed like a small price to pay. Now that Faith was thirty-four, with a mortgage, a car payment, and another baby to raise on her own, she wanted nothing more than to move back into her mothers house so that Evelyn could take care of everything. She wanted to open the refrigerator and see food that she didnt have to buy. She wanted to turn on the air conditioner in the summer without worrying about having to pay the bill. She wanted to sleep until noon, and then watch TV all day. Hell, while she was at it, she might as well resurrect her father, whod died eleven years ago, so that he could make her pancakes at breakfast and tell her how pretty she was. No chance of that now. Evelyn seemed happy to play the role of nanny in her retirement, but Faith was under no illusion that her life was going to get any easier. Her own retirement was almost twenty years away. The Mini had another three years of payments and would be out of warranty well before that. Emma would expect food and clothing for at least the next eighteen years, if not more. And it wasnt like when Jeremy was a baby and Faith could dress him in mismatched socks and yard sale hand-me-downs. Babies today had to coordinate. They needed BPA-free bottles and certified organic applesauce from kindly Amish farmers. If Jeremy got into the architectural program at Georgia Tech, Faith was looking at six more years of buying books and doing his laundry. Most worryingly, her son had found a serious girlfriend. An older girlfriend with curvy hips and a ticking biological clock. Faith could be a grandmother before she turned thirty-five. An unwelcome heat rushed through her body as she tried to push this last thought from her mind. She che Details ISBN080418030X Author Karin Slaughter Short Title FALLEN Pages 448 Language English ISBN-10 080418030X ISBN-13 9780804180306 Media Book Residence Atlanta, GA, US Birth 1971 Series Will Trent Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-09-27 Subtitle A Novel Series Number 5 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-09-27 NZ Release Date 2016-09-27 US Release Date 2016-09-27 UK Release Date 2016-09-27 Place of Publication New York Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Paperback Imprint Dell Publishing Co Inc.,U.S. DEWEY FIC Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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