This was my first Patterson book I have read but I was well aware of his other novels and that it was part of the Women’s Club series and it also happened to be the 7th book in the series, luckily for me I found out that I did not have to read the first six in order to read the seventh book even though they refer back to events that happened in the previous book bur rest assured, nothing major. Also, the series contains the main characters (but the novels are mostly based around Lindsay Boxer) throughout the series of books. Also the Women’s murder series consist of 11 books so far, unless Patterson decides to add more to this particular series. The current books in this series are 1st To Die, 2nd Chance, 3rd Degree, 4th of July, 5th Horseman, The 6th Target (which I finish reading last night, review to follow), 7th Heaven, The 8th Confession, The 9th Judgment, The 10th Anniversary and The 11th Hour.
In this novel, two stories are combined, one of the burning homes and the ex-governor’s son that goes missing and not too long into the novel, as a reader, you can see how these two stories gets linked and how they are related to each other. It was gripping, compelling and cutting edge, the type of novel whereby you could not put the book down as you have this urgent need to find out what happens next and who committed the crimes as it is full of action, crime and thriller. All the elements of the type of novels l like. I enjoyed the novel thoroughly and it kept me guessing and on the edge of my seat till the end.
On the back cover of the paperback:
“A VERY PUBLIC DISAPPEARANCE
The teenage son of California’s ex-governor, Michael Campion has mysteriously vanished. Known as the “Boy with a Broken Heart” because of his incurable heart defect, Michael grew up under the eye of an adoring public. The pressure on Detective Lindsay Boxer to find Michael is overwhelming. When she finally does get a lead, it’s devastating…
A DEADLY RASH OF ARSONS
While working on the Campion case, Lindsay and her partner, Rich Conklin, also investigate terrifying fires that are destroying some of the most beautiful homes in San Francisco–and killing their owners in the flames. But when Lindsay invites her friends in the Women’s Murder Club to help her uncover the arsonist, the blazes suddenly start to rage much too close to home.
A CHANCE AT 7TH HEAVEN
Now as these two intense, demanding cases bring Lindsay and Rich closer together than ever, Lindsay will find herself on the brink of an emotional meltdown. Full of the stunning twists and psychological surprises that only James Patterson can deliver, 7TH HEAVEN is an electrifying new thriller from “the man who can’t miss” (TIME).”
An excerpt out of The Prologue, Chapter One:
“Henry Jablonsky couldn’t see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel, a good thing, Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.
It meant that the boys didn’t want to be identified, that they were planning to let them go. Please, God, please let us live and I’ll serve you all the days of my life.
Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree, knew that the gun was in Hawk’s waistband. He heard wrapping paper tear, saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.
They’d said they weren’t going to hurt them.
They said this was only a robbery.
Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist, which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.
Both boys looked as though they’d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.
Hawk.Clean-cut.Well-spoken.Blond, with side-parted hair.Pidge, bigger.Probably six two.Long brown hair.Strong as a horse.Meatyhands.Ivy League types.Both of them.
Maybe there really was some goodness in them.
As Jablonsky watched, the blond one, Hawk, walked over to the bookshelf, dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books, calling out titles, his voice warm, as though he were a friend of the family.
He said to Henry Jablonsky, “Wow, Mr. J., you’ve got Fahrenheit 451. This is a classic.”
Hawk pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the first page. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hogtied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.
“You can’t beat Bradbury for an opening,” Hawk said. And then he read aloud with a clear, dramatic voice.
“‘It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.'”
As Hawk read, Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. It was wrapped in gold foil, tied with gold ribbon. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for, for years.
“To Peggy, from Santa,” Pidge read from the gift tag. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.
He had a knife!
Pidge opened the box, peeled back the layers of tissue.
“A Birkin bag, Peggy. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I’d call that a no, Peg. A definite no.”
Pidge reached for another wrapped gift, shook the box, while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Peggy pleaded with Hawk, her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. It broke Henry’s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.
Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy’s baby-blond hair, then patted her damp cheek. “We’re going to open all your presents now, Mrs. J. Yours too, Mr. J.,” he said. “Then we’ll decide if we’re going to let you live.”