Vanish: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel by Tess Gerritsen (English) Paperback Book

Description: Vanish: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel by Tess Gerritsen Medical examiner Maura Isles sees a nameless corpse open its eyes. Later, the Jane Doe kills a security guard and seizes hostages, including pregnant homocide detective Jane Rizzoli. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles—the inspiration for the hit TNT series—continue their bestselling crime-solving streak. A blessed event becomes a nightmare for pregnant homicide detective Jane Rizzoli when she finds herself on the wrong side of a hostage crisis in this timely and relentless thriller. A nameless, beautiful woman appears to be just another corpse in the morgue. An apparent suicide, she lies on a gurney, awaiting the dissecting scalpel of medical examiner Maura Isles. But when Maura unzips the body bag and looks down at the body, she gets the fright of her life. The corpse opens its eyes. Very much alive, the woman is rushed to the hospital, where with shockingly cool precision, she murders a security guard and seizes hostages . . . one of them a pregnant patient, Jane Rizzoli. Who is this violent, desperate soul, and what does she want? As the tense hours tick by, Maura joins forces with Janes husband, FBI agent Gabriel Dean, to track down the mysterious killers identity. When federal agents suddenly appear on the scene, Maura and Gabriel realize that they are dealing with a case that goes far deeper than just an ordinary hostage crisis. Only Jane, trapped with the armed madwoman, holds the key to the mystery. And only she can solve it–if she survives the night. Author Biography New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen earned international acclaim for her first novel of suspense, Harvest. She introduced Detective Jane Rizzoli in The Surgeon (2001) and Dr. Maura Isles in The Apprentice (2002) and has gone on to write numerous other titles in the celebrated Rizzoli & Isles series, most recently The Mephisto Club, The Keepsake, Ice Cold, The Silent Girl, Last to Die, and Die Again. Her latest novel is the standalone thriller Playing with Fire. A physician, Tess Gerritsen lives in Maine. Excerpt from Book My name is Mila, and this is my journey. There are so many places where I could begin the story. I could start in the town where I grew up, in Kryvicy, on the banks of the Servac River, in the district of Miadziel. I could begin when I was eight years old, on the day my mother died, or when I was twelve, and my father fell beneath the wheels of the neighbors truck. But I think I should begin my story here, in the Mexican desert, so far from my home in Belarus. This is where I lost my innocence. This is where my dreams died. It is a November day without clouds, and large black birds soar in a sky that is bluer than I have ever seen. I am sitting in a white van driven by two men who do not know my real name, nor do they seem to care. They just laugh and call me Red Sonja, the name they have used since they saw me step off the plane in Mexico City. Anja says its because of my hair. Red Sonja is the name of a movie which I have never seen, but Anja has seen it. She whispers to me that its about a beautiful warrior woman who cuts down her enemies with a sword. Now I think the men are mocking me with this name because I am not beautiful; I am not a warrior. I am only seventeen, and I am scared because I do not know what happens next. We are holding hands, Anja and me, as the van carries us, and five other girls, through a barren land of desert and scrub brush. The "Mexican Package Tour" is what the woman in Minsk promised us, but we knew what it really meant: an escape. A chance. You take a plane to Mexico City, she told us, and there will be people to meet you at the airport, to help you across the border to a new life. "What good is your life here?" she told us. "There are no good jobs for girls, no apartments, no decent men. You have no parents to support you. And you, Mila--you speak English so well," she told me. "In America, you will fit in, just like that." She snapped her fingers. "Be brave! Take a chance. The employers will pay your way, so what are you both waiting for?" Not for this, I think, as endless desert rolls past our windows. As Anja huddles close against me, all the girls on the van are quiet. We are all beginning to wonder the same thing. What have I done? All morning, we have been driving. The two men in the front say nothing to us, but the man on the passenger side keeps turning to give us looks. His eyes always seek out Anja, and I do not like the way he stares at her. She doesnt notice it because she is dozing against my shoulder. The mouse, we always called her in school, because she is so shy. One glance from a boy will make her blush. We are the same age, but when I look at Anjas sleeping face, I see a child. And I think: I should not have let her come with me. I should have told her to stay in Kryvicy. At last our van leaves the highway and bumps onto a dirt road. The other girls stir awake and stare out the windows at brown hills, where boulders lie scattered like old bones. In my home-town, the first snow has already fallen, but here, in this winterless land, there is only dust and blue sky and parched shrubs. We roll to a stop, and the two men look back at us. The driver says in Russian: "Its time to get out and walk. Its the only way across the border." They slide open the door and we climb out one by one, seven girls, blinking and stretching after the long ride. Despite the brilliant sunshine, it is chilly here, far cooler than I expected. Anja slips her hand into mine, and she is shivering. "This way," the driver orders, and he leads us off the dirt road, onto a trail that takes us up into the hills. We climb past boulders and thorny bushes that claw at our legs. Anja wears open-toed shoes and she has to pause often, to shake out the sharp stones. We are all thirsty, but the men allow us to stop only once to drink water. Then we keep moving, scrambling up the gravelly path like ungainly goats. We reach the crest and start sliding downward, toward a clump of trees. Only when we reach the bottom do we see there is a dry riverbed. Scattered on the bank are the discards of those who have crossed before us: plastic water bottles and a soiled diaper and an old shoe, the vinyl cracked from the sunlight. A remnant of blue tarp flutters from a branch. This way have so many dreamers come, and we are seven more, following in their footsteps to America. Suddenly my fears evaporate, because here, in this debris, is the evidence we are close. The men wave us forward, and we start climbing up the opposite bank. Anja tugs on my hand. "Mila, I cant walk anymore," she whispers. "You have to." "But my foot is bleeding." I look down at her bruised toes, at the blood oozing from tender skin, and I call out to the men: "My friend has cut her foot!" The driver says, "I dont care. Keep walking." "We cant go on. She needs a bandage." "Either you keep walking or well just leave you two behind." "At least give her time to change her shoes!" The man turns. In that instant, he has transformed. The look on his face makes Anja shrink backward. The other girls stand frozen and wide-eyed, like scared sheep huddling together as he stalks toward me. The blow is so swift I do not see it coming. All at once, I am on my knees, and for a few seconds, everything is dark. Anjas screams seem far away. Then I register the pain, the throbbing in my jaw. I taste blood. I see it drip in bright spatters on the river stones. "Get up. Come on, get up! Weve wasted enough time." I stagger to my feet. Anja is staring at me with stricken eyes. "Mila, just be good!" she whispers. "We have to do what they tell us! My feet dont hurt anymore, really. I can walk." "You get the picture now?" the man says to me. He turns and glares at the other girls. "You see what happens if you piss me off? If you talk back? Now walk!" Suddenly the girls are scrambling across the riverbed. Anja grabs my hand and pulls me along. I am too dazed to resist, so I stumble after her, swallowing blood, scarcely seeing the trail ahead of me. It is only a short distance farther. We climb up the opposite bank, wind our way through a stand of trees, and suddenly we are standing on a dirt road. Two vans are parked there, waiting for us. "Stand in a line," our driver says. "Come on, hurry up. They want to take a look at you." Though befuddled by this command, we form a line, seven tired girls with aching feet and dusty clothes. Four men climb out of the vans and they greet our driver in English. They are Americans. A heavyset man walks slowly up the row, eyeing us. He wears a baseball cap and he looks like a sunburned farmer inspecting his cows. He stops in front of me and frowns at my face. "What happened to this one?" "Oh, she talked back," says our driver. "It s just a bruise." "Shes too scrawny, anyway. Whod want her?" Does he know I can understand English? Does he even care? I may be scrawny, I think, but you have a pig face. His gaze has already moved on, to the other girls. "Okay," he says, and he breaks out in a grin. "Lets see what theyve got." Our driver looks at us. "Take off your clothes," he orders in Russian. We stare back in shock. Until this moment, I have held on to a wisp of hope that the woman in Minsk told us the truth, that she has arranged jobs for us in America. That Anja will babysit three little girls, that I will sell dresses in a wedding shop. Even after the driver took our passports, even as wed stumbled along that trail, I had thought: It can still turn out all right. It can still be true. None of us moves. We still dont believe what he has asked us to do. "Do you hear me?" our driver says. "Do you all want to look like her?" He points to my swollen face, which still throbs from the blow. "Do it." One of the girls shakes her head and begins to cry. This enrages him. His slap makes her head whip around and she staggers sideways. He hauls her up by the arm, grabs her blouse, and rips it open. Screaming, she tries to push him away. The second blow sends her sprawling. For good measure, he walks over and gives her a vicious kick in the ribs. "Now," he says, turning to look at the rest of us. "Who wants to be next?" One of the girls quickly fumbles at the buttons of her blouse. Now we are all complying, peeling off shirts, unzipping skirts and pants. Even Anja, shy little Anja, is obediently pulling off her top. "Everything," our driver orders. "Take it all off. Why are you bitches so slow? Youll learn to be quick about it, soon enough." He moves to a girl who stands with her arms crossed over her breasts. She has not removed her underwear. He grabs the waistband and she flinches as he tears it away. The four Americans begin to circle us like wolves, their gazes roving across our bodies. Anja is shaking so hard I can hear her teeth chatter. "Ill give this one a test drive." One of the girls utters a sob as she is dragged from the line. The man does not even bother to hide the assault. He shoves the girls face against one of the vans, unzips his pants, and thrusts himself into her. She shrieks. The other men move in and make their choices. Suddenly Anja is wrenched away from me. I try to hold on to her, but the driver twists my hand from hers. "No one wants you," he says. He shoves me into the van and locks me inside. Through the window, I see it all, hear it all. The mens laughter, the girls struggle Details ISBN1101885270 Author Tess Gerritsen Language English ISBN-10 1101885270 ISBN-13 9781101885277 Media Book Residence Camden, ME, US Pages 464 Short Title VANISH DEWEY FIC Series Number 5 Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-04-26 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-04-26 NZ Release Date 2016-04-26 US Release Date 2016-04-26 UK Release Date 2016-04-26 Place of Publication New York Publisher Random House USA Inc Series Rizzoli & Isles Format Paperback Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. 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! TheNile_Item_ID:97792015;

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