Joe Pike didn't expect to rescue a woman that day. He went to the bank same as anyone goes to the bank, and returned to his Jeep. So when Isabel Roland, the lonely young teller who helped him, steps out of the bank on her way to lunch, Joe is on hand when two men abduct her. Joe chases them down, and the two men are arrested. But instead of putting the drama to bed, the arrests are only the beginning of the trouble for Joe and Izzy.
After posting bail, the two abductors are murdered and Izzy disappears. Pike calls on his friend, Elvis Cole, to help learn the truth. What Elvis uncovers is a twisted family story that involves corporate whistleblowing, huge amounts of cash, the Witness Relocation Program, and a long line of lies. But what of all that did Izzy know? Is she a perpetrator or a victim? And how far will Joe go to find out?
About the Author
Hometown:Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:June 20, 1953
Place of Birth:Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Education:B.S., Louisiana State University, 1976; Clarion Writers Workshop at Michigan State University
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Debra Sue closed her eyes and listened with all her might. The TV was off, their modest living room was dark, and Ed was sprawled on the couch. Her husband was dead to the world, but his snores were soft as a whisper. When they bought the little house a block from Sunset Boulevard, Ed worried traffic sounds would be intrusive, but they weren't, not really. Debra Sue had grown used to the noise quickly, and found the sounds soothing. She touched her husband's shoulder.
"Let's go to bed, baby. Get up."
Ed lurched awake, eyes wide and blinking.
"Bedtime. Everything's fine."
Ed's eyes flagged, and he was halfway back to sleep.
"Scared me. Sorry."
"It's late. I'll be right in."
Ed swung his legs off the couch and lumbered into the hall. She heard him use the bathroom and settle into bed, but Debra Sue didn't move to join him.
She whispered his name.
She said her own name.
She said their daughter's name.
Debra Sue smiled.
Debra Sue finally rose from the chair and moved through their quiet home. She made sure the front and back doors were locked, carefully checked the windows, and turned off the lights in each room. She set the alarm.
The warm night air was rich with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and orange blossoms, along with a trace of fresh paint. They had painted their little home with cheery colors after escrow closed-a bright lemony peach with a pale lime and burgundy trim-and joked that they'd given the place a new-car smell. Ed planted two orange trees in the backyard, but the jasmine had been there, and Debra Sue loved it. The jasmine was a sign. Their little house would be a happy and beautiful home.
Debra Sue turned on the outside lights, and made her way down the hall. She stopped outside Isabel's room when she heard her baby girl singing. Debra Sue stifled a giggle.
Isabel cracked her up.
Isabel was three years old. She was their only child, though Debra Sue and Ed talked about having another, and an absolute sweetheart. She was sweet, good-natured, and almost always happy.
Debra Sue moved closer, and listened.
Debra Sue fought not to laugh. Isabel was lying in her crib, waving her arms in the air, and singing to herself.
Debra Sue didn't go in. She didn't want to disturb her daughter, and have to bring Isabel into bed with her and Ed. Right now, undisturbed, Isabel was in a wonderful, beautiful dreamland, imagining whatever fanciful stories happy three-year-old girls imagined.
Debra Sue loved Isabel so much her eyes filled with tears.
"Every day, baby girl. Every day of your life will be as happy as this. Daddy and I will make sure it is."
Debra Sue eased past Isabel's door, and crept to her bedroom. Ed was out cold, and no longer snoring. She brushed her teeth, flossed, and washed her face in the dark, then sat on the edge of their bed.
Debra Sue listened, and heard only the soft, baby-girl melody.
But now Debra Sue didn't smile. She eased open her nightstand drawer and studied the black 9mm Sig Sauer pistol. Ed's nightstand contained an identical pistol. They had bought the guns, and learned to shoot. They practiced.
Debra Sue shut the drawer, and lay down beside her husband. She touched his hand. She sighed like a ghost in the darkness.
"Mommy and Daddy will keep you safe."
Debra Sue listened for something she prayed never to hear, and finally fell asleep.
Three tellers were working the morning Isabel Roland was kidnapped. Clark Davos, a sweet guy whose third baby had just been born; Dana Chin, who was funny and wore fabulous shoes; and Isabel, the youngest teller on duty. Isabel began working at the bank a little over a year ago, three months before her mother died. Five customers were in line, but more customers entered the bank every few seconds.
Mr. Ahbuti wanted bills in exchange for sixteen rolls of nickels, twelve rolls of dimes, and a bag filled with quarters. As Isabel ran coins through a counter, her cell phone buzzed with a text from her gardener. Sprinkler problems. Isabel felt sick. The little house she inherited from her mother was driving her crazy. The sprinklers, a leaky roof over the porch, roots in the pipes because of a stupid pepper tree, the ancient range that made scary popping noises every time she turned on the left front burner. Always a new problem, and problems cost money. Isabel had grown up in the house, and loved the old place, but her modest salary wasn't enough to keep it.
Isabel closed her eyes.
Why did you have to die?
Abigail George touched her arm, startling her. Abigail was the assistant branch manager.
"I need you to take an early lunch. Break at eleven, okay?"
Isabel had punched in at nine. It was now only ten forty-one, and Izzy had eaten an Egg McMuffin and hash browns on her way into work. She felt like a bloated whale.
"But it's almost eleven now. I just ate."
Abigail smiled at Mr. Ahbuti, and lowered her voice.
"Clark has to leave early. The baby again."
They both glanced at Clark. His baby had come early, and his wife wasn't doing so well.
Abigail shrugged apologetically.
"I'm sorry. Eleven, okay? Please?"
Abigail squeezed her arm, and hurried away.
Isabel gave Mr. Ahbuti his cash, and called for the next customer when Dana hissed from the adjoining station.
Dana tipped her head toward the door and mouthed the words.
Ms. Kleinman reached Izzy's window as the man joined the line. He was tall and dark, with ropey arms, a strong neck, and lean cheeks. Every time he came in, Dana went into heat.
Dana finished with her customer, and whispered again.
"Double meat. Extra sauce."
Ms. Kleinman made a one-hundred-dollar cash withdrawal. As Izzy processed the transaction, she snuck glances at the man. Gray sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, faded jeans tight on his thighs, and dark glasses masking his eyes. Isabel stared at the bright red arrows tattooed high on his arms. She wanted to touch them.
"Manmeat on a stick."
Isabel counted out twenties.
As Ms. Kleinman walked away, Dana whispered again.
"Finger lickin' good."
Izzy cut her off by calling the next customer.
The man was now third in line. Dana called for a customer, and the man was now second. Clark called, and the man was hers.
"Ask him out."
"You know you want to. Do it!"
Izzy said, "Next, please."
Dana hissed, "Do it!"
When he reached her window, Izzy smiled brightly.
"Good morning. How may I help you?"
He laid out three checks and a deposit slip. Two of the checks were made payable to Joe Pike, and the third to cash. They totaled a considerable amount.
Joe Pike said, "For deposit."
"You're Mr. Pike?"
She knew his name, and he probably knew she knew. He came in every three or four weeks.
"I've helped you before."
He nodded, but offered no other response. He didn't seem friendly or unfriendly. He didn't seem interested or uninterested. She couldn't read his expression.
Isabel fed the checks through a scanner. She wanted to say something clever, but felt stupid and awkward.
"And how's your day so far?"
"It's such a pretty day, and here I am stuck in the bank."
"You're so tan, I'll bet you're outside a lot."
Nods and one-word answers. He clearly wasn't interested. Isabel entered the transaction into her terminal, and gave him the deposit receipt.
The man said, "Thank you."
He walked away, and Isabel felt embarrassed, as if his lack of interest proved she was worthless.
Dana leered across the divider.
"I saw you talking!"
"He thanked me. Saying thanks isn't talking."
"He never talks. He thinks you're hot."
"He didn't even see me."
"Shut up! He wants you!"
Isabel wondered if she could scrape together two hundred dollars for a new garden timer.
She glanced at her watch. Ten fifty-two. Eight minutes from a lunch she didn't want, and an event that would change her life.
Karbo and Bender
Karbo and Bender missed her at home by ten minutes. Materials found inside gave them her place of employment, so now they waited at a meter six blocks from a bank near the Miracle Mile.
Karbo slumped in the passenger seat, sipping a caf mocha.
"Ever kidnap anyone?"
Bender glanced away. Bender was the driver. Karbo was the smile. They had worked for Hicks before, but never together. Karbo and Bender met for the first time at four that morning outside a strip mall in Burbank. They would part in approximately two hours, and never meet again.
Karbo said, "Sorry. My mistake."
No questions allowed. They knew what they were supposed to do, how they were supposed to do it, and what was expected. Hicks prepped his people.
Bender gestured behind them.
"Here he comes."
Karbo lowered his window.
Hicks was a hard, pale dude in his forties. Nice-looking, not a giant, but broader than average. Nonthreatening, if you didn't look close. A nasty edge lurked in his eyes, but he hid it well. Karbo and Bender were nice-looking, nonthreatening guys, too. Especially Karbo.
Hicks had come from the bank.
"She's a teller. Figure on making the grab at lunch."
Bender arched his eyebrows.
"People eat lunch. Employees park in back, but with all these little cafs, no way she'll drive. She'll probably exit the front, and give you a shot. You get the shot, take it."
Bender's eyebrows kissed in a frown.
"Wouldn't it make sense to wait at her house, grab her when she gets home?"
Hicks glanced left and right, relaxed, just looking around.
"Time is an issue. You want out, say so, and I'll get someone else."
Karbo changed the subject. He didn't want out. He wanted the money.
"I have a question. What if she goes out the back?"
"If she exits the rear, you're out of the play. If she isn't alone, say she comes out with a friend, you're out of the play. Maybe she won't even come out. Maybe she brought a sandwich. No way to know, right? You have one job, and only the one."
Karbo said, "The front."
People would be watching the rear, for sure, but this was how Hicks operated. Compartmentalization. Minimum information. If an element got popped, they had nothing to give. Karbo admired the tough, precise way Hicks did business.
Hicks rested his hand on the door.
Hicks had given them a five-by-seven photograph of a twenty-two-year-old woman. Having changed the play, he didn't want the picture in their possession. The picture was evidence.
Bender returned the picture, and Hicks offered a final look.
"Burn her face into your brains. We can't have a mistake."
A high school photo printed off the internet showed a young woman with short dark hair, glasses, and a smile with a crooked incisor.
Karbo said, "Burned."
Bender cleared his throat. Karbo sensed the man thought they were moving too fast, but the money was huge, and their involvement would end in minutes.
Bender said, "What's she wearing?"
"Pink shirt. Kinda dull, not bright. A pink shirt over a tan skirt. I couldn't see her shoes."
Hicks tucked the picture into his jacket.
"She'll be easy to spot, but if anything looks weird, drive away. Anyone with her, drive away. Am I clear?"
Karbo and Bender nodded.
Hicks walked away and Bender eased from the curb.
Their ride was a dark gray Buick SUV owned by a leasing company in La Verne, California. Late model, low miles, the full option package. They had picked up the Buick at 4:22 that morning, specifically for use in the crime. After they delivered the girl, they would hand off the Buick, pick up their cars and money, and go their separate ways.
Karbo thought Bender was having second thoughts, but Bender surprised him.
"Beautiful day, isn't it? Lovely, lovely day."
Karbo studied the man for a moment.
"Gorgeous. A perfect day."
Bender hadn't said ten words all morning, even when they were searching the woman's house. Karbo figured he was nervous.
"I know we're not supposed to ask, but you've worked gigs before?"
Bender tapped the blinker and changed lanes.
"Three or four."
"This will be easy. Hicks's gigs are always easy."
"Snatching a person in front of a bank in broad daylight can't make the top of the Easy list."
"You didn't have to say yes. You should've backed out."
"I don't want to work with someone I can't trust."
"I'm concerned, is all. He's making this up on the fly."
"A lot of these gigs, this is what happens."
"You're not concerned? You don't see the risk here?"
Karbo saw the risk. He also saw the reward.
"Look at this face."
Karbo grinned and fingered his dimples.
"I'll have her in the car in ten seconds tops. No big scene, I promise. Five minutes later, she's out of our lives. What could be easier?"
"You may be a moron."
"True, but you get to stay in the car. I'm the guy who gets out."
Bender finally nodded.
"You're right. And if anything looks weird, we drive away."
"Damned right we do. Fast."
Bender seemed to relax, and found a spot at a meter with an eyes-forward view of the bank.
Karbo liked the location. A commercial street lined with single-story storefronts two blocks south of Olympic. A straight shot to the freeway if needed. The girl would turn toward or away from them when she left the bank, and either was fine. A lot of people were out and about, but this shouldn't matter if Karbo did his job quickly and well.
Karbo said, "You were right."
"The day. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood."
"You're a moron. A perfect day doesn't make this any less risky."
They watched the bank. They didn't pay attention to the people who went into the bank, or the men who came out. They watched for a twenty-two-year-old woman wearing a pink shirt over a tan skirt.
They paid no attention to the man wearing a sleeveless gray sweatshirt. They did not see the red arrows tattooed high on his arms, and barely noticed when he entered the bank. They paid even less attention when he emerged a few minutes later.
This was their mistake.
Their perfect day was about to turn bad.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Don't pick it up until you've got time to finish it. You can't put down books by this guy. Isabel is a new kind of woman, in this genre. She has a secret and doesn't even know it. We still long for more Lucy Chenier, but Isabel is more Joe's than Elvis'. The only thing wrong with this book is, it's going to be too long before we get to read the next one.
... I'd give it five stars and a great review. Always been a huge Crais fan and anxiously await each release but this novel seemed dashed together in a way unlike others of his novels, especially LA Requiem. The narration, dialogue and character development seemed flatter and more sparse than Crais at his best (again, LA Requiem) and the way Izzy fluttered around Pike was odd as Pike is a Vietnam veteran which puts him at least in his mid sixties? We tend to go invisible at that point. Finally, Pike is a master tactician but things got juggled somewhat...kept expecting and hoping to see Jon Stone or like associates to enter into the fray. Still hoping for a Jon Stone story. It was a good book but Crais is easily capable of much better.
love the whole series
This is the 18th book in a series that I truly enjoy reading. I look forward to each book about Elvis Cole & Joe Pike. This one didn’t disappoint. In fact, it had you drawn in right from the first pages. A very well written thriller that will keep you guessing as to what will happen next. If you’re reading this series for the first time, go back and read the rest of them. You’ll become good friends with Elvis & Joe. Bravo Robert Crais! Looking forward to there being another one.
I certainly do not understand all of the high ratings for this book. The dialogue is horrible, and the descriptions leave me scratching my head....do we really need to read how the wind shield wipers sound? A phone vibrating on a table makes the main character think of a dying fly? Isabelle is supposed to be 22 yet acts like she's 10. The bad guys seem to believe what they want to believe despite all evidence to the contrary. Fortunately I didn't pay much for this book and I will file the author away as someone to stay away from in the future.
Always look forward to a new Joe Pike or Elvis Cole offering. Love these two unique characters.
No good deed goes unpunished. As Joe Pike leaves his bank and is about to drive away, he sees the teller who helped him get pulled into a car and snatched. He pursues the kidnappers and saves Izzy. The bad guys make bail but are later murdered, and Izzy has disappeared once again. Joe enlists the help of private eye Elvis Cole, and together they race to find Izzy before it’s too late. As they untangle long buried secrets, they discover that Izzy isn’t who they — or she — thought she is. This is the crime novel of the year, and Robert Crais at his best.
Read this quickly. Quite a lot of action and tense scenarios. Joe did more talking than usual. Still enjoyable.
Robert Crais’s A DANGEROUS MAN was a thoughtful and tightly-constructed novel with wholly likable characters; unputdownable read.
Wonderful I could not put it down until I finished it. He hasn’t written a book in a while,but this was excellent
A real quick read, entertaining and good story line.
Joe Pike’s trip to the bank for a routine deposit ends when he witnesses two men try to kidnap his teller, Isabel Roland. Joe being Joe, he jumps into action and rescues her. However, when the kidnappers are released from jail, they are both murdered. Was kidnapping Isabel a crime of opportunity, or was she a target? Is she safe? Why would someone target her? Those familiar with the series will notice a similar set up to a previous entry, but that’s where the similarity ends. This book takes off in some unexpected places, and author Robert Crais uses multiple viewpoints well to hook us as events unfold. This is a thriller that kept me glued the entire time. While we don’t learn much new about PI partners Elvis Cole or Joe Pike, it is wonderful to spend time with them and see them in action again. Most of the new characters are wonderful and fully developed, but a few very minor characters are very annoying. Likewise, I don’t find John Chen, a recurring character in the series, that funny. I’m sure the characters who annoy me are supposed to be comic relief, but I just don’t get it. While the book certainly has more language and violence than the cozies I normally read, I didn’t feel it was excessive here. Elvis and Joe have a huge following, and I’m sure there many fans will be thrilled with this book. Pick it up and hang on because it is going to be a very wild ride you won’t want to put down.
Good, fast-paced read--I was only disappointed because it ended and now I have to wait a while for the next one! (260 pages is a really quick read even though a lot was packed into it.) I enjoyed that Pike had more storyline time in this book. It's always good to learn more about him and seeing him in action--and, taking off his shades a bit more. I wish that Joe could find a romantic interest that would complement him. There are women out there that appreciate silence and peace, too. Elvis can have his turn to shine in the next book. It's always good when they work together. I like their bond and how they are always there for each other. Hope Chen gets his promotion, too! Way to go, Joe Pike!
i anxiously await every Robert Crais novel. This book was ok. It was definitely not up to his usual standards, The story line was thin as were the characters and very disappointing at only 260 pages. Wish I would have waited to borrow it from the library.
Another great Craig's read.
Excellent story line with lots of action!
Loved it! Shades of L.A. Requiem. Very good read.
I love books by Robert Crais I enjoyed this book because the bad guys lost and the good guys won My kind of book. Exciting and adventous
Series seems to have turned to Pike rather than Cole, which isn't necessarily bad. Pike has motivation for his casual violence. Cole might be more complex but not in this story. The other characters told some of their own stories and that made for a richer tale. Enjoyable.
I liked the book but it certainly was not his best. I had a terrible problem with the female character they were trying to help. She just kept acting like some ditzy spoiled child and I could not find her realistic at all. I still love the series and would try the next one. However, I will wait for the reviews longer, before making the purchase. It seems it's pretty like by most so far. Kat