Sunset Express (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #6)

Sunset Express (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #6)

by Robert Crais

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When a wealthy entrepreneur is accused of murder in Los Angeles, wisecracking private eye Elvis Cole is hired to prove that the evidence was corrupted and becomes suspicious about the defense attorney's motivations.

Prominent restaurateur Teddy Martin is facing charges in his wife's brutal murder. But he's not going down without spending a bundle of cash on his defense. So his hotshot attorney hires P.I. Elvis Cole to find proof that Detective Angela Rossi tampered with the evidence.

Detective Rossi needs a way back to the fast track after falling hard during an internal investigation five years ago. But Cole needs to know if she's desperate enough to falsify the case against Martin in order to secure her own position.

As Cole and his partner Joe Pike work their way through a tangle of witnesses and an even greater tangle of media, they begin to suspect that it's not the police who are behind the setup.

The sixth book in the Elvis Cole series, Sunset Express is marked by Robert Crais's dark humor and edge-of-your-seat suspense.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780316375412
Publisher: Hachette Books
Publication date: 02/18/2014
Series: Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series , #6
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 338
Sales rank: 259
File size: 1 MB
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Robert Crais lives in Los Angeles and is the author of many New York Times bestsellers, including The First Rule, The Sentry, the #1 bestseller Taken, and Suspect. In 2014 the Mystery Writers of America honored Robert Crais with the Grand Master Award.


Los Angeles, California

Date of Birth:

June 20, 1953

Place of Birth:

Baton Rouge, Louisiana


B.S., Louisiana State University, 1976; Clarion Writers Workshop at Michigan State University

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Jonathan Green came to my office on a hazy June morning with an entourage of three attorneys, a videographer, and an intense young woman lugging eight hundred pounds of sound recording equipment. The videographer shoved past the attorneys and swung his camera around my office, saying, “This is just what we need, Jonathan! It’s real, it’s colorful, it’s L.A.!” He aimed his camera at me past the Mickey Mouse phone and began taping. “Pretend I’m not here.”

I frowned at him, and he waved toward the lawyers. “Don’t look at me. At them. Look at them.”

I looked at them. “What is this?” I was expecting Green and an attorney named Elliot Truly, but not the others. Truly had arranged the meeting.

A man in his mid-forties wearing an immaculately tailored blue Armani suit said, “Mr. Cole? I’m Elliot Truly. This is Jonathan Green. Thanks for seeing us.”

I shook hands with Truly first, then Green. Green looked exactly the way he had the two times I’d seen him on 60 Minutes, once when he defended an abortion rights activist accused of murder in Texas and once when he defended a wealthy textile manufacturer accused of murder in Iowa. The Texas case was popular and the Iowa case wasn’t, but both were victories for the defense.

The videographer scrambled backward across the office to fit us into his frame, the woman with the sound gear hustling to stay behind the camera as they captured the moment of our first meeting. Armstrong steps onto the moon; the Arabs and the Israelis sign a peace accord; Jonathan Green meets the private detective. The woman with the sound equipment bumped into my desk and the videographer slammed against the file cabinet. The little figures of Jiminy Cricket on the cabinet fell over and the framed photo of Lucy Chenier tottered. I frowned at him again. “Be careful.”

The videographer waved some more. “Don’t look at me! Not at me! You’ll ruin the shot!”

I said, “If you break anything, I’ll ruin more than the shot.”

Green seemed embarrassed. “This is tiresome, Elliot. We have business here, and I’m afraid we’re making a bad impression on Mr. Cole.”

Truly touched my arm, trying to mitigate the bad impression. “They’re from Inside News. They’re doing a six-part documentary on Jonathan’s involvement in the case.”

The woman with the sound equipment nodded. “The inner workings of the Big Green Defense Machine.”

I said, “Big Green Defense Machine?”

The videographer stopped taping and looked me up and down as if he found me lacking but wasn’t quite sure how. Then it hit him. “Don’t you have a gun?” He glanced around the office as if there might be one hanging on a wall hook.

“A gun?”

He looked at Truly. “He should be wearing a gun. One of those things under the arm.” He was a small man with furry arms.

Truly frowned. “A shoulder holster?”

The woman nodded. “A hat would be nice. Hats are romantic.”

I said, “Truly.”

Jonathan Green’s face clouded. “I apologize, Mr. Cole. They’ve been with us for the past week and it’s becoming offensive. If it bothers you, I’ll ask them to leave.”

The videographer grew frantic. “Hey, forget the gun. I was just trying to make it a little more entertaining, that’s all.” He crouched beside the watercooler and lifted his camera. “You won’t even know we’re here. I promise.”

Truly pursed his lips at me. My call.

I made a little shrug. “The people who come to me usually don’t want a record of what we discuss.”

Jonathan Green chuckled. “It may come to that, but let’s hope not.” He went to the French doors that open onto the little balcony, then looked at the picture of Lucy Chenier. “Very pretty. Your wife?”

“A friend.”

He nodded, approving. When he nodded, the two lesser attorneys nodded, too. No one had bothered to introduce them, but they didn’t seem to mind.

Jonathan Green sat in one of the leather director’s chairs across from my desk and the two lesser attorneys went to the couch. Truly stayed on his feet. The videographer noticed the Pinocchio clock on the wall, then hustled around to the opposite side of my desk so that he could get both me and the clock in the frame. The Pinocchio clock has eyes that move side to side as it tocks. Photogenic. Like Green.

Jonathan Green had a firm handshake, clear eyes, and a jawline not dissimilar to Dudley Do-Right’s. He was in his early sixties, with graying hair, a beach-club tan, and a voice that was rich and comforting. A minister’s voice. He wasn’t a handsome man, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that put you at ease. Jonathan Green was reputed to be one of the top five criminal defense attorneys in America, with a success rate in high-profile criminal defense cases of one hundred percent. Like Elliot Truly, Jonathan Green was wearing an impeccably tailored blue Armani suit. So were the lesser attorneys. Maybe they got a bulk discount. I was wearing impeccably tailored black Gap jeans, a linen aloha shirt, and white Reebok sneakers. Green said, “Did Elliot explain why we wanted to see you?”

“You represent Theodore Martin. You need investigators to help in the defense effort.” Theodore “Teddy” Martin had been arrested for Susan Martin’s murder and was awaiting trial. He had gone through two prior defense attorneys, hadn’t been happy with them, and had recently hired Jonathan Green. All the hirings and firings had been covered big time by the local media.

Green nodded. “That’s right. Mr. Cole, I’ve spoken at length with Teddy and I believe that he’s innocent. I want your help in proving it.”

I smiled. “Moi?”

The videographer edged in closer. I raised a finger at him. Unh-unh-unnh. He edged back.

Truly said, “We’ve talked to people, Mr. Cole. You’ve an outstanding reputation for diligence, and your integrity is above reproach.”

“How about that.” I glanced at the camera and wiggled my eyebrows. The videographer frowned and lowered the lens.

Jonathan Green leaned toward me, all business. “What do you know about the case?”

“I know what everybody knows. I watch the news.” You couldn’t read the Times or watch local television without knowing the business about James X and the five hundred thousand dollars and the dumpster. I’d heard Theodore Martin’s sound-bite version of it ten thousand times, but I’d also heard the DA’s sound-bite version, too, that Teddy and Susan weren’t getting along, that Susan had secretly consulted a divorce attorney and told a friend that she was planning a divorce, and that Teddy had offed her to keep her from walking away with half of his estimated one-hundred-twenty-million-dollar fortune. I said, “From what I hear, the police have a pretty good case.”

“They believe they have, yes. But I don’t think all the facts are in.” Green smiled and laced his fingers across a knee. It was a warm smile, tired and knowing. “Did you know that Teddy and Susan loved to cook?”

I shook my head. That one had slipped right by me.

“Teddy arrived home early that night, and they had no engagements, so the two of them decided to cook something elaborate and fun. They spent the next couple of hours making a pepper-roasted pork tenderloin with wild cherry sauce. Teddy makes the sauce with fresh cherries, only they didn’t have any, so he ran out to get some.”

Truly took a step toward me and ticked points off his fingers. “We have the receipt and the cashier whom Teddy paid. That’s where he was when Susan was kidnapped.”

Green spread his hands. “And then there’s the question of the money. What happened to the money?”

Truly ticked more fingers. “We have the bank transactions and the business manager. The manager says that Teddy was visibly shaken when he came for the money that Friday morning. He says Teddy was white as a sheet and his hands were shaking.”

Green nodded. “Yet the cashier remembers that Teddy was relaxed and happy a dozen hours earlier.” Green stood and went back to the balcony. The videographer followed him. At the French doors he turned back to me and spread his hands again. I wondered if he thought he was in court. “And then we have the murder weapon and the crime scene evidence.”

Truly ticked more fingers. He had used up one hand and was starting on the next. “There were fingerprints on the hammer, but none of them match Teddy. There were also fingerprints on the garbage bags that Susan was in, but those don’t match Teddy, either.”

I said, “You think he’s innocent because of that?”

Green came back to the director’s chair, but this time he didn’t sit. He stood behind it, resting his hands on the wooden posts that hold the back. “Mr. Cole, I don’t win the number of cases that I do because I’m good. I turn down ten cases every day, cases that would bill millions of dollars, because I will not represent people I believe to be guilty.”

The videographer went down to the floor for a low-angle shot, the woman with the sound equipment with him, and I heard him mumble, “Oh, man, this is great.”

Green said, “I don’t represent drug dealers or child molesters. I only take cases that I believe in, so that every time I walk into court I have the moral high ground.”

I leaned back and put my foot on the edge of my desk. “And you believe that Teddy is innocent.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He came around to the front of the chair and tapped his chest. “In here I know he’s innocent.”

The videographer muttered, “This is fabulous,” and scrambled around to keep Jonathan Green in the shot.

Green sat and leaned toward me, elbows on knees. “I don’t yet know all the facts. I need people like you to help me with that. But I do know that we’ve received several calls that are disturbing.”

Elliot Truly said, “Have you heard of our tip line?”

“I’ve seen the ads.” Green’s office was running television, radio, and print ads offering a reward of one hundred thousand dollars for anything leading to the capture, arrest, and conviction of James X. There was a number you could call.

Green said, “We’ve received over twenty-six hundred calls and there are more every day. We try to weed out the cranks as quickly as possible, but the workload is enormous.”

I cleared my throat and tried to look professional. “Okay. You need help running these things down.”

Green raised his eyebrows. “Yes, but there’s more to it than that. Several of the callers have indicated that one of the arresting officers has a history of fabricating cases.”

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Sunset Express (Elvis Cole Series #6) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 43 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I recently picked up a Crais book for the first time. Outstanding. Accordingly, I then got the order of publication and have methodically read them one after the other. All have been outstanding. And I just finished Sunset Express. This book is a CLASSIC. The best detective novel I have ever read. Publishers Weekly voted it a 'best book of the year' and they are right on target. Elvis and Joe are at the top of my list. Headed for the book store to buy several more and you SHOULD TOO. I rarely rate a book as ' a page turner not to be put down.' This book redefines that image. Do not pass Go, pick it up now and read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tongue in cheek humor throughout, twists and turns, and always the interesting relationship between Cole and Pike. Read it!
nhayes More than 1 year ago
Robert has it down. You get into the book from the start and it keeps you until the end. All of Roberts books are a must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story. Keeps moving. Always with great humor.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great characters. Not perfect but just about human. Joe and Elvis are just about the best characters in fiction today. The stories leave me guessing. The locations are so descriptive I can just about feel the heat( and that feels good in the middle of winter in Minnesota) and just about smell the tar. If I ever visit Los Angeles I doubt that I will need a map.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first Robert Crais novel that I read and I enjoyed it. Elvis Cole is a likable character.
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daddyofattyo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good series, will read more. Love the locale, all right where I live. I also kept seeing this book as a movie, and specifically Gary Oldman as Joe Pike - go figure... Oh, and props to Crais for brevity of love scenes - plenty of chances to mess it up, but he's refreshingly restrained - so appropriate since there was a kid around. Other writers - take note!
charlottem on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Wherein Lucy comes to Las Angeles, Rossi¿s reputation is at stake, and good doesn¿t always triumph over evil.
bushard on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
good old studly, Elvis Cole is a neat private eye.
bookczuk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I got this on the recommendation of the guy at Sullivan's Trade-A-Book, who knows I like to ear-read audio book mysteries while driving. Even though this was an abridged book, the reader was great, and I will probably keep my eyes open for another one in this series for future driving reads.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Robert Crais tells a great story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great read! It was suspenseful and I found myself throwing my arm in the air and saying "yes" a number of times! I am looking forward to the next book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great plot
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Who Can Elvis and Joe Trust? While I have had my issues with the Elvis Cole mysteries by Robert Crais, I’ve still found them enjoyable enough to continue listening to them on audio. I’m glad, too, since Sunset Express is the best in the series to date. It’s been three months since we last saw PI Elvis Cole and his partner Joe Pike. They’ve been hired by Jonathan Green, something of a legend in the defense attorney crowd, as part of his latest case. Teddy Martin, a rich kid who has gotten richer thanks to his restaurants, has been arrested for killing his wife, and the Big Green Defense Machine is trying to find anything they can to prove his innocence. They initially hire Elvis to see if there is anything to the rumors that the cop who found the murder weapon plants evidence, but it isn’t long before Elvis is also tracking down tips that come into the tip hotline that’s been set up. But something doesn’t feel right to Elvis, and the more he gets involved in the case, the more he feels that way. Is he helping an innocent man? Or is he being set up himself? The plot of this book is a lot of fun. Things slow down for Elvis and us a bit at one point, but that is the only issue with the pacing. In fact, it builds to a wonderful climax that had me glad I had several hours in the car planned so I could see how everything played out. Plus, he didn’t have to resort to a dues ex machina ending to resolve things this time around. In addition to Elvis and Joe, we also get a couple of characters who return from the previous book in the series. I was thrilled to see them, especially since it meant that, for once, Elvis didn’t have women throwing themselves at him. That’s been an irritant for me in earlier books as every available woman seemed to want to go to bed with Elvis. Anyway, we actually get several cameos from previous books, and that’s a fun touch. We also get some great new characters here that were created just for this story. Even with everything else firing on all cylinders, the author still can’t stop himself from putting in a scene that serves little purpose except to increase the foul language count. Yes, I know people use it, but there is a scene where we didn’t need to hear it and does little more than pad the word count with swear words. That’s my only real complaint with the novel. David Stuart took over as the narrator on this audio book. I must admit I had to adjust to his take on things and the characters, especially Joe Pike. But as I got into the story, I noticed the changes less and less. If you go into this book with no preconceived ideas, you won’t notice at all because he really did a great job with the narration. When Robert Crais is on, his books are great. Sunset Express is a fantastic PI novel and addition to the Elvis Cole and Joe Pike series. Here’s hoping the next is just as strong.
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Interesting read
1dachsmom More than 1 year ago
HIGHLY RECOMMEND!! Another great read by this author. Don't miss this one!!!
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nicelynicely More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best Elvis Cole/Joe Pike stories yet. I enjoyed every page and recommend it highly to anyone who is a fan of mystery novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the entire Elvis Cole and Joe Pike series. I purchased #8 because it was very inexpensive. I enjoyed it so much, I paid far more than I normally would and have now read books one through 15. I eagerly await #16. Book #6 was quick, fun and at certain points, edge of your seat reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story as usual!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Favorite author. Always a good read.