Live Bait is the second novel in PJ Tracy's Gino and Magozzi thriller series. When elderly Morey Gilbert is found, lying dead in the grass by his wife, Lily, it's a tragedy, but it shouldn't have been a shock - old people die. But when she finds a bullet hole in his skull, the blood washed away by heavy rain, sadness turns to fear. It looks like an execution ...Soon a whole city is fearful as new victims are found, killed with the same cold precision. All elderly. All apparently blameless. Detectives Gino and Magozzi, race to uncover a connection and their best hope of doing so may be Grace McBride, beautiful, damaged survivor of an earlier killing spree. And the answers, it seems, are buried in a terrible past. Grace MacBride and Detectives Gino and Magozzi are back in PJ Tracy's Live Bait, the follow-up to debut Want to Play? Live Bait is an exciting thriller that explores the chilling extremes of evil and retribution, and is followed in the series by Dead Run and Snow Blind. Fans of Karen Rose should be paying attention. Praise for PJ Tracy: "Her second offering doesn't disappoint. Vivid scenes, realistic characters and humorous dialogue". (Time Out). "A fast-paced, gripping read with thrills and devilish twists". (Guardian). PJ Tracy is the pseudonynm for the mother-and-daughter writing team of P.J. and Traci Lambrecht. They are the authors of the award-winning and bestselling thrillers Live Bait, Dead Run, Snow Blind, Play to Kill, the Richard and Judy Book Club pick Want to Play? and Two Evils. All six books feature detectives Gino and Magozzi and maverick computer hacker Grace McBride, and are available from Penguin in paperback and ebook. P.J. and Traci both live near Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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PJ Tracy lives in the US. Live Bait is her second novel.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
It was just after sunrise and still raining when Lily found her husband's body. He was lying faceup on the asphalt apron in front of the greenhouse, eyes and mouth open, collecting rainwater.
Even dead, he looked quite handsome in this position, gravity pulling back the loose, wrinkled skin of his face, smoothing away eighty-four years of pain and smiles and worries.
Lily stood over him for a moment, wincing when the raindrops plopped noisily onto his eyes.
I hate eyedrops.
Morey, hold still. Stop blinking.
Stop blinking, she says, while she pours chemicals into my eyes.
Hush. It's not chemicals. Natural tears, see? It says so right on the bottle.
You expect a blind man to read?
A little grain of sand in your eye and suddenly you're blind. Big tough guy.
And they're not natural tears. What do they do? Go to funerals and hold little bottles under crying people? No, they mix chemicals together and call it natural tears. It's false advertising, is what it is. These are unnatural tears. A little bottle of lies.
Shut up, old man.
This is the thing, Lily. Nothing should pretend to be what it's not. Everything should have a big label that says what it is so there's no confusion. Like the fertilizer we used on the bedding plants that year that killed all our ladybugs, what was it called?
Plant So Green.
Right. So it should have been called Plant So Green Ladybug So Dead. Forget the tiny print on the back you can't read. Real truth in labeling, that's what we need. This is a good rule. God should follow such a rule.
What can I say? He made a big mistake there. Would it have been such a problem for Him to make things look like what they are? I mean, He's God, right? This is something He could do. Think about it. You've got a guy at the door with this great smile and nice face and you let him in and he kills your whole family. This is God's mistake. Evil should look evil. Then you don't let it in.
You, of all people, should know it's not that simple.
It's exactly that simple.
Lily took a breath, then sat on her heels-a young posture for such an old woman, but her knees were still good, still strong and flexible. She couldn't get Morey's eyes to close all the way, and with them open only a slit, he looked sinister. It was the first thing that had frightened Lily in a very long time. She wouldn't look at them as she pushed back the darkened silver hair the rain had plastered to his skull.
One of her fingers slipped into a hole on the side of his head and she froze. "Oh, no," she whispered, then rose quickly, wiping her fingers on her overalls.
"I told you so, Morey," she scolded her husband one last time. "I told you so."
--From Live Bait by P. J. Tracy, copyright © 2004 Patricia Lambrecht and Traci Lambrecht, published by G. P. Putnam's Sons, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., all rights reserved, reprinted with permission from the publisher.
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Descrizione libro Penguin Books, 2005. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. Never used!. Codice libro della libreria P110141011335
Descrizione libro Penguin Books, 2005. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. book. Codice libro della libreria M0141011335