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⑇ Types of text Robert B. Parker's Colorblind ⑫ Author Reed Farrel Coleman ┃

⑇ Types of text Robert B. Parker's Colorblind ⑫ Author Reed Farrel Coleman ┃ ⑇ Types of text Robert B. Parker's Colorblind ⑫ Author Reed Farrel Coleman ┃ 1 She thought she might pass out from the ache in her side or that her heart might explode in her chest as she ran barefoot along the dunes Her beautiful long beaded braids, of which she was rightfully proud, slapped against her shoulders, her face, and fell in front of her eyes She stopped, trying to catch her breath and to listen for them, for their heavy footfalls, but the low roar of the waves swallowed up all the sounds of the night, much as they had overwhelmed her cries for help Too tired to think, she bent over at the waist, sucking in huge gulps of crisp sea air Her throat was raw from screaming Sweat rolled down her forehead, stinging her eyes It covered her dark black skin and soaked through her sports bra, panties, and torn warm up pants As her wind returned to her and the stitch in her side subsided, she felt the burn of her sweat seeping into the nicks and cuts around her ankles caused by the brambles and sharp dune grasses Her jaw was throbbing from where one of them had smashed his fist into her face And as she pressed her fingers to the swelling, the absurdity of the situation rushed back in like the waves on the beach below This can t be happening to me Things like this happen to other women She reached into her pocket to feel for the cell phone that she knew wasn t there, the image of it on top of the nightstand as clear to her as if she were back in the room at the bed and breakfast Her skin was suddenly gooseflesh, her perspiration turning cold with fear, and she wished she d listened to Steve and taken her phone, wished she d been able to hang on to her Harvard hoodie But the man who d laid her out with that one punch, the man who d torn at her pants and climbed on top of her, grunting, pawing her, had clutched it even after she d kneed him in the groin It was only when she rolled out from under him and ran, hearing laughter in the night, that she realized the man who d attacked her wasn t alone She ran down to the beach, hoping, praying, that she d come upon another runner or a couple, maybe some kids around a campfire But there was no one, not in either direction, not as far as she could see There were tears in her eyes She was shaking and her heart was doing a fluttery thing she wasn t sure she had ever felt before She d been able to hold it together until then, until she saw that she was very alone on that stretch of Massachusetts beach She decided to double back and head north along the shore toward the B and B in Swan Harbor She prayed the men chasing her had gone south, trying to get ahead of her to wall her off and pin her in Besides, she had no idea what was down the beach beyond the edge of darkness At least she had some sense of the beach in Swan Harbor and knew that at one point the beach became rocky Maybe there was a cave or a cove she could hide herself in until sunup The thought of that, of the sun rising over the Atlantic, stopped the tears and filled her with hope It was short lived There they were, above her, to her left along the dunes She ran faster, then stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a shadowy figure thirty yards ahead of her on the beach She turned the other way, but it was no good Two of them were there She ran to the dunes, her churning feet sinking into the cool sand as they came around slowly behind her, their sneering laughter filling the night One of them yanked her braids so that her head snapped back and she lost her balance, the sand slipping out from under her feet She fell awkwardly onto her neck and shoulder, landing so hard that pain shot down her whole left side, the jolt of it taking her breath away When she came back into the moment a few seconds later, she wished she hadn t They had her pinned and he was on top of her again Only this time his knees were on either side of her She swung her head wildly from side to side, writhed beneath him, fighting to break free of the hands holding her down, but it was no good He clamped a powerful hand under her chin to force her to look up at him You just had to go and knee me, didn t you he said, squeezing her face so hard that her teeth cut into the insides of her cheeks The taste of copper and iron flashed across her tongue Her body steadied as much out of exhaustion as anything else You made a mistake doing that A very big mistake Get her damned pants off Time to teach her a lesson She was at it again, her muscles giving absolutely everything they had left to give, and she screamed for all it was worth But her voice was nearly gone, as was all of her strength You done now he said in a whisper, his lips close to her ear Are you done She was crying too fiercely to answer him, and before she could even think what to do next she felt his fist crash into her face again and again Her body went limp and her mind empty When she roused, she d retreated into a peaceful world so deep inside her own head that she wanted to stay there forever It was strange, she thought, how she could still hear the sea and could feel them dragging her by the feet, the sand and dune grasses tearing at her face Then, just before she slipped completely away, she remembered that tomorrow was Columbus Day The Nia, the Pinta, and the Santa Mara The Nia, the Pinta, and the Santa Mara The Nia She could no longer hear the ocean 2 Everything was completely different, yet just the same Paradise was as it had always been in the fall, the trees exploding with color, the wind blowing in off the Atlantic biting with sharper teeth Jesse Stone wasn t a man given to deep philosophical thought He knew up from down, which base to cover when throws came in from the outfield, and, most important, right from wrong His sense of right and wrong was like his North Star, guiding him through the wilderness of a world that had lost its way Yet as he looked at the windblown swirl of reds, yellows, browns, and greens on the trees outside his new condo that morning, he could not help but think it strange that the beauty of the leaves was an expression of their deaths As far as he could tell, there was only inevitability in human death and not much beauty in it There was certainly no beauty in murder, the kind of death he was most familiar with He didn t waste any time contemplating the leaves or why the familiar now seemed strange There was the fact that his house had been sold that summer and that he d moved into a two bedroom condo in a development at the edge of the Swap That wasn t it He had moved many times in his life without it shaking his foundation Nor was it that today would be his first day back on the job after two months away He had to admit that it had taken some getting used to, being away from Paradise Jesse hadn t taken any real time off since he d been forced to walk away from baseball and joined the LAPD That was strange, too, because it felt like it had happened both only yesterday and a million years ago He knew exactly what it was that was causing him to see the world with new eyes, and he knew he was going to have to spend every day for the rest of his life getting used to it Patricia Cooper at the donut shop raised her right eyebrow at the sight of Jesse standing before her For an old Yankee like Patricia, a raised eyebrow was tantamount to a fainting spell Jeez, Jesse Been a long time Got so we were worried Molly would be warming your seat on a permanent basis She would never let that happen One corner of Patricia s mouth turned up No, I s pose not An assorted dozen for you Better make that two dozen and a large cup of coffee We ve got that machine in the station now, but I ve thought about the taste of your coffee every day since I ve been gone The other corner of her mouth turned up Molly was seated at the front desk, not in Jesses office as hed expected Theyd spoken a few times since hed returned, but like everything else since hed come home, their conversations had been just a bit different The usual rhythm of their banter seemed out of joint Hed supposed that was a function of Mollys anger at him for sticking her in a job she never wanted and for staying away a few weeks longer than hed planned to be gone Before he could open his mouth, Molly said, Don t you ever do that to me again, Jesse Stone God knows why I love you in the first place, but it won t last two months of me sitting in that office She pointed over her shoulder at the door with chief printed in black letters on the pebbled glass He placed the donuts in front of her Cross my heart, Crane Put them in the break room yourself Until you walk into that office back there, I m still acting chief Seems to me you re pretty comfortable with giving orders Seems to me I hated every minute of it How about the extra pay When Molly smiled up at him, he knew things would be all right Just as his sense of right and wrong had been his internal guide, Molly had long since become the person by whom he could set his watch Jesse took two donuts out of the box and left the rest right where they were I m going into my office now, Crane You can make an executive decision about what to do with the donuts He turned and walked away Jesse she called after him What is it, Molly It s good to have you back Good to be back In ten minutes, come in and we ll talk over personnel and what s been going on while I ve been gone The office was much as he had left it, if neater and a tad less dusty But the essentials were in place his worn glove and ball on his desk, the flags in the corner, the photos of the past chiefs on the wall, the slats of the old blinds open on the yacht club and Stiles Island He sat behind his desk, his eyes immediately turning to the lower right hand drawer, the drawer in which he had kept a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label since he first arrived in Paradise There was no bottle in there now He was determined that there would never be one there again He wasn t just playing at not drinking any or, as Dix phrased it, holding his breath to prove to the world he didn t need to drink He d been to rehab, finally, and had been sober for a few weeks But he had been warned that the struggles might not begin in earnest until he got back to his familiar surroundings Seeing the empty space where the bottle used to reside, smelling the scotch that wasn t there, he felt a phantom twinge, as if from a limb that had recently been removed 3 Molly sat across the desk from him, a small pile of files between them Jesse picked up the top file, opened it, and scanned the few sheets of paper within How s Suit Molly shook her head Even boring now that he s married Alisha, he said How s she doing Molly s expression surprised him What s that face about She said, I guess Alisha s feeling her oats C mon, Molly, this isn t Modern Farmer What does that mean It s just that she s not the shy, quiet, obedient rookie any She questioned the way a few of the older guys handled some things They didn t like it much Coming from a woman, you mean Molly didn t answer Or from an African American woman Hiring Alisha hadn t been a popular move with the Board of Selectmen Some of it had to do with her race, though Jesse suspected it had less to do with her gender or the color of her skin than budgetary concerns They would have preferred he take on a retired big city cop who already had a pension and medical benefits But Jesse knew that hiring a retired cop came with baggage He didn t need a cop who had bad habits or thought he was doing Paradise a favor, someone who could walk away the first time things got rough or he got an order he didn t like Jesse wanted someone he could train himself, someone who would be committed to Paradise Jesse recognized that the town was changing, that people from Boston were moving in and commuting He wanted a diverse force and for his cops to reflect Paradise s future and not only its past I don t think it s that, Jesse, Molly said She s young, and you know how guys set in their ways can get Uh huh I was going to have to tell you anyway, so I might as well tell you now For the last few weeks, we ve been having some trouble with bikers, mostly in the Swap Bikers as in biker gangs like Satan s Whores I can deal with She cut him off Not them, Jesse These were skinhead types, belligerent, real troublemakers They went into the Scupper and started squawking about how even lily white places like Paradise were being overrun by mud people and inferior races I ve heard it all before Same song, different day We had them when I was a kid in Tucson and in L.A Free speech comes in ugly forms, too So what happened Joey the barman phoned it in to the station when some of the patrons took exception, and Alisha was in that sector I sent Suit and Gabe as backup just in case Good decision It s what I would have done But when Suit and Gabe saw what was going on, they pulled seniority on Alisha and got between her and the skinheads I wasn t there, but Gabe says it was getting pretty heated Sounded to me like they did the right thing by taking charge.Praise for Robert B Parkers Colorblind Superior Coleman makes the impact of these events on individuals palpable, giving this nuanced entry emotional weight Publishers WeeklyPraise for the Robert B Parker novels by Reed Farrel ColemanColemans fourth Jesse Stone novel is easily his best It features a clever plot and finds Jesse confronting some very real inner demons Best of all, it brings together three of Robert B Parker s much loved characters Must reading for Parker devotees Booklist starred review Coleman deftly captures the nuances of this character He skillfully keeps Stone on the track that Parker set, while also adding his own touches to the character and the story Oline Cogdill for SouthFlorida.com Robert B Parker s Lullaby Spenser Praise for Handpicked by the estate to be keeper of flame franchise, award winning author Ace Atkins rises flawlessly occasion began writing in while teaching Boston Northeastern University Now he acknowledged as dean American crime fiction was named Grand Master Mystery Writers America Kickback Atkins In new novel from New York Times bestselling master Atkins, violence comes many formsand this time it may than Quinn Colson can handle Books Dean Crime Fiction Between , published nearly Almost them were bestsellers He started each his with a very brief sketch an idea sentence or two, sometimes Our Our firm founded Sr Built on hard work, honesty, integrity, start up business has grown into area largest multigenerational, family owned operated site construction companyReed Farrel Coleman Wikipedia Reed born March is writer and poet Life career Coleman, youngest three boys, raised Sheepshead Bay, Coney Island, Brighton Beach section Brooklyn As Books Coleman Author Series Moe Prager, Book For over twenty years, retired NYPD officer PI Prager been haunted secret that would eventually destroy Now, two years after fallout truth, secrets are haunting 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    • Robert B. Parker's Colorblind
    • 4.2
    • 424
    • Format Kindle
    • 0399574948
    • Reed Farrel Coleman
    • Anglais
    • 27 March 2017

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