: G.S. MARRIOTT
: RAGE A JOHN COOPER NOVEL
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
: 200
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Detective John Cooper had seen it all, done it all---until now. He and his partner, Kelly McArthur, are dispatched to a homicide of a low-level druggie, who was brutally tortured. All identification on the body has been removed: fingerprints, tattoos, scars, teeth and even clothing tags, all gone. Weeks later, a second body turns up miles away, also a small-time hood, exhibiting similar viciousness and lack of identifiers. Cooper's question is, why? What is the killer(s) hiding and why the cruelty to their victims prior to death? A tip from an unlikely source leads the detectives to now believe their case may have roots which began in Canada. Although their highly problematic murder case is time-sensitive, McArthur can't ignore the abrupt transfer of a close friend and fellow policewoman, who refused to succumb to the constant sexual advances of a superior officer. The 'old boys club' is apparently still alive and well. McArthur desperately wants to take on these misogynistic predators to help her friend, but even with Cooper covering her six to the max, she can't help but hesitate because, win or lose, pursuing this could spell the end of her own career.
1
Breakfast. Best meal of the day in Cooper’s mind. Today he and his partner were enjoying that particular day-starter in a restaurant they rarely got to, primarily due to its location. It sat on the outer edge of the normal patrol zone for the downtown area, but since they were done for a few days and out that way anyway, decided to treat themselves. Treat, because this wasn’t your usual greasy spoon diner. This one was unique, not only with top-quality food and people, but also the esthetics. It was an old-style converted Airstream trailer; the shiny aluminum kind, adorned by two horizontal red stripes which went all the way around the exterior. Though totally grounded, with additions added to allow for more seating, it still looked as though, at a moments notice, it could be jacked up, pulled away and never seen again.
However, that was never going to happen. The proprietors of this establishment, a couple by the name of Ken and Donna Entwistle, had told Cooper on an earlier visit, they were both born in Canada, but had moved to California several years back, from a place called Flin Flon, Manitoba. She advised him they became tired of the cold winters and decided to move south and try their hand at running a restaurant of their own. It was a lot of work, but they obviously had made the right choice, because both loved being here and their dreams of success had indeed become a reality. Hard work will do that, but so will great food, people and wonderful optics, Cooper knew.
The interior reflected an era, probably circa 1960-70s, as it was adorned with vintage chrome stools, covered with the bright red padded vinyl seats. They were bolted down to a raised platform of black and white checkerboard tiles, which ran the full length of the countertop and matched the larger ones covering the floor. The remaining decor followed the same nostalgic motif, with its’ four-seat booths bordering the windows, 45 rpm records of past hitmakers scattered about the walls and even old-style mini juke-boxes attached to the walls of each booth. Astonishingly, for the price of a quarter, they actually worked. Flip the metal pages, pick your song, insert quarter and push the button and voila, there’s your song coming over the speakers. It was like stepping through a time portal. Cooper had only seen these things in magazines. The place was called ‘The Skyway’ and sat directly under a railway overpass, topping off the visual effect perfectly.
Kenny was an average sized guy who looked to be in his mid-fifties, but still in pretty go