Jonathan Santlofer - Anatomy of Fear

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Jonathan Santlofer uses his formidable skills, both as a writer and an artist, to create a unique thriller with a tantalizing concept: two men-one good, one evil-who think in pictures and whose drawings illustrate this gripping novel. Anatomy of Fear pits Santlofer's new hero, the talented and highly successful police sketch artist Nate Rodriguez, against a vicious murderer who makes portraits of his victims before he kills them.
Haunted by the death of his father, an NYPD undercover narc, Nate has avoided the action and buried his emotions behind his pads and pencils for years. But that's all about to change. Brought onto the case to draw the face of a man no one has lived to see, Nate is pulled into the dark and twisted mind of a killer. As the portrait comes to Nate in bits and pieces-a face taking shape in his mind and on the page-the killer uses his own talents to shift the focus of the investigation in a startling and unexpected way. Each drawing moves the men ever closer to each other in a terrifying game of cat and mouse with deadly consequences.
Jonathan Santlofer has crafted a brilliant and original suspense novel that mixes prose and pictures, love and hate, cold reality and mysticism, and finally redemption. Anatomy of Fear will have readers on the edge of their seats from the first page-and first picture-to the riveting climax.

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Its just a fragment but he recognizes it The big one he thinks Soon He - фото 56

It’s just a fragment, but he recognizes it.

The big one, he thinks. Soon.

He prints the word PATIENCE below his drawing and puts it aside, but his hand has begun to tremble as a memory slithers into his unconscious and hangs there, a web ready to snare him.

No way he will allow it.

He drops to the floor, balancing on fingertips and boot tips.

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.

His own private hell, fueling him like hot coals.

Up, down. Up, down.

The sweat has begun to drip from his forehead and gather under his armpits.

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.

Faster now, blood pumping, fingers aching, arm muscles quivering, breath expelled like gunshots.

Up, down. Up, down.

The demons are breaking up the way his drawings come together, fragmenting, dissolving.

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.

There they go, gone. Dust.

His arms give out. He rolls onto his side, drawing in breath after breath, then slowly pulls himself up and regards his fragmented drawing, recognizes it as just a portion of his opus, his major work, the pieces not quite there yet. In the back of his mind there are mini-explosions like Fourth of July fireworks, gorgeous, thrilling, and he knows in time the drawing will come together and he will make it real.

17

Terri had to head back to Midtown North for another meeting with the feds but dropped me at the NYU campus.

I spent what felt like a worthless half hour with the roommate of the murdered college kid, Dan Rice. He and Rice had gone to a bar for a couple of beers before Rice went to get the car he kept in a midtown garage. He was planning to drive out and see his parents, but never made it. The roommate didn’t see anything. No man in a long coat or ski mask. The only thing I learned, which I hadn’t known before, was that Rice was from a wealthy Greenwich, Connecticut, family, but I didn’t think that was enough reason to kill him. He suggested I speak to Rice’s girlfriend.

“Was she with him?” I asked.

“No, but maybe she could tell you something.”

I told the kid he’d make a good cop and he smiled.

I cut across the campus, showed my badge to a guard in the dormitory, and took the elevator to the third floor. I was still thinking about Harrison Stone, the man shot in Brooklyn, when Beverly Majors opened the door.

She was a beauty, but that wasn’t the important part. The important part was that she was black. Harrison Stone’s wife was white. The same was true for Acosta, a Latino.

Interracial couples? Had the PD put it together too?

I asked Beverly Majors how long she had known Rice and she said about year.

“Did you mostly stay in or go out?”

“We just liked to hang out.” She shrugged, trying to act cool, but she had started to chew her lip and blink a lot; what people do when they’re trying not to cry. “I’d meet him downstairs in Washington Square.” She pointed out the window. “See that bench? We had lunch there like once a week. Sometimes, when we had time, we’d go up to Central Park and take a long walk.”

Washington Square. Central Park. Places to be seen.

But why had the killer gone for Rice and not her?

I couldn’t figure that out.

I asked her if it was all right if I sketched her and she shrugged again. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful. I just felt a need to draw her.

“I don’t look that good,” she said when I stopped.

“Sure you do.”

“You going to do anything with it?”

“You want it?”

She shrugged again, but I could see she did, so I tore it out of the pad and handed it to her. I didn’t think I needed it. I had just needed the process.

The process. Drawing.

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The way to capture a subject.

It made me think about the unsub, the fact that he drew his victims before he killed them. Was it his way of capturing them?

Beverly Majors said “Thanks” and offered up a wan smile. She had stopped chewing her lip and seemed a little more relaxed. Maybe I had established some sort of rapport with her.

I brought her back to the night Rice had been killed and asked her to try and picture it.

She took a deep breath. “It was raining. I remember because I’d worn suede shoes and they got ruined. Oh, God, that sounds awful. I don’t care about the shoes. It’s just something I remember. I stepped into one of those greasy puddles, you know, in the curb, when gasoline or something mixes with the water?” She swallowed and I could see she was fighting tears.

I asked her to close her eyes and think about the crowd that had assembled once the cops were there.

“Did you notice anyone? Someone who stood out, someone you might have seen earlier in the evening, or anytime before?”

“I don’t think I ever looked at the crowd. I was just staring down into the puddles. I didn’t want to see what was going on.” A tear cut down her cheek.

“I know this is hard, but-”

“It’s okay. I, I don’t even know how I feel. I mean…I can’t locate my emotions. Does that sound weird?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know if Dan and I even had a future, but now…” She took another breath. “Dan was from a rich family and I grew up in a project. I can’t imagine what his parents would have thought if their only son brought home a black girl-and Dan never did. Bring me home, I mean.”

She was so charming and beautiful, it was hard to imagine anyone not falling for her, but I’d witnessed enough to know that prejudice lay just below the top layer of almost everyone’s skin, regardless of their color. Some hid it better than others, and some tried to overcome it. But it was pretty much here to stay and I guessed Beverly Majors knew that as well as I did.

I asked her a few questions that she couldn’t answer, but seeing her had told me something important.

I went downstairs and sat on the bench she’d pointed out from her dorm window. It was near the north end of the square, just a few feet from the arch and out in the open. Anyone could have seen them. Obviously someone had.

I called Russo right away and told her. The minute I did she said, “Interracial couples! Jesus! That’s what I’ve been trying to get at. The racial angle. I knew it had to be there.”

18

Agent Richardson handed Monica Collins a printout two inches thick, then took a seat at the conference table beside his fellow field officer, Mike Archer. “Active and inactive soldiers in the tri-state area,” he said.

Collins fingered the stack of paper. “How is it broken down?”

“Military divisions-army, navy, National Guard, active and inactive; New York, New Jersey, everything highlighted by color. Blue is anyone over the age of fifty, so not worth looking at. Yellow are active, but out of state or overseas, also eliminated. Green is active, full-time, which would leave little time for a homicide hobby. Orange are your badly wounded and handicapped, obviously not our man. Red are your psyche discharges, which I’m thinking are priority. Twelve hundred and sixteen of them. National Guard are purple.”

Collins acknowledged his work with a slight nod of approval, then slid the mass of paper back toward him. “Like you said, start with the psyche discharges. And see if anyone’s got a police record or done time.”

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