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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I turned back to the sketch I had made.

“What about the man?” I asked.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I see a dark face. Un hombre en máscara.

A man in a mask. I shivered.

“There are- ¿cómo se dice? -holes for his eyes and nose, his mouth too.” She was pointing out the features on her face with her eyes closed. “I can see the eyes, light eyes, con una mirada fria.”

I found the sketch Id made and asked her to look at it Madre mía She - фото 66

I found the sketch I’d made and asked her to look at it.

“Madre mía.” She crossed herself and mumbled something under her breath about Chango.

“Is there anything else?” I asked, feeling like I was in some paranormal thriller like The

Omen, things I had always claimed I did not believe in but were now impossible to deny.

The eyes she said describing them while I made another drawing I showed - фото 67

“The eyes,” she said, describing them while I made another drawing.

I showed her what I’d drawn.

She took a deep breath and crossed herself again. “ Sí, those are the eyes.”

But how could my grandmother, up in Spanish Harlem, have any idea about the man we were hunting?

She suddenly grasped my wrist. “Nato, ten cuidado.”

“Sure,” I said. “Of course. I’m a careful guy, a born coward, a cobarde. ” I tacked on a fake smile.

Dont be a wise man she said meaning a wise guy which made me smile and - фото 68

“Don’t be a wise man,” she said, meaning a wise guy, which made me smile, and she shook a finger at me. “Do not make fun, chacho. I have seen you in that room. I do not know what it means, but…” She got up and crossed the room to the bóveda.

I looked back at the symbol my grandmother had described, which I had drawn from her vision, the almost identical symbol on Carolyn Spivack’s belt, and it gave me another chill.

My grandmother scooped up seashells from the bóveda. She was humming to herself while she moved the shells from hand to hand, “Ten Cuidado con el Corazón…” That favorite song of hers, a love song that came with a warning: Be careful.

24

Ifolded myself into a hard-backed chair opposite Terri’s desk. I’d done some research and needed to tell her, but there was a question stuck in my mind since she’d pushed me into Denton’s face.

“So what’s up between you and Denton?”

“What do you mean?”

“It seemed to me that there was some history between you two.”

Terri’s eyes flashed. “I have no history with that man.”

That was essentially a declaration that she did have a history with “that man.” I remembered a lecturer at Quantico saying that people became impersonal when they wanted to distance themselves from something and it’s usually because they are hiding something or lying. It was like Bill Clinton saying, “I did not have sex with that woman. ” I remembered hearing that and thinking, Oh, Bill, you so did . Which, by the way, was fine by me. If the president of the United States can’t get a blow job, who can? Though, perhaps he should not have gotten it in the Oval Office, from his intern.

“So you’ve got no history with that man. Fine.”

She tried to neutralize her face while maintaining eye contact. People tend to think if they make eye contact you will believe them.

Terri let out a held breath. “Oh, fuck, what the hell do I care if you know I once had a five-minute fling with that son of a bitch? So what? It was before he was chief. Ancient history.”

“Oh, ancient history. Sorry, I guess you thought I was asking about modern history.”

“Screw you, Rodriguez.”

“I was kidding. What are you getting so pissed off about?”

“You were not kidding. And I’m pissed because you’re condemning me for something that was a mistake and meant nothing, and is over, and by the way, is none of your fucking business.”

I put up my hands. “Sorry. And I’m not condemning you.”

“I see it in your smug little face, Rodriguez. And why the hell do I care-why the hell do you care-who I’ve slept with?”

“I don’t.”

“Fuck you don’t.”

I thought about that: Why did I care who she slept with?

“Have I answered your question sufficiently, Rodriguez?”

“Sorry,” I said again, and laid the images I’d brought with me out in front of her, which I knew would change the subject.

What am I looking at Its from the drawing of Carolyn Spivack I made an - фото 69

“What am I looking at?”

“It’s from the drawing of Carolyn Spivack. I made an enlargement of what was drawn on her belt.” I didn’t bother to tell her how I’d come to recognize it from my grandmother’s vision because I didn’t want her to think I was crazy.

“Okay. But what is it?”

“I did a little research, Googled everything from Egyptian hieroglyphics to the Rosetta Stone until I finally found it.”

“And?”

“That’s the cover of The White Man’s Bible. It’s like the white supremacists’ handbook.”

“Is it in any of the other drawings?”

“Not that I could find.” I slid a stack of pages over to her. “I pulled these excerpts off the Internet. The White Man’s Bible preaches violence against blacks, Jews, and race traitors-which is anyone who defends them.”

“Or marries them, or hangs out with them, that it?”

“Bull’s-eye. Boyfriends like Daniel Rice and girlfriends like Carolyn Spivack.”

“Race traitors,” said Terri, shaking her head. “Has a really nasty ring to it. But it makes sense of why the unsub sometimes chooses the white partners.”

“To show us that they’re just as guilty. Maybe guiltier, in his eyes. I wonder what that makes me, a Jew and Latino-a doubleheader, right?”

“Don’t kid about that.”

“Who says I’m kidding?” I picked at my cuticles.

“I’ve got to get this to Hate Crimes. Maybe they can identify a specific group that reads this crap.”

“My take is they all read it.”

Terri sucked on her lower lip while I made a mess of my fingernails.

“There has to be something Hate Crimes can tell us: the local groups, maybe a few addresses.”

“These days they stay in touch through the Internet. It’s a lot safer. Which means it’s not just local. Check this out.” I handed her another sheet of my online research, a list. “There’s a whole lot of them out there-the KKK, Christian Identity, Youth Scene, Aryan Nation, Soldiers of War, World Church of the Creator, which is your basic ecumenical come-one come-all assemblage for Neo-Nazi skinheads and white supremacists. Some statistics say there are as few as twenty thousand in the U.S., but the analysts who keep track of these groups…” I shook my head. “They put the number at about half a million-and growing.”

“Jesus,” she said.

“Don’t know what they’d make of him these days, probably wouldn’t go for the long hair and preaching love for thy fellow man.”

“So we’re looking for a fanatic.” Terri rapped her fingernails along the edge of her desk. “I hate to say it, but clearly the G can add to this. I’m sure they have reams of info on these groups and files on all the leaders. I’ve got to show them. It totally confirms what we thought about the hate crime angle.”

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