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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“You like being back in action?”

I stroked her leg. “You mean in the sack?”

“No, asshole. I meant as a cop.”

“I knew exactly what you meant, and yeah, I like it. I like it a lot.”

“And you’re good, a natural.”

“Thanks.” I was flattered. “But I like being a sketch artist too.”

“And a great one, no argument there.”

I shrugged with false modesty. “So tell me about you and Denton.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I’m interested?”

“I don’t remember asking you about your past with other women.”

“There weren’t any. You were my first.” I smiled, but she had already rolled away from me and wrapped the blanket around her.

“So what do you want to know-how many times we did it, or what sort of lover he was?”

“Forget it. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was a sore spot.”

“You think I fucked Denton to get ahead, is that it?”

“I never said that.”

“But you’re thinking it.”

“I’m thinking that you’re overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting. And by the way, one fuck does not entitle you to my entire sexual history.”

“I didn’t ask about your sexual history. I asked about Denton. And I said I was sorry.”

“This was a mistake,” she said. “You should go.”

“Oh, come on. Get over it.”

“Why?” Terri’s features screwed up with anger. “Because you say I should?”

“Just forget it.”

“Forget what-that you’re telling me how to feel or interrogating me about my sex life?”

“Forget it all. ” I stood up and tugged on my pants. “Forget I ever came here.”

“Were you ever here?”

“I thought I was, but I guess not.” I reached for my shirt and continued to get dressed, the whole time waiting for Terri to stop me, but she didn’t.

W hy the hell did I do that?

Terri Russo flopped onto her bed and tried to answer the question.

Do what? Invite him home, or throw him out?

She couldn’t come up with an answer, but it didn’t matter because clearly it had been one more mistake in a long line of mistakes, always with men. But damn it, she’d thought Rodriguez was different.

She traipsed into the bathroom, wound her hair into a ponytail, washed her face, and stared into the mirror thinking when it came to men she just never got it right. Maybe what that cop psychiatrist had said was true, maybe her father had screwed her up for life-and love.

“What a jerk,” she said to her reflection. She didn’t need anyone to point out that she had just broken one of the cardinal rules-Do not sleep with someone you work with-for the second time.

And now what? For starters, how was she going to deal with Rodriguez on the job? Like it never happened? Too late for that. And damn it, she liked the guy. She slammed her towel into the hamper so hard the wicker basket toppled and fell.

Had she slept with Denton to get ahead?

No. She’d been telling the truth when she said she didn’t know Denton was on his way up. Or did she?

And what about Rodriguez, the sketch-artist cop with a special talent? Was she using him too?

Terri got back into bed and dropped her head onto the pillow though she knew it was going to be a rough night. Rodriguez had stirred up too many questions that she couldn’t answer.

Iwalked home to burn off my anger. I had asked about Denton because I was curious to know why she’d slept with him. Yeah, it was the wrong thing to ask, but I still thought she’d overreacted. It made me realize I didn’t know anything about Terri Russo, except now I knew what she looked like naked and how she smelled, and I liked both of those things.

But the fight had set off a little paranoia and I started to wonder if she really liked me or had an ulterior motive for taking me home. But what? Clearly I wasn’t powerful, like Denton. I couldn’t help her career. Or could I?

I didn’t know what to think except now I wished I hadn’t told her about my father. There had been a moment, obviously a weak one, when I wanted to tell her, a way to get some of the grief and guilt off my soul and share it with someone I was starting to like. Now it felt like a mistake, all the feelings about my father I had worked hard to suppress bubbling to the surface.

Shit.

Plus, it was going to be really weird to see her at the precinct. Didn’t everyone know that sleeping with a colleague was a huge mistake? Obviously, not me.

I headed crosstown, stores and offices closed up for the night; streets that overflowed with people during the day, now desolate. An icy drizzle had started and my old leather jacket, already worn and edging on shabby, was going to get soaked and go over the edge, but nothing I could do about that. I turned the collar up and as I did, the man in the long coat and ski mask slid into my mind. I rounded Thirty-ninth Street with the feeling that someone was behind me, but when I turned to look, there was no one there.

I shivered and blamed it on the cold. I’d never been scared in the city. It had been my home for too long. I told myself I was being ridiculous, that it was the result of working a triple homicide, having my father on my mind, and my emotions stirred up by Terri Russo. I passed a few delis that serviced the fabric-and-button industry, all closed, and quickened my pace.

There were people on Eighth Avenue-late-night commuters on their way to Port Authority, winos and junkies going nowhere, a few businessmen skulking out of porn shops-and I was happy to see them all, even the Hispanic transvestites stumbling out of Club Escuelita on my corner. Three of them huddled together under the street lamp, passing a joint, adjusting their minis and tank tops.

“Hey there, guapo, ” said one, and the rest joined in, whistling and hooting, offering sex and a good time-though black stubble pricking its way through smudged pancake makeup was never my idea of a good time.

I told them I was tired and they called me a mentiroso but left it at that, and I was relieved. Despite the makeup and heels, the Escuelita crowd were not sissy boys. Most of them sported prison-made tattoos and packed shivs. The week I’d moved into the neighborhood, there had been a stabbing in front of the club, and someone had created a makeshift altar-plastic flowers, pictures of saints, candles, writing on the wall, “In Memory of Angel” -to mark the spot, along with bloodstains that permeated the porous concrete and survived for a week before heavy rains washed them away. Now it felt like an omen, a prediction of murder. I shook it off and told myself to get a grip.

After Escuelita there was nothing-a couple of empty parking lots and deserted office buildings, including mine. For the first time since I’d moved in I wished I were not the only resident in my building.

I had just made it to the entrance when I had the feeling of being watched for the second time. I cast a look over my shoulder and could have sworn I saw something, a figure or a shadow, but wasn’t sure if I was confusing reality for all the images I’d stored in my brain over the years.

Inside, one of the two entry lights had burned out, the back half of the lobby in shadow. I unlocked the elevator and rode up to my floor.

I was too hyped to sleep, got a beer out of the fridge and considered giving Terri a call, but was in no mood to apologize. I sat down at my drawing table, flipped on my high-intensity lamp, opened my drawing pad, and started over. This time with no coat or ski mask. Just a face. But where was this new information coming from? I had no way to judge it. Was this the man we were hunting, or was I inventing him?

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