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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37

Dickie Marwell turned the simple act of entering the small Boston conference room into a three-act play: cape off with Zorro-like panache, Act I; gloves plucked daintily from each finger, Act II; trying out the two identical chairs, sagging into one, jiggling his bottom around in the other, Act III; a deep histrionic sigh as coda.

He smiled, or tried to. Nothing moved, his face a Botoxed mask. There were pale surgical scars around his ears. Still, I took him to be close to eighty.

“Can’t we do this in a cocktail lounge?” he asked.

I was about to point out that it was not quite 10:00 A.M. when he launched into his résumé, starting with, “I used to make movies.”

“Wait a minute, you’re that Dickie Marwell? I’ve seen all of your films on video and DVD- The House That Dripped Blood, Die, Die Dracula , and my all-time favorite, Killing the Undead.

I thought the skin on Marwell’s tight-as-a-drum face might split as he attempted to smile, though the simple act had been rendered close to impossible by the botulism injected into his facial muscles. “The one and only,” he said. “Retired. Beverly Hills paled and my hometown Beacon Hill beckoned.”

I wanted to ask him everything about making cheapo horror films in the fifties, but I was getting paid to ask other, more important, questions, so I opened my drawing pad to get started.

Marwell gripped my hand. “What have you done to your cuticles? Good-looking boy like you. My God, it’s a sin.”

I tugged my hand free.

“With your looks and name- Rodriguez -I can see it on a marquee faster than you can say ‘Qué pasa, baby.’ No offense, darling, but today it’s all Latin Latin Latin. Am I right, or am I right? I may no longer be in the film biz, but I keep up.” He framed my face. “If I were still making films I’d sign you up in a minute.”

“Another horror film, huh?”

Marwell’s hands continued to form rectangles around my mug. “I know a face when I see a face, and you have a face.”

“Yeah, I always knew that. I see it like two or three times a day.”

“But clearly not this morning. When was the last time you shaved? No matter. It’s a look, I know. And the camera will love you just the way you are. But promise me you will stop picking at your fingers.”

I promised. “So, tell me about the perpetrator.”

“The perpetrator. I love that.” He took a deep, dramatic breath. “Well, I had a party and showed a movie in my screening room, Brokeback Mountain, to make my old-fogy Boston amigos sit up and take notice, and-”

“Can we cut to the robbery, Mr. Marwell?”

“I’m the director, sweetie, I’ll say when we cut. And call me Dickie.”

“Okay, Dickie. The robbery?”

“Well, after my friends left I was exhausted from all of the party chitchat, you know how it is.”

I did not.

“Anyway, I went directly to sleep. Next thing I know, I’m awake, it’s the middle of the night, and oh my God, there’s a man in a black jumpsuit-awful, by the way, so seventies, and he was way too big for spandex- stealing my things! Here, in Beacon Hill, of all places. I mean, really, in Beverly Hills it’s to be expected, but-”

“Mr. Marwell-”

He raised a finger. “Dickie.”

“Right. Dickie. The man? In spandex? Can you describe him?”

“He had a big sack, like Santa, and he was putting my gold candlesticks in it-a gift from Vincent Price, by the way. I pretended to be asleep. I’m lucky to be alive!”

“But you saw him?”

“Indeed I did. A big man. Real rough trade. If I wasn’t so tired…” He laughed.

I took a deep breath and went through my usual questions-race, shape of the face-and Marwell was good.

I was doing fine for a while; Marwell had an excellent visual memory, but then something went wrong. When I looked down I was shocked.

I hadnt been listening to Marwell at all That other face in my mind was all I - фото 79 I hadnt been listening to Marwell at all That other face in my mind was all I - фото 80

I hadn’t been listening to Marwell at all. That other face in my mind was all I could see-and draw.

I didnt want to show Marwell but he turned it around Oh my whats this - фото 81

I didn’t want to show Marwell, but he turned it around. “Oh, my, what’s this? You need a Xanax, m’boy-or maybe just a good colonic?”

I said I was sorry. I didn’t know what had happened.

We took a coffee break and I asked Marwell a few questions about his life in Hollywood, which he was more than happy to answer. Afterward I tried again and did better. Marwell deemed my sketch brilliant and said if he ever made another movie he was going to call me.

“You’ll be the new Andy Garcia,” he said. “Only taller.”

“Oh, sure,” I said.

I gave the sketch to Nevins, who barely looked up from her desk when she said, “Thanks. Make sure you leave your social security number with the desk so you can get paid and reimbursed for the train and hotel.”

38

Denton plucked a paper clip off the file and began to bend it.

Had Rodriguez actually seen into his head?

No, that was impossible. But who knew what sort of voodoo shit went through these people’s minds?

Psychics. ESP. All bullshit.

But what if it wasn’t bullshit?

Denton skimmed through the files, father and the son, Juan and Nathan. The father had been a narc. Before his time. Had worked with his current chief of operations, Mickey Rauder.

Could Rauder know anything?

He had to know Vallie too. Were they still in contact? Had Vallie said something to Rauder?

The paper clip snapped.

No, he was getting carried away. If Vallie had so much as hinted at anything to straight-arrow Rauder he’d have heard about it by now. And so would everyone else. He had taken care of everything. There was nothing to worry about. He was just being paranoid.

It was Rodriguez’s fault for looking into his head.

And Russo’s. For bringing him into the case.

Oh, yes. I understand all about protecting your reputation.

Russo’s words echoed in his mind, her thinly veiled threat. She wouldn’t dare say anything. It was her career on the line too.

Russo. Rodriguez.

Denton picked up another paper clip and started to twist it.

Of course if Rodriguez fucked up, it was Russo’s fuck-up too. She’d go down, he’d see to that. One less cop around who could do him damage.

Terri wasn’t sure why she was looking at the crime scene photos again. Maybe she wanted to feel as if she still owned them, these dead bodies she had come to think of as under her care even if they were now federal property, the bodies flown to Quantico for more slicing and dicing. And Rodriguez was right: What more could the bodies possibly reveal? If the G found anything she and her team had missed, she’d be surprised.

Rodriguez.

She had not expected anything like this to happen; she’d been down this road one too many times to be a wide-eyed romantic, and she didn’t need it. But hell, he’d apologized. Apologized. Now that was a first. Maybe she’d been right, that he was different. Not that she was looking for a relationship. Right now, all she was looking for was a solution to this case. Her case. No matter what the G said.

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