Robert B. Parker's Blind Spot (A Jesse Stone Novel)
Reed Farrel Coleman
The new Jesse Stone novel in Robert B. Parker's New York Times bestselling series—and this one is “a cause for celebration” (January Magazine).
A reunion with former baseball teammates leaves Jesse Stone grappling with memories and regrets over what might have been, and that includes bittersweet memories of his old girlfriend, the darkly sensuous and secretive Kayla, who has unexpectedly arrived at the reunion as well.
But when a young woman is found murdered in Paradise, and her boyfriend, a son of one of the town’s most prominent families, is kidnapped, Jesse’s investigation yields some troubling suspicions: the reunion and the murder are connected, and one of Jesse’s old friends is intimately involved in the crimes.
and stared at the tray in Moira’s hands. Lorraine Frazetta had bought the tray for him when he moved into the house as a kind of nasty joke. Lorraine could never imagine anyone who would want to share Joe’s bed. Could never imagine anyone whom the heartless bastard would ever bother serving breakfast in bed to. Could never imagine anyone caring enough about Joe to serve him. “What’s this?” he said as Moira placed the legged tray over Joe’s lap. “Have ya never had a good Irish fry? It’s a
Let’s go with Ralph and Jesse. Okay with you, Ralph?” “Works for me.” “What can I do for you, Ralph?” “Wanted to let you know that the accident investigation has been completed on the incident involving your Officer Weathers. How’s he doing, by the way?” “He’s smashed up pretty bad, but the good news is he’ll recover. He’ll be getting transferred over to Paradise General soon as his concussion symptoms have cleared. Thanks for asking.” “Not at all. Miracle he survived at all, given the
“I think maybe it would be better if you came over to Helton sometime today so we could have a private chat and I could show you Weathers’s car.” “Okay, give me a few hours to clear some of my work. I’ll call ahead to give you a heads-up.” “Sounds like a plan.” Jesse stared at his phone for several seconds after he hung up. He wasn’t sure what to make of the conversation he’d just had. That was okay, he would have his curiosity satisfied when he got to Helton. Without thinking, he reached for
her. She chased after him and caught him before he made it to the front door. “Jesse!” He stopped. “What?” “I almost forgot. A woman called. Said her name was Sharon.” “Yeah.” “She said you were right. She looked online and that was the guy at Burt’s. She also said to thank you again.” Jesse smiled for a brief moment, but not brief enough that Molly hadn’t noticed. “Is this another one of those things you’d suggest I not ask about?” “You’re finally catching on, Crane. Maybe they will make
years and thirty pounds ago. Jesse introduced himself. “We’ve met. We play you four times a year in softball. You’re a pretty good ballplayer,” Gleason said. “Thanks. I’ll have that etched on my headstone.” “Huh?” “Never mind. You had a fare today, a guy about my age. You took him from the hotel—” “Vic Prado. Yeah, I drove him from the hotel to a gas station north of Lowell on the New Hampshire border.” “You guys talk much?” “Nah. After he gave me the address, he kept his head down and