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Detective Mac Taylor is a dedicated and driven crime-scene investigator who believes that everything is connected and everyone has a story. He and his partner, Detective Stella Bonasera, lead a team of experts through the gritty and kinetic world of New York City. These skilled investigators, who see New York in a unique light, follow the evidence as they piece together clues and eliminate doubt to ultimately crack their cases.
The body of a middle-aged man is found in the elevator of a ritzy doorman building on the Upper East Side. Mac Taylor and Aiden Burn's initial investigation yields no bullets, no DNA evidence, and no motive. Could this be the perfect crime? Meanwhile, only a few blocks away, Stella Bonasera and Danny Messer investigate the murder of a witness being held in protective custody. The law enforcement officers on duty swear that the victim spent the night in a locked hotel room -- only to be found dead in the morning. From the heart of midtown to the outer boroughs, the New York CSI team must piece together the evidence and solve two puzzling crimes in the city that never sleeps.
- Sales Rank: #2157256 in Books
- Published on: 2005-09-01
- Released on: 2005-09-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.75" h x .80" w x 4.19" l, .31 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 288 pages
About the Author
Stuart M. Kaminsky (1934-2009) was the author of fifty novels, including the Lew Fonesca mystery series and the Toby Peters mystery series. A former president of Mystery Writers of America, Kaminsky was a recipient of the Edgar Award and the Prix de Roman D’Aventure of France. He was also nominated for the Shamus and McCavity Awards. His previous tie-in work includes two original Rockford Files novels.
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Chapter One
The dead man sat slumped against the rear wall of the small, wood-paneled elevator. His head was resting against his left shoulder, his hands were folded against his chest. Just above his right hand was a blotch of blood. His left leg lay out of the elevator door.
The slippered foot was the first thing Detective Mac Taylor saw as he walked quickly across the marble-tiled lobby of the apartment building on York Avenue near 72nd Street.
Mac moved past two uniformed officers and stood in front of the open door next to Aiden Burn, who was clicking away with her camera at the corpse and the elevator. The dead man was wearing a gray sweat suit with two holes chest high leading into bloody darkness.
"Still snowing?" asked Burn as Mac checked his watch. It was a few minutes after ten. He pulled on a pair of white latex gloves.
"Three more inches expected," said Taylor, kneeling next to the body. There was just enough room for the two Crime Scene Unit investigators and the corpse inside the small elevator.
"Who is he?" Mac asked.
"Name's Charles Lutnikov," Burn said. "Apartment six, third floor."
Lutnikov was about fifty, had thinning dark hair, and a paunch.
"No pockets in the sweat suit," said Mac, gently rolling the body first right and then left. "Who IDed him?"
"Doorman," said Burn, glancing back at the uniformed patrolman who was clearly admiring her rear end.
"You married?" Burn asked the cop, camera in one latex gloved hand.
"Me?" the cop said with a smile, pointing to himself.
"You," she said.
"Yes."
"A man is dead here," she said. "Probable homicide. Look at him, think about him, and not my ass. Can you do that?"
"Yes," said the cop, no longer smiling.
"Good. The kit out there next to the door. Move it just where I can reach it."
"Bad night?" Mac asked.
"I've had better," said Aiden, continuing to snap away as the cop moved Aiden's equipment box.
Mac's eyes were focused on the dead man's chest. "Looks like two bullet holes. No powder burns."
Mac looked at the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the small wood-paneled elevator and then leaned over and carefully pulled the corpse forward.
"No sign of exit wounds," he said, letting the body slump back.
"Then the bullets are still in him," said Burn.
"No," Mac answered, removing from a leather packet in his pocket a thin steel probe that looked like a dental tool.
He carefully lifted the dead man's shirt to get a better look at the wounds.
"One shot," he said, touching each hole with the probe and talking as much to himself as to Aiden. "This one is an entry wound. Small caliber. It's almost closed. This one is an exit wound, broader, rougher, skin erupted outward."
"Then there should be some blood spatter in front of the body," she said.
"And there they are," said Mac, looking down at dark tear-shaped spots on the floor.
He stood up, put the probe away, took off his latex gloves, dropped them in a bag in his pocket and put on a fresh pair of gloves.
When blood was present, you changed your gloves every time you touched something. No contamination. Criminalists across the world knew that. It took foul-ups in the O.J. Simpson case to make it gospel.
"No gun?" he asked.
"No gun," answered Aiden. "No bullet."
"Body temperature?"
"He's been dead for less than two hours, probably less than an hour. Doorman found the body and called 911."
Mac gave a final look at the dead man and said, "Photograph his ankles. There's a bruise on this one." Mac pointed to the leg that dangled outside the open door. "Then . . ."
"We go over the walls, floor, sweat suit...?" Aiden asked.
Mac nodded and added, "Full drill."
Full drill included an ALS (Alternate Light Source) examination that would illuminate body fluids including semen, saliva, urine, fingerprints, and even trace narcotics. Aiden had her own compact ALS that fit into a case the size of an eyeglass holder. It plugged into any wall socket, and she used it to check the cleanliness of hotel or motel rooms where she stayed when she was on the road.
Mac moved out of the elevator past the two cops to a man in a purple-and-gold-trimmed doorman's uniform who looked over the officers' shoulders. The man was short and black and very nervous. He had no idea of what to do with his hands so he tried wringing them, then plunged them into his pockets, then took them out again when Mac moved in front of him.
"He's dead," the man said. "I know. I could tell."
"What time did you come on duty, Mr....?"
"McGee, Aaron McGee. Everyone calls me Mr. Aaron. I mean the tenants do. Don't know why."
"What time did you come on duty, Mr. McGee?"
"Five in the morning." He looked at his watch.
"Five hours ago. Five hours ten minutes. Took me two hours to get here in all that snow."
Mac had his notebook out and was writing carefully.
"Who was on duty before you?"
"Ernesto, Ernesto...Let me think. I know it. He's been here five, six years. I know his last name. I'm just, you know?"
Mac nodded.
"You have a sign-in book?" Mac asked.
McGee nodded. "Write in the name of every visitor. Check with the tenant before I let anyone in. Tenants I just write in myself and say 'Good morning' or 'Good night' or some such. Holidays last month, I said 'Merry Christmas' to the ones I know are Christians like me and 'Happy Hanukkah' to the Jews. I don't say anything to the Melvoys. They're atheists, but they give me a little something at Christmas anyway."
"Any visitors for Mr. Lutnikov this morning?"
"Not a one," said the doorman, shaking his head emphatically. "Not for him. Not for anybody in the building. Computer people are supposed to come fix the Rabinowitz's computer this morning."
"Any tenants leave this morning?"
"The Shelbys on ten," said the doorman, motioning for Mac to follow him toward the front door of the Belvedere Towers. "Walked their dog for a few minutes and then came back. Too cold out there for the little thing, but he did his business. Mrs. Shelby was carrying one of those see-through scooper bags, you know. They came back in fast."
Mac nodded.
"And Ms. Cormier," McGee went on. "She goes out every morning, rain, shine, snow, makes no difference. She takes a walk. Eight in the morning. Always says 'Hello, Aaron.' Stays out maybe half an hour, even today."
"She have anything with her?" Mac asked.
"Same as always," McGee said. "One of those big bookstore bags, the kind with a picture of some guy with a beard on it. What's the name of that bookstore?"
"Barnes and Noble?" asked Mac.
"That's it," said McGee. "Same bag every day."
McGee moved with a slight, swaying shuffle. He had to be at least seventy, probably more.
"Sometimes the Glicks will go out early on a Saturday," he said. "They're on two, but he's got the chemotherapy so they've pretty much stayed inside on Saturdays lately."
They stopped in front of the doorman's desk to the right of the front door. Some of the early February freeze seeped through the frame of the door. The snow, at least two feet of it, had stopped falling hours ago, but the temperature was still dropping and more snow was expected. Mac was sure it was now closing in on zero.
His car was parked a block away in a loading zone in front of a deli with his visor pulled down to show his CSI tag. The walk from the car to the apartment building took about five minutes. It would normally have taken no more than a minute or two. It reminded Mac of a wild snowstorm about six years ago in Chicago. In the aftermath of that storm, small, uneven hills of snow had to be climbed like slippery mountains. Mac and his wife lived in a ward in which the alderman was not part of the Democratic Party machine, which meant they were the last to be plowed. It might be days before they could get their car out of the garage. But they had turned the near disaster into a nighttime challenge, climbing, slipping, sliding, falling to make it to the major street four blocks away that had been plowed and where they had found the neighborhood supermarket open.
When Mac slipped on a hill and sank, rear end, into the snow on the way back home, Claire had laughed. Groceries were strewn around him making their own indentations in the snow lit by the hazy streetlights.
Mac hadn't been able to laugh. He looked up with an exaggerated frown, but the frown became a smile. Claire was ankle deep in snow, her ears red, her blue watch cap pulled down to her forehead, her red-knit, gloved hands clutching shopping bags. She was laughing. He could see it all now, dark street, white snow, streetlamp glowing, her laughing.
"Let's see," said McGee. "It's Saturday so the go-to-work people are thinking three times before going out in this weather and it's still early so . . ."
He looked at the book.
"Nothing," he said. "No one else in. No one else's out."
"When's Ernesto's shift?" Mac said, returning fully to the present.
"Midnight to when I come in at five."
McGee looked at the book again, squinting.
"No entries on Ernesto's shift. None at all. No one in. No one out."
An ambulance pulled up outside in front of the door, its sirens silent. Two paramedics dressed in white under blue jackets came out, opened the back door of the ambulance, pulled out a stretcher and a body bag.
The doorman stopped to watch them come in. "I never got any of the names of you policemen," he said. "Maybe I should . . ."
"It's all right," said Mac. "Tell me about Mr. Lutnikov."
"Sorry we're late, Taylor," said the first paramedic through the door, a bodybuilder with a baby face. "Weather."
Mac nodded and said, "Get him to the lab as fast as you can, but be careful out there."
"Roger that," said the bodybuilder, moving with his partner past Mac and the doorman.
"Where were we?" asked McGee as he watched the paramedics track more snow through the lobby.
"Mr. Lutnikov," Mac reminded him.
"Kept to himself mostly," said McGee. "Polite enough. Gave me a fifty dollar bill, crisp, always...
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Adventurous, Detailed, Enticing CSI
By A Customer
When two people get murdered in New York City no one takes it lightly. The first victim was a man named Charles Lutnikov, who was shot right in the heart in a fancy, hotel elevator. He was shot in an elevator that didn't go to his hotel room or any other place he should go. Why was he in that elevator? The second victim was a woman named Alberta Spanio, who was found with a knife in her throat on her bed. There was a tiny, window open and that was the only way the killer could have gotten in, because the door stayed closed and looked the entire night. Detective Mac Taylor and his partners cannot find evidence and the longer it takes them to find the killers, the more people die. When they are almost positive they know who killed Charles, a new man confesses for the murder. They think he really didn't do it, but there's no proof. They think they have solved the case of Alberta, but find out their killer is on the run. Who is the right killer? Where are the killers? And Who are the killers's murdering next?
I though this was a very well written book. It was very enticing and adventurous. It was also extremely detailed, and made me believe in what was happening. It made me really try to figure who the killers were and why they killed the victims. At times it could get confusing, because there were two different crime scenes, and there were many characters that went in and out of the story. Although if you kept reading they would try to explain what was happening through dialogue. I also learned many procedures, which take place at crime scenes and in the lab. I found it exciting at parts how it got very eerie and spooky. Though I also, liked how someone of the characters had a sense of humor, so you weren't always scared. I think it gave a valuable message, that you should never give up and that you should help other people even if it doesn't help yourself.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Good story, but poor editing makes for a disappointing read.
By Nadia Stanger
This book doesn't hold a candle to the other CSI novels, by Max Allan Collins (this book is written by a different author, Stuart M. Kaminsky). The reason it is not as good is that it has punctuation errors, gramatical errors, and two massive editorial errors: one error was a serious breach in chain of custody, where the CSI really should have known better than putting evidence in the hands of a non-law-official (a cab driver) (this means that the evidence would not hold up in court), on page 167. Seriously not plausible, in a series about CSIs and doing things 'by the book'. The other huge error was on page 242, where CSIs Aiden Burn and Mac Taylor were talking on the phone. Aiden is talking to Mac, then hangs up the phone. Mac then says something to Aiden, who replies, even though they had already hung up.
I really liked the story, but the bad editing made it annoying to read. Simon & Schuster should use better editors. Surely an editor read this story, right? If so, why did no-one pick up on such obvious mistakes? I am disappointed with this book. Clearly not of the usual CSI -book calibre. Unfortunately.
7 of 8 people found the following review helpful.
Only for the completist collector
By Jeff Cross
This was my first foray into anything written by Kaminsky, and I really wasn't that impressed despite the Edgar Award he'd won. It lacked the feel of the previous eight books written by Max Allan Collins, who was able to duplicate the visual style verbally. In fact, it came off like Kaminsky had taken one of his own novels and just written in Mac and Stella and the rest of the gang into it to turn it into a CSI:NY book without even watching the show beforehand, much like how Ocean's Twelve started life as two original screenplays that were merged together and had the previous characters dropped into it. Hopefully Collins is brought back in to do the next CSI:NY book.
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