基本信息出版社：Minotaur Books
页码：336 页
出版日期：2007年05月
ISBN：0312359977
International Standard Book Number：0312359977
条形码：9780312359973
EAN：9780312359973
版本：1st
装帧：精装
正文语种：英语
丛书名：Hallie Ahern Mysteries
内容简介 Rhode Island reporter Hallie Ahern needs her next story to land on the front page if she wants to keep her job. The new execs at the Morning Chronicle are cutting back the staff, and Hallie, the newest member of the investigative team, could be one of the first to go.
A one-car accident, even one that resulted in the death of a young mother of three, normally wouldn’t be front-page material. But because Hallie witnessed it while coming home late on a rainy spring night, she can’t get it out of her mind. With a little luck and a lot of digging, Hallie’s good instincts put her on the trail of a much bigger story. And to get it, she’ll to have to take some risks, but this time the stakes couldn’t be any higher or more deadly.
A breakneck ride through Providence’s crime world and a powerful look at Hallie’s daily struggle with gambling addiction, Yesterday’s Fatal will have readers holding on tight.
From the Inside Flap
“A winner . . . Brogan keeps the suspense mounting. . . . She is a surefire mystery writer at the top of her form.”
—Providence Journal on A Confidential Source Rhode Island reporter Hallie Ahern needs her next story to land on the front page if she wants to keep her job. The new execs at the Morning Chronicle are cutting back the staff, and Hallie, the newest member of the investigative team, could be one of the first to go.
A one-car accident, even one that resulted in the death of a young mother of three, normally wouldn’t be front-page material. But because Hallie witnessed it while coming home late on a rainy spring night, she can’t get it out of her mind. With a little luck and a lot of digging, Hallie’s good instincts put her on the trail of a much bigger story. And to get it, she’ll to have to take some risks, but this time the stakes couldn’t be any higher or more deadly.
A breakneck ride through Providence’s crime world and a powerful look at Hallie’s daily struggle with gambling addiction, Yesterday’s Fatal will have readers holding on tight.
作者简介 Jan Brogan, a correspondent for The Boston Globe, lives between Boston and Providence. This is her third novel, following the critically acclaimed A Confidential Source. Visit her online at www.janbrogan.com.
媒体推荐 Praise for A Confidential Source
“A winner . . . Brogan keeps the suspense mounting. . . . She is a surefire mystery writer at the top of her form.”
—Providence Journal
“[Brogan] takes the reader with her on a hair-raising ride.”
—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“Brogan does a good job of creating a bristling plot and likable characters, while dosing the whole novel with elements of humor and satire that are original, accurate, and unexpected.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Hallie Ahern is a journalist scraping the bottom of the media barrel in Jan Brogan’s inventive and touching new mystery.”
—Chicago Tribune
“Brogan’s brooding analysis of the gambling itch that leaves so many decent people rubbed raw is especially persuasive in a narrator like Hallie.”
—The New York Times Book Review
专业书评 From Publishers Weekly
In Brogan's solid third Hallie Ahern mystery (after 2005's A Confidential Source), the Providence, R.I., newspaper reporter homes in on an insurance scam after happening on a late-night auto accident. Hallie tries to rescue the victim from a car about to go up in flames, but the woman is already dead after crashing into a tree—"twice," according to the elderly woman who witnessed the accident. At the funeral for the victim—Lizzette Gorda, a 33-year-old mother of three boys—her husband, Manuel, says that the witness reported another car speeding away from the scene (a fishy change of tune), and Hallie notices mobster Tito Manaforte hulking among the mourners. Hallie smells an insurance scam that her addictive personality compels her to pursue. On the romantic front, a suave attorney distracts Hallie from her upstanding but undemonstrative new boyfriend, prosecutor Matt Cavanaugh. Intelligent but with her fair share of imperfections, Hallie makes a credible heroine. (May)
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From the Back Cover
Praise for A Confidential Source
“[Brogan] takes the reader with her on a hair-raising ride.”
—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“Brogan does a good job of creating a bristling plot and likable characters, while dosing the whole novel with elements of humor and satire that are original, accurate, and unexpected.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Hallie Ahern is a journalist scraping the bottom of the media barrel in Jan Brogan’s inventive and touching new mystery.”
—Chicago Tribune
“Brogan’s brooding analysis of the gambling itch that leaves so many decent people rubbed raw is especially persuasive in a narrator like Hallie.”
—The New York Times Book Review
From Booklist
The follow-up to A Confidential Source (2005), which introduced readers to Rhode Island reporter Hallie Ahern, should please readers who enjoy mysteries set in the world of newspaper journalism. Hallie's a grab-bag sort of character: she's a gambling addict, a sleeping-pill addict, a compulsive runner, a frustrated investigate reporter. In this fast-paced narrative, she stumbles upon an auto accident that smells like a front-page story--if only she can find out who is responsible for the death of the driver. The story is well plotted and plausible, even if it relies too much on coincidence. Recommend this series to those who look to mysteries for light entertainment delivered in a snappy fashion. David Pitt
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文摘 Chapter One
It’s not that fatals are beneath me.
It’s just that these days, no newspaper reporter jumps into her car and rips off to an actual car accident scene. We settle for getting the facts from the cops over the phone. Partly, this is because we’re so understaffed, but partly it’s a sad fact that fatals are rarely front-page news anymore, just an exploitation of all-too-frequent tragedy, the ultimate senselessness of blood and gore.
I never would have even been on that road, that late, alone—except that I had to pee.
I was coming back from another assignment, a god-awful political banquet in Connecticut, and I’d taken an exit off the highway hoping to find an open service station. At the end of the ramp, I found a Mobil. But it was closed. It was raining and much too damp to squat outside. I’d run a 10K race in this area a month ago, and thought I’d remembered a Wendy’s or some sort of fast-food place nearby. I headed left out of the driveway.
The road narrowed, and the trees grew fuller to form a canopy that blocked out the sky. The only source of illumination came from the weak headlights of my Honda, and I knew that the Wendy’s I’d remembered was nothing more than a wishful thought, a bladder mirage. I had just about decided to turn around when I saw streetlights ahead at what looked like an intersection.
On my left, there was an old farmhouse, set back, but with a falling-down garage close to the road. As I passed, the porch lights flashed on, and I saw a woman standing in the doorway. She was in silhouette, but I could still tell she was an old lady. What was it, I wondered, the narrow shoulders? The posture? And then, before I could decide, I saw it, a weird sputter of light ahead, just beyond the intersection, in what looked like woods. A car, taillights out, was crashed into the tree. A flicker rose from the hood.
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