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Live to Tell (Detective D.D. Warren 4) (Anglais) Broché – 6 décembre 2012

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Chapter One

Thursday night, Sergeant Detective D. D. Warren was out on a date. It wasn’t the worst date she’d ever been on. It wasn’t the best date she’d ever been on. It was, however, the only date she’d been on in quite some time, so unless Chip the accountant turned out to be a total loser, she planned on taking him home for a rigorous session of balance- theledger. So far, they’d made it through half a loaf of bread soaked in olive oil, and half a cow seared medium rare. Chip had managed not to talk about the prime rib bleeding all over her plate or her need to sop up juices with yet another slice of bread. Most men were taken aback by her appetite. They needed to joke uncomfortably about her ability to tuck away plate after plate of food. Then they felt the need to joke even more uncomfortably that, of course, none of it showed on her girlish figure.

 Yeah, yeah, she had the appetite of a sumo wrestler but the build of a cover girl. She was nearly forty, for God’s sake, and well aware by now of her freakish metabolism. She certainly didn’t need any soft- middled desk jockey pointing it out. Food was her passion. Mostly because her job with Boston PD’s homicide unit didn’t leave much time for sex. She polished off the prime rib, went to work on the twice- baked potato. Chip was a forensic accountant. They’d been set up by the wife of a friend of a guy in the unit. Yep, it made that much sense to D.D. as well. But here she was, sitting in a coveted booth at the Hilltop Steakhouse, and really, Chip was all right. Little doughy in the middle, little bald on top, but funny. D.D. liked funny. When he smiled, the corners of his deep brown eyes crinkled and that was good enough for her. 

She was having meat and potatoes for dinner and, if all went as planned, Chip for dessert. 

So, of course, her pager went off. 

She scowled, shoved it to the back of her waistband, as if that would make a difference. 

“What’s that?” Chip asked, catching the chime. 

“Birth control,” she muttered. 

Chip blushed to the roots of his receding brown hair, then in the next minute grinned with such self- deprecating power she nearly went weak in the knees. 

Better be good,
D.D. thought. Better be a fucking massacre, or I’ll be damned if I’m giving up my night. 

But then she read the call and was sorry she’d ever thought such a thing. 

Chip the funny accountant got a kiss on the cheek. 

Then Sergeant Detective D. D. Warren hit the road. 

D.D. had been a Boston PD detective for nearly twelve years now. 

She’d started out investigating traffic fatalities and drug- related homicides before graduating to such major media events as the discovery of six mummified corpses in an underground chamber; then, more recently, the disappearance of a beautiful young schoolteacher from South Boston. Her bosses liked to put her in front of the camera. 
Nothing like a pretty blonde detective to mix things up. 

She didn’t mind. D.D. thrived on stress. Enjoyed a good pressurecooker case even more than an all-you-can-eat buffet. Only drawback was the toll on her personal life. As a sergeant in the homicide unit, D.D. was the leader of a three- person squad. It wasn’t uncommon for them to spend all day tracking down leads, interviewing informants, or revisiting crime scenes. Then they spent most of the night writing up the resulting interviews, affidavits, and/or warrant requests. Each squad also had to take turns being “on deck,” meaning they caught the next case called in, keeping them stuck in a permanent vortex of top- priority active cases, still- unsolved old cases, and at least one or two fresh call- outs per week. 

D.D. didn’t sleep much. Or date much. Or really do anything much. Which had been fine until last year, when she’d turned thirtyeight and watched her ex- lover get married and start a family. Suddenly, the tough, brash sergeant who considered herself wed to her job found herself studying Good Housekeeping magazine and, even worse, Modern Bride. One day, she picked up Parenting. There was nothing more depressing than a nearly forty- year- old single, childless homicide detective reading Parenting magazine alone in her North End condo. 

Especially when she realized some of the articles on dealing with toddlers applied to managing her squad as well. 

She recycled the magazines, then vowed to go on a date. Which had led to Chip—poor, almost- got- his- brains- screwed- out Chip—and now had her on her way to Dorchester. Wasn’t even her squad’s turn on deck, but the notification had been “red ball,” meaning something big and bad enough had happened to warrant all hands on deck. D.D. turned off I-93, then made her way through the maze of streets to the largely working- class neighborhood. Among local officers, Dorchester was known for its drugs, shootings, and raucous neighborhood parties that led to more drugs and shootings. BPD’s local field district, C-11, had set up a noise reduction hotline as well as a designated “Party Car” to patrol on weekends. Five hundred phone tips and numerous preventive arrests later, Dorchester was finally seeing a decline in homicides, rapes, and aggravated assaults. On the other hand, burglaries were way up. Go figure. 

Under the guidance of her vehicle’s navigational system, D.D. ended up on a fairly nice street, double lanes dotted with modest stamps of green lawn and flanked with a long row of tightly nestled three- story homes, many sporting large front porches and an occasional turret. 

Most of these dwellings had been carved into multiple- living units over the years, with as many as six to eight in a single house. It was still a nice- looking area, the lawns neatly mowed, the front-porch banisters freshly painted. The softer side of Dorchester, she decided, more and more curious. 

D.D. spotted a pileup of Crown Vics, and slowed to park. It was eight- thirty on a Thursday night, August sun just starting to fade on the horizon. She could make out the white ME’s vehicle straight ahead, as well as the traveling crime lab. The vans were bookended by the usual cluster of media trucks and neighborhood gawkers. 

When D.D. had first read the location of the call, she’d assumed drugs. Probably a gangland shooting. A bad one, given that the deputy superintendent wanted all eighteen detectives in attendance, so most likely involving collateral damage. Maybe a grandmother caught sitting on her front porch, maybe kids playing on the sidewalk. These things happened, and no, they didn’t get any easier to take. But you handled it, because this was Boston, and that’s what a Boston detective did. 

Now, however, as D.D. climbed out of her car, clipped her credentials to the waistband of her skinny black jeans, and retrieved a plain white shirt to button up over her date cleavage, she was thinking, Not drugs. She was thinking this was something worse. She slung a light jacket over her sidearm, and headed up the sidewalk toward the lion’s den. 

D.D. pushed her way through the first wave of jostling adults and curious children. She did her best to keep focused, but still caught phrases such as “shots fired . . .” “heard squealing like a stuck pig . . .” “Why, I just saw her unloading groceries not four hours before . . .” “Excuse me, excuse me, pardon me. Police sergeant. Buddy, out of the way.” She broke through, ducking under the yellow tape roping off portions of the sidewalk, and finally arrived at the epicenter of crime- scene chaos. 

The house before her was a gray- painted triple- decker boasting a broad- columned front porch and large American flag. Both front doors were wide open, enabling better traffic flow of investigative personnel, as well as the ME’s metal gurney. 

D.D. noted delicate lace curtains framed in bay windows on either side of the front door. In addition to the American flag, the porch contained four cheerful pots of red geraniums, half a dozen blue folding chairs, and a hanging piece of slate that had been painted with more red geraniums and the bright yellow declaration: Welcome. 

Yep, definitely something worse than gun- toting, tennis- shoetossing drug dealers. 

D.D. sighed, put on her game face, and approached the uniformed officer stationed at the base of the front steps. She rattled off her name and badge number. In turn, the officer dutifully recorded the info in the murder book, then jerked his head down to the bin at his feet. D.D. obediently fished out booties and a hair covering. So it was that kind of crime scene. 

She climbed the steps slowly, keeping to one side. They appeared recently stained, a light Cape Cod gray that suited the rest of the house. The porch was homey, well kept. Clean enough that she suspected it had been recently broom swept. Perhaps after unloading groceries, a household member had tidied up? 

It would’ve been better if the porch had been dirty, covered in dust. That might have yielded shoe treads. That might have helped catch whoever did the bad thing D.D. was about to find inside. 

She took another breath right outside the door, inhaled the scent of sawdust and drying blood. She heard a reporter calling for a statement. She heard the snap of a camera, the roar of a media chopper, and white noise all around. Gawkers behind, detectives ahead, reporters above. 

Chaos: loud, smelly, overwhelming. 

Her job now was to make it right. 

She got to it. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Poche .

Revue de presse

“Lisa Gardner always delivers heart-stopping suspense.”—Harlan Coben

“Taut as a piano wire and just as well-played . . . a suspenseful roller-coaster ride.”—Karin Slaughter

“Compelling . . . another gripping thriller.”—Booklist (starred review) --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Poche .

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  • Broché: 448 pages
  • Editeur : Headline (6 décembre 2012)
  • Collection : Detective D.D. Warren
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0755396391
  • ISBN-13: 978-0755396399
  • Dimensions du produit: 13,1 x 2,9 x 19,7 cm
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Par amcgamcg le 17 avril 2015
Format: Poche Achat vérifié
Every time I read a Lisa Gardner I think "This is her best".This one is for those readers who have had children, for those who have not. In Live to Tell, Lisa Gardner explores the different attitudes we have towards problem children, and why there are problem children. She poses fundamental questions, couched in a brilliantly intricated plot. Lisa Gardner's books are lessons in understanding what goes on in the human mind, but enriched with the entertainment value of snappy detectives, sexy protagonists, and striving parents. "This is (one of) her best".
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Un roman que vous ne quitterez pas une fois que vous l'aurez commencé. Tout y est: qualité de l'écriture, intrigue, suspense. A lire absolument.
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Harrowing Story of Violent Children Mixed With Murder Mystery 13 juillet 2010
Par Jennifer - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
I've read almost all of Lisa Gardner's books (with my favorites being her Quincy and Rainie books). Lately, though, I was wondering if she had lost her mojo. I thought her last book, The Neighbor, was just OK. But I'm nothing if not loyal (until you write at least three awful books in a row), so I thought I'd give Gardner another try. Well, I'm glad I gave Gardner the benefit of the doubt because this book was one of her better ones.

There are a lot of books out there (including Gardner's books) that deal with twisted psyches and unimaginable violence. But what makes this book so disturbing is that it acknowledges that sometimes the twisted psyches belong to children. In her Author's Note, Gardner talks about friends of hers who had a troubled child and their struggles to find a way to save their son. Like Gardner, I tended to believe that troubled children were that way because of abuse and neglect. It is easier to understand how children who have been beaten, abused, tortured, or neglected become violent or primal. What isn't easy to understand is when a child with loving and attentive parents is violent. Isn't such behavior the result of nurture ... not nature? I think we all would prefer to believe this. But, as we learn throughout this book, that isn't always the case. Sometimes children are born without the psychological make-up they need to interact appropriately with others. Mental health professionals and facilities (like the locked-down pediatric psych ward described in the book) are working with these children to help them function in society.

This is Gardner's fourth D.D. Warren book, and I'm still unclear why D.D. is a recurring character as she doesn't seem particularly well-developed. Four books in and all I really know about her is that she is too involved with her job to have a life. Although Gardner attempts to give Warren a bit of romance in this book, I didn't find that storyline all that compelling, and I honestly don't give much thought to this being "A Detective D.D. Warren Novel." (A fact that was trumpeted across the front of my ARC.) To be honest, the characters of Danielle and Victoria were better developed than D.D.'s character. This doesn't really detract from the book, I guess. D.D. simply functions as the reader's way of getting information to solve the crime. Yet it seems a bit odd to create a detective and build books around her without giving her much of a personal life or back story.

My Final Recommendation

If you're a Lisa Gardner fan, I think this was one of her better books. The story is disturbing and harrowing and will take you to places you might not want to go. If you're a fan of disturbing, psychological mysteries, this would be an excellent choice for you. However, if these types of books aren't your cup of tea, stay away! This book is candid in its descriptions of violent children and makes you want to take a long hot shower afterward.
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Bad woo-woo on the interplanes 30 mai 2010
Par Linda Bulger - Publié sur Amazon.com
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LIVE TO TELL is the fourth book in best-selling author Lisa Gardner's Detective D.D. Warren series; for all the horror of its subject matter, readers will find it impossible to put down. D.D. Warren is a thirty-eight year old blonde, head of a three-person homicide unit in the Boston Police Department. Her work gives her little time for a personal life.

The call that interrupts D.D.'s latest blind date is horrific: a "family annihilation," the murder-suicide of a family of five. It appears that the father succumbed to the pressure of financial problems and perpetrated this terrible deed. But when another family suffers the same fate the very next night, D.D.'s cop instinct tells her to look for connections--and the connections lead to a locked-down children's acute psych unit where the most troubled of children are brought for care.

One of the caregivers at the psych unit, Danielle, has her own crushing past. She was the sole survivor of the near-annihilation of her own family and, unable to leave the past behind, she is burying herself in her work as the twenty-fifth anniversary of that event draws near. It's clear that Danielle is in some sense a link between the past and the present, but what is the nature of that link?

The medical system offers all too little for these explosive children and their families. Some are the victims of abuse or gross neglect but others have caring families and are victims of their own chemistry. The pharmaceuticals that usually work on adults with crippling mood disorders are far less effective in children. The kind of collaborative therapies that have some success in a locked therapeutic environment are extremely hard to maintain in a family home. Is it any wonder that families sometimes seek healing from a different plane--the spiritual plane? Several of the families in D.D.'s case have worked with a spiritual healer who teaches the children techniques for fighting off the darkness threatening to overwhelm their spirits. We may not warm to the character of the healer, Andrew, and D.D. is intensely skeptical of his work with (as he describes it) "souls in the interplanes," locked in the void between the planes of existence, struggling to complete their missions and move on. Even Andrew himself refers to his work as "woo-woo" but claims it's as valid as a good cop's intuition.

Dark though the story is, the writing is so effective that you are in a sense left to draw your own conclusions in the end. The good guys win and the bad guys lose, and that's all we really need to know. Or ... is it?

Linda Bulger, 2010
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Getting Disappointed 3 novembre 2010
Par PointGirl - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
I am an avid reader and was looking for new authors to enjoy. I tried a sample of one of Lisa Gardner's books and decided I liked her writing enough to get involved. I ordered every book she had written. I like to start at the beginning because so many authors refer to past novels in their current books.

I really enjoyed all her books up till this one. They all have a sense of validity, good research, and most important you never have any idea of how the ending will come about until you get there. All in all, my kind of book.

"Live to Tell" is one of the Detective D.D. Warren series. So far I have enjoyed them but D.D. Warren is turning into a B---ch with a capital B. She has developed an extremely foul mouth (which I don't appeciate) and spends most of her time thinking about getting laid. She shows less and less compassion and is slowly losing all socially acceptable behavior. I know her job is tough and she is a cop, BUT isn't she still a little bit human? I really liked her in the first novels.

I am not a T.V. fan so I do read quite a bit. I usually go through a book every 2 - 3 days. I have been at this one for a week now and am just rounding the 50% point. I will finish it but that's it for me with Lisa Gardner books and I will have to go back to all the people I praised her to.

For those of you who are younger and are use to the foul language which is today's norm and don't bother with social acceptability you will probably enjoy her books. She really is a good writer.
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Not my favorite D.D. Warren book 26 janvier 2012
Par RunningMomma - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Poche
This was my least favorite of the D.D. Warren books (although, I haven't read the next one yet). I think these books are getting progressively worse as the series goes along, so I don't have much hope for the next one. I really enjoyed the first two (Alone and Hide). Both, especially Alone, were disturbing, but I could not put them down! I wanted to know what was going on and was surprised at each ending. But, with this book it was painfully obvious who was to blame for the murders. I was also frustrated at the end with D.D. not picking up on things quick enough. I felt like smacking my head and saying, "Duh!" D.D. is also starting to get on my nerves with her tendency to latch onto one suspect no matter what the clues say. And how many times do I have to hear how she looks like a model and eats like a truck driver? My last annoyance with this book and the entire series is how Gardner seems to be formulaic with her plot lines. The same things happen or have happened to the characters in each book and it gets difficult to read after a while. I only gave it three stars instead of two, because it's an easy read and that's nice sometimes. I'm hoping Gardner's other series and stand alone books are better than this.
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Wow, super intense book 5 juin 2010
Par M. D. Mulhern - Publié sur Amazon.com
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This was a great book. And while there was some difficult subject matter dealt with, it was nothing compared to "Say Goodbye." That books still gives me the chills and keeps me up at night. This one was more like your basic good thriller. I took me a while to see where the book was going...there were some supernatural elements that threw me for a loop. I liked the way the point of view switched between various characters. I really felt for Victoria, Evan, Michael and Chelsea, and they had a great storyline. The main mystery was pretty well set up and I really was not sure what happened until the end, so nothing too obvious on that front. Really, this was a solid mystery that I really enjoyed reading and I can't wait for DD Warren to make her next appearance...hopefully Alex too.
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