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Four Walls by P-SimonSchuster

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Detectives Mac Taylor, Danny Messer, Sheldon Hawkes, and Don Flack are called in to investigate a double homicide at a medium-security facility on Staten Island. Racial tensions turned the prison into a pressure cooker that finally boiled over in an all-too-lethal fashion, leaving two inmates dead. One of the killings is an open-and-shut case, complete with eyewitnesses; but the other, the murder of a former cop, defies easy answers. Initial investigation of the crime scene points to one cause of death, but the CSI team's scientific methods uncover something completely different -- and wholly unexpected....On the other edge of the city, Stella Bonasera and Lindsay Monroe look into the murder of a young woman who worked at a popular Italian bakery in the Bronx. They find the perfect suspect almost immediately: a frequent customer who spent a lot of time flirting with the victim and who previously had been arrested for a violent crime. Yet Stella can't help but think that their perfect suspect is just a little too perfect for such a messy murder.... Nothing is as it seems as New York City's dedicated crime scene investigators piece together the clues and examine the evidence to discover the true killers in their midst.

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									Four Walls
CSI: New York

Author: Keith R. A. DeCandido
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Detectives Mac Taylor, Danny Messer, Sheldon Hawkes, and Don Flack are called in to investigate a
double homicide at a medium-security facility on Staten Island. Racial tensions turned the prison into a
pressure cooker that finally boiled over in an all-too-lethal fashion, leaving two inmates dead. One of the
killings is an open-and-shut case, complete with eyewitnesses; but the other, the murder of a former cop,
defies easy answers. Initial investigation of the crime scene points to one cause of death, but the CSI
team's scientific methods uncover something completely different -- and wholly unexpected....On the
other edge of the city, Stella Bonasera and Lindsay Monroe look into the murder of a young woman who
worked at a popular Italian bakery in the Bronx. They find the perfect suspect almost immediately: a
frequent customer who spent a lot of time flirting with the victim and who previously had been arrested for
a violent crime. Yet Stella can't help but think that their perfect suspect is just a little too perfect for such
a messy murder.... Nothing is as it seems as New York City's dedicated crime scene investigators piece
together the clues and examine the evidence to discover the true killers in their midst.
Excerpt

1 Detective Don Flack stared at the lone pill that rattled around the bottom of the prescription bottle. A
cup of coffee sat on the Formica table in front of him, steam rising toward the ceiling in the air-conditioned
diner. It had certainly taken long enough for the coffee to show up. The waitress -- a woman named Doris,
according to the nameplate affixed to her bright pink uniform; her face was caked in enough makeup to
make her look embalmed, her breath smelled like an ashtray, and her nasal voice threatened to decalcify
Flack's spinal column -- had ignored him for quite a while before deigning to take his coffee order. In
theory, he'd wash the pill down with the coffee. Assuming, of course, he could bring himself to dump that
last pill out into his hand. It had been a year. A year since the explosion that nearly killed him. A year
since that idiot with the headphones who didn't hear the fire alarm. Flack ran back for him. Then the world
exploded. When he was recovering in the hospital, after it was all over, Flack sometimes wondered what
would have happened if that jackass hadn't been wearing those big, stupid noise-canceling headphones.
Said jackass -- Flack could no longer recall his name, nor did he particularly wish to -- hadn't heard the
fire alarm, hadn't heard the screams of panic, hadn't heard two dozen people running for the fire stairs,
hadn't heard Flack and Detective Mac Taylor screaming that there was a bomb in the building. You
usually didn't find that level of obliviousness in New Yorkers. Certainly not since 9Ú11. If not for that guy, 
Flack might've been in the stairwell. Or at least back with Mac, farther down the hallway. Mac got out of
the explosion with only a few scrapes and bruises. Flack almost died. But he didn't. A few months in the
hospital, and he was fit for duty. He tried to avoid situations where he'd have to take off his shirt in public,
as the crisscross of scars wasn't particularly pretty. Stella Bonasera and Lindsay Monroe had both ribbed
him about using the explosion to flirt with women, and they hadn't been entirely wrong -- but Flack hadn't
shown anyone the scars. The pain was near constant. When it got bad, he was supposed to take the
pills. But Flack defined bad differently from the docs. He avoided taking the pills. Taking the pills meant
admitting to weakness. But sometimes, Flack was weak. Now, though, it had been a year, and a
prescription bottle that was intended to last him six to eight weeks had finally run out. When he got up
this morning -- earlier than usual, since he was meeting a friend for coffee -- the pain was agonizing. That
happened when the weather changed, sometimes. The last few days it had been unseasonably chilly, but
this morning it was already eighty-eight degrees, and it was supposed to go up into the high nineties.
Flack felt like someone had taken a hot knife and shoved it through his lower back up into his rib cage.
(He'd been hanging around with Mac and his crime lab crew for too long -- he could actually picture that
happening in gory detail, something he never used to think about before he made detective.) But there
was only one pill left. If he took the last pill, he'd have to refill the prescription and get more. Weakness
again. Donald Flack Jr. was the latest in a long line of cops, most recently Donald Flack Sr. Cops didn't
admit to weakness. On the street, they can...
Author Bio
Keith R. A. DeCandido
Keith R.A. DeCandido was born and raised in New York City to a family of librarians. He has written over
two dozen novels, as well as short stories, nonfiction, eBooks, and comic books, most of them in various
media universes, among them Star Trek, World of Warcraft, Starcraft, Marvel Comics, Buffy the Vampire
Slayer, Serenity, Resident Evil, Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, Farscape, Xena, and Doctor Who. His
original novel Dragon Precinct was published in 2004, and he's also edited several anthologies, among
them the award-nominated Imaginings and two Star Trek anthologies. Keith is also a musician, having
played percussion for the bands the Don't Quit Your Day Job Players, the Boogie Knights, and the Randy
Bandits, as well as several solo acts. In what he laughingly calls his spare time, Keith follows the New
York Yankees and practices kenshikai karate. He still lives in New York City with his girlfriend and two
insane cats.<br/>

								
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