“A well-tangled web of intrigue and murder.” — Entertainment Weekly “Kellerman invariably rides high in the bestseller lists… Blindman’s Bluff shows why.” — St. Louis Post-Dispatch One of the popular couples in contemporary crime fiction, LAPD homicide detective Peter Decker and his wife Rina Lazarus are back in Blindman’s Bluff —and placed in harm’s way in the wake of a horrific home invasion and brutal multiple murder. Author Faye Kellerman, whose novels perennially live on the New York Times bestseller list, proves once again that “no one working in the crime genre is better” ( Baltimore Sun ) with this twisty, surprising shocker. “Engaging.” - Los Angeles Times Book Review “Faye Kellerman is a talented writer.” - Chicago Sun-Times LAPD homicide detective Peter Decker and his wife, Rina Lazarus, will be blindsided by a brutal multiple murder in this twisting tale of suspense from New York Times bestselling author Faye Kellerman. "They say dead men don't talk, but if you listen, they do." As a lieutenant in the LAPD, homicide detective Peter Decker doesn't get many calls at 3 a.m. unless a case is nasty, sensational—or both. Someone has broken into the exclusive Coyote Ranch compound of billionaire developer Guy Kaffey and viciously gunned him down, along with his wife and four employees. A well-known figure on both the business and society pages, Kaffey, with his sons and his younger brother, Mace, built most of the shopping malls in Southern California and earned a reputation for philanthropy, donating millions to worthy causes. It doesn't take long for Peter, his trusted detectives Scott Oliver and Marge Dunn, and the rest of his homicide team to figure out that the gruesome killings must be an inside job. Things become even more entangled when they discover that Kaffey's largesse had included organizations that extended second chances to delinquents, many of whom Kaffey had hired for his personal security. But was the job pure murder/robbery or something even more twisted? A developer of Kaffey's magnitude doesn't make billions without making more enemies with blood grudges. With leads taking the team across L.A., up and down the Golden State, and into Mexico, Decker is plenty busy—and plenty thankful not to have to worry about his wife, Rina Lazarus, getting caught up in this deadly case. Rina is out of harm's way, serving on a jury at the courthouse. But then a chance encounter with a court translator who needs her help leads Rina into the terrifying heart of her husband's murder investigations—and straight into the path of a gang of ruthless killers. To protect Rina, Decker must find his prey before death unites his two worlds. A fast-paced tour through the urban landscape of L.A., Blindman's Bluff is a riveting mile-a-minute thrill ride from a formidable master of her craft. Faye Kellerman lives with her husband, New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman, in Los Angeles, California, and Santa Fe, New Mexico. Blindman's Bluff A Decker and Lazarus Novel By Faye Kellerman HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2010 Faye Kellerman All right reserved. ISBN: 9780061702327 Chapter One Ah, fantasy: the stuff of life. As he dressed for work, he looked in the mirror. Staring back at him was a handsome man around six feet four . . . No. That was way too tall. Staring back at him was a six-foot-one, devilishly handsome angular man with a surfer mop of sun-kissed hair and preternatural blue eyes, so intense that whenever any woman looked at him, she had to avert her eyes in embarrassment. Well, the eyes part was probably true. How about this? In the mirror, staring back at him was an angular face topped by a nest of curly, dark hair and a shy smile that made women swoon—so boyish and charming, yet masculine at the same time. He felt his lips turn into a smile, and he raked fingers through his own curly locks, which were on the thin side—not thinning, but not a lot of weight to the fibers. Pulling up on the knot of his tie, he eased it into the folds of his collar and felt the fabric: deluxe, heavy silk handpainted with an array of colors that would go with almost anything randomly chosen from his closet. As he tucked his shirttail into his pants, his hands ran over the rises and falls of a six-pack courtesy of crunches and weight lifting and a very strict eating regimen. Like most bodybuilders, his muscles craved protein, which was fine as long as he trimmed the fat. That was why whenever he looked in the mirror, he liked what he saw. More like what he imagined he saw. Decker was genuinely perplexed. "I don't understand how you got past the voir dire.""Maybe the judge believed me when I said I could be objective," Rina answered.Adding artificial sweetener to his coffee, Decker grunted. He had always taken his java straight up, but of late he had developed a sweet tooth, especially after a meat meal. Not that dinner was all that heavy—skirt steaks and sala