{"product_id":"robert-b-parkers-fool-me-twice-isbn-9780425261286","title":"Robert B. Parker's Fool Me Twice","description":"\u003cb\u003eWhen two cases collide, police chief Jesse Stone is caught in the middle in this \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAutumn in Paradise, Massachusetts, is usually idyllic. Not this time. A Hollywood movie company has come to town and brought troubled star Marisol Hinton—beautiful, talented, demanding, and scared out of her wits that her estranged husband's jealousy might take a violent turn. When she receives a death threat, Jesse and the Paradise police department go on high alert. But more lives are in danger than Jesse imagines—including his own.\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Jesse Stone novels\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No one understands what makes Bob Parker’s Jesse Stone tick better than Michael Brandman...”—Tom Selleck, star of the Jesse Stone TV movies\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If Spencer is the invincible knight, the timeless hero of American detective fiction, then Jesse Stone is the flawed hero of the moment.”—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eRobert B. Parker \u003c\/b\u003ewas the author of seventy books, including the legendary Spenser detective series, the novels featuring Chief Jesse Stone, and the acclaimed Virgil Cole\/Everett Hitch westerns, as well as the Sunny Randall novels. Winner of the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award and long considered the undisputed dean of American crime fiction, he died in January 2010.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMichael Brandman\u003c\/b\u003e, the award-winning producer of more than thirty motion pictures, collaborated with Robert B. Parker for years on movie projects, the Spenser TV movies, and the Jesse Stone series of TV movies starring Tom Selleck. Brandman cowrote the screenplays for \u003ci\u003eStone Cold\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNo Rumors\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eInnocents Lost\u003c\/i\u003e, and supervised the screenplay adaptations of \u003ci\u003eNight Passage\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eDeath in Paradise\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eSea Change\u003c\/i\u003e. He and Selleck were executive producers of the entire series. Brandman lives in California.\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse Stone’s cruiser pulled up to the stop sign on Paradise Road, preparing to make a right turn onto Country Club Way.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA warm fall breeze blew gently through the cruiser’s open windows. The red and yellow leaves of the elms and maples fluttered haphazardly in the wind. Jesse raised his face to the early morning sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe noticed the car on his left, a late-model Audi A5 coupe,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecome to a complete stop beside him. When the driver looked in his direction, Jesse nodded to him. The Audi pulled away and proceeded through the intersection. A Mercedes sedan barreled through the stop sign and broadsided the Audi. The Mercedes was doing at least fifty in a  twenty-five-mile-per-hour zone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Audi collapsed into itself. The impact punched it off the road and into a ditch, where it bounced precariously a couple of times before sliding to an upright stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe alarm systems on both cars began to shriek. Front and side air bags deployed in a vicious rush of compressed air, pinning both drivers to their seats.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Mercedes was driven by a young female. Jesse had seen her looking down as she ran the stop sign. She must have been texting.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe grabbed his cell phone and called the station.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMolly Crane answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ve got a bad one at the corner of Paradise and Country Club. Send the entire sideshow. Ambulance. CSI unit. Hazmat team. Also Suitcase.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m on it, Jesse.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, and call Carter Hansen, will you? Tell him I’ll be late.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse switched on the flashing light bar on top of his cruiser and inched closer to the accident. He stopped in front of the Audi, got out, and walked over to it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe driver had been immobilized by the deployed air bags. He was sandwiched tightly between his seat and the bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was middle- aged and overweight, wearing a navy blue sport jacket, a  button- down white dress shirt, and a  gray- and-pink polka-dot bow tie. A chevron-style mustache concealed his upper lip. He was unconscious.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse called out to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Can you hear me, sir?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was no response.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse pulled open the door. He reached inside, disabled the alarm system, and used his Leatherman to deflate the air bags.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man slumped back in his seat. Blood seeped from his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse checked for a pulse.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt least the guy was alive.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse turned and stepped over to the Mercedes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe teenage driver had also been pinned by the air bags. She wore a uniform bearing the insignia of one of Paradise’s best private schools. Unlike the other driver, she was awake and alert.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Are you hurt,” Jesse said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t think so,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Just get me out of this fucking car,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse looked at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t injured, he circled the Mercedes, checking for damage. Despite the intensity of the crash, the car was relatively intact. He opened the passenger-side door and spotted the item he was looking for.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe walked back to the cruiser, retrieved an evidence bag, then returned to the Mercedes. Slipping a rubber glove on his right hand, he reached beneath the still-inflated air bag and grabbed the iPhone from the car floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What are you doing,” the girl said. “Why aren’t you getting me out of here?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse ignored her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe bagged the phone and put it inside his cruiser.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen he returned to the Mercedes, the girl was attempting to wriggle her way out of it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Be easier if I deflate the air bags,” Jesse said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Then what are you waiting for,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse poked the air bags with his Leatherman. He also disabled the alarm system. The quiet was a blessing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow freed, the young woman opened her door and started to get out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse pushed the door closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Stay where you are until the medics arrive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said, struggling to open the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m instructing you not to get out of the car until you’re seen by a medic.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m totally fine. Even a moron can see that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse looked at her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe removed a pair of handcuffs from his service belt. He grabbed the girl’s left wrist and cuffed it to the steering wheel.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe heard sirens in the distance.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What do you think you’re doing,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You do know it’s illegal to text while driving?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe girl didn’t respond.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There’s an injured man in the car that you hit.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It was an accident.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Caused by you.” “Have you any idea who I am?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Have you no concern for the other driver?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yeah, sure. Of course. Courtney Cassidy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m Courtney Cassidy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Nicely alliterative.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse remained silent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“My father is Richard Cassidy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sirens grew closer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I want my phone,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s been placed into evidence.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What do you mean it’s been placed into evidence?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I confiscated it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I want to speak to my father.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You can make a phone call when you get to the police station.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m not going to the police station.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse looked at her for a few moments. Then he walked away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hey,” she called after him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe ignored her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe called again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hey, dickwad,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnother police cruiser and an ambulance appeared on Paradise Road, sirens blaring, lights flashing. They pulled to a stop near Courtney’s Mercedes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuitcase Simpson emerged from the cruiser. He spotted Jesse and walked toward him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTwo EMTs got out of the ambulance. Jesse pointed them to the Audi.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What happened,” Suitcase said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Girl was texting. She ran the stop sign and hit the Audi.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuitcase looked over at her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Why is she cuffed to the steering wheel?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Disobedience.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Okay.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“If the medics clear her, you can arrest her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Charges?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Reckless endangerment. Running a stop sign. Texting while driving. Resisting arrest. Arrogance.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t think arrogance is a chargeable offense, Jesse,” Suitcase said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Okay. Forget arrogance. Make a big deal out of reading her rights, though. Do it slowly and deliberately.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Why?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Because I don’t like her,” Jesse said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe medics were now at the Mercedes, evaluating Courtney. One of them stepped away and spoke to Jesse and Suitcase.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Guy’s floating in and out of it,” he said. “Looks like he suffered some head trauma. We’ll take him to Paradise General.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The girl,” Jesse said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“She seems okay,” the medic said. “If you’re going to have an accident, probably best it be in a Mercedes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You taking her to the hospital, too,” Suitcase said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We’re not quite finished examining her, but it doesn’t appear necessary. Is there anyone who can remove the handcuff s, by the way?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJesse handed the key to Suitcase.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Cell phones,” Jesse said with a snort. “Big-time dangerous. There need to be more serious consequences for using them while driving. The current laws are a joke.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter her handcuffs were removed, Courtney got out of the damaged Mercedes and headed in Jesse’s direction.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe might one day be pretty, Jesse thought, but today wasn’t that day. Her  flat-ironed yellow hair hung limply around her plain round face, still plump with the last vestiges of baby fat. Her makeup was heavy and inexpertly applied. Her green plaid uniform was as flattering as a prison jumpsuit. Her pale blue eyes, however, flashed defiance.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Will one of you call my parents. I want to go home,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No, ma’am,” Jesse said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe moved closer to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I said I want to go home.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re under arrest,” Jesse said. “You’re going to jail.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Arrest?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Correct.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You can’t arrest me. 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