{"product_id":"isle-of-dogs-isbn-9780425182901","title":"Isle of Dogs","description":"\u003cb\u003ePatricia Cornwell’s novels of big-city police have taken this classic genre to a new level. Now, with this #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling novel, she outdoes herself, with a wry tale of life and turmoil behind the blue wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eChaos breaks loose when the governor of Virginia orders that speed traps be painted on all streets and highways, and warns that speeders will be caught by monitoring aircraft flying overhead. But the eccentric island of Tangier, fourteen miles off the coast of Virginia in Chesapeake Bay, responds by declaring war on its own state. Judy Hammer, newly installed as the superintendent of the Virginia State Police, and Andy Brazil, a state trooper and Hammer’s right hand and confidant, find themselves at their wits’ end as they try to protect the public from the politicians—and vice versa—in this pitch-perfect, darkly comic romp.“Move over Carl Hiaasen, you’ve got company. Patricia Cornwell has switched to Hiaasen’s world of black humor and nearly conquers it.”—\u003cb\u003eSan Francisco Examiner\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Cornwell has coined a new penny.”—\u003cb\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003ePatricia Cornwell\u003c\/b\u003e is considered one of the world's bestselling crime writers. Her intrepid medical examiner Kay Scarpetta first appeared on the scene in 1990 with \u003ci\u003ePostmortem\u003c\/i\u003e—the only novel to win the Edgar, Creasey, Anthony, and Macavity awards and the French Prix du Roman d'Aventure in a single year—and \u003ci\u003eCruel and Unusual\u003c\/i\u003e, which won Britain's prestigious Gold Dagger Award for the best crime novel of 1993. Dr. Kay Scarpetta herself won the 1999 Sherlock Award for the best detective created by an American author. Ms. Cornwell's work is translated into 36 languages across more than 120 countries.Unique First fit her name like a glove, or at least this\u003cp\u003ewas how her mother always put it. Unique came first\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand was one of a kind. There was no one else like\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher—and this was a damn good thing, to quote her\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efather, Dr. Ulysses First, who had never understood what genetic\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emalignancy blighted his only child.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUnique was a petite eighteen-year-old with long, shimmering\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehair that was as black as ebony, and her skin was translucent\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elike milk glass, her lips full and pink. She believed that\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher pale blue eyes could mesmerize whoever looked into them\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand that by casting as little as a glance at someone she could\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebend that person’s mind to fit her Purpose. Unique could\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehaunt someone for weeks, building up unbearable anticipation\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003euntil the final act, which was a necessary and frenzied release,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eusually followed by a blackout.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hey, wake up, my car’s broke down.” She knocked on the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewindow of the Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler that was parked all\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eby itself at the Farmers’ Market on the fringes of downtown\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRichmond. “I’m wondering if you got a phone?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was 4:00 A.M., pitch dark, and the parking lot was poorly\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elit. Although Moses Custer knew very well that it wasn’t safe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto be out here alone at this hour, he had ignored his usual good\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ejudgment after fighting with his wife and storming off in his\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etruck, where he intended to spend the night, alone and missing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ein action, out by the vegetable stands. That would sure show\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher, he always thought when their marital routine turned ugly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe opened the door of his cab as the knocking on the glass\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003econtinued.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Lordy, what’s a sweet little thing like you doing out here at\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethis hour?” Moses asked, confused and drunk, as he stared at\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe creamy, delicate face smiling at him like an angel.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re about to have a unique experience.” Unique said\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe same thing she always did right before she moved in for\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher Purpose.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What’chu mean?” Moses puzzled. “What unique ’sperience?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe answer came in a legion of demons that kicked and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003epounded Moses and ripped at his hair and clothes. Explosions\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand obscenities erupted from hell, and fire seared his muscles\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand bones as savage forces beat and tore him to shreds and left\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehim dead and drove off in his truck. Moses hovered above his\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edead self for a while, watching his mauled, lifeless body on\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe tarmac. Blood streamed out from under his head as rain\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esmacked down, and one of his boots was off and his left arm\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewas at an angle that wasn’t natural. As Moses gazed down on\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehimself, a part of him was worn out and ready for Eternity\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhile another part of him regretted his life and grieved.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“My head’s ruined,” he moaned and began to sob as everything\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewent black. “Ohhh, my head’s ruined. Lord, I ain’t\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eready! 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