The Blue Journal: A Detective Anthony Walker Novel
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When one of Randi Conway’s psychotherapy patients is found dead of a gunshot wound, the investigation is turned over to Detective Anthony Walker.
Formerly a New York City cop, Walker now serves on the police force of an affluent community in Fairfield County, Connecticut. He lives among the privileged gentry, where he understands that appearances are often far removed from reality. This certainly proves to be true in the death of Elizabeth Knoebel, when Walker discovers that she had been keeping a private journal entitled “SEXUAL RITES”.
In her diary, Elizabeth was recording the explicit details of her sexual adventures with various men, many of whom were married to the women in her therapy group. Elizabeth was a predator bent on seducing and, in some instances, humiliating these men, obsessed with a perverse mission that Walker believes led to her murder.
As Walker uncovers the secrets of Elizabeth’s memoir, he becomes convinced that her killer is another of Randi Conway’s patients.
But which one?
about that?” Before he could respond, the doorbell rang. Stratford placed his glass on the counter and went to answer it. He opened the front door to find Lieutenant Walker and Officer Kovacevic standing there. Stratford said, “I think I’ve had just about enough of you for one evening, Detective.” “We’re not here to see you,” Walker told him. “We’re here to speak with Mrs. Stratford.” “What?” Linda Stratford was already standing behind her husband. She said, “Don’t be rude, Robert, show them
her. CHAPTER 35 The police spent most of the morning scouring Randi’s office, looking for anything that might help them determine who broke in and trashed her records. They dusted for prints throughout her office and looked for anything that might be helpful in and out of the building. They searched for marks on the carpet in the corridor and surveyed the parking lot out back. But they found nothing. Randi watched the technicians who went through her papers. As she told Stratford and Walker,
yet neither of you ever wanted to deal with it.” Knoebel rubbed the inside corners of his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. “Did you know my wife was sleeping with some of your other patients?” He posed the question as if this were some tiresome piece of business he simply had to get out of the way. “Whether I knew such a thing or not,” Randi replied evenly, “I would not be at liberty to say.” “You knew, didn’t you?” “I’m sorry, but your wife’s confidences survive her
think they realize at some point I could be giving the police a list?” “Calm yourself, Nettie. The police already have a list, and it’s far more extensive than anything you could provide.” Nettie responded with a puzzled look. “The police know about the Knoebels’ participation in the groups I run.” “You gave them names?” Nettie asked. “Of course not. They spoke with Dr. Knoebel, got the names from him. I believe the police had other information as well.” Nettie gave an expectant look. “I’m
“You married?” There was an almost imperceptible flinch before she shook her head and said, “I live alone,” which did not exactly answer the question. “Where?” She gave her address, a garden apartment complex just outside town. Probably not unlike his own place, Walker noted. “Got all that?” he asked Kovacevic. “Already wrote it down,” the officer told him. Returning his attention to the housekeeper, Walker said, “You were the one who found Mrs. Knoebel?” The woman nodded. She was still