Death Of A Blue Movie Star by JEFFERY DEAVERDeath Of A Blue Movie Star by JEFFERY DEAVER

Death Of A Blue Movie Star


Mass Market Paperback | October 31, 2000

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From the bestselling author of the Bone Collector novels, soon to be an NBC series

Twenty-one-year-old Rune is an aspiring filmmaker, but so far her only break has been scoring a job as an underpaid production assistant in Manhattan. Still, she's always on the lookout for the perfect topic for her own film—and she thinks she's found it when she witnesses the bombing of a triple-X movie theater in Times Square. Rune's got a great hook for her documentary: She plans to film it through the eyes of Shelly Lowe, the porn star whose movie was playing at the theater when it exploded.  But just hours after Rune films a poignant Shelly reflecting on her dreams of becoming a serious actress, a second bomb silences the beautiful film star forever. Was Shelly in the wrong place at the wrong time—or was she the bomber's target all along? Rune vows to find out the truth behind the death of this blue movie star. But as she struggles to finish shooting her film, Rune's labor of love may be her final masterpiece—as a shooting of a more lethal kind threatens to write an ending to this story that no one wants to see. . . .
Jeffery Deaver is the #1 international bestselling author of more than thirty-five novels, three collections of short stories, and a nonfiction law book. His books are sold in 150 countries and translated into 25 languages. His first novel featuring Lincoln Rhyme, The Bone Collector, was made into a major motion picture starring Denzel...
Title:Death Of A Blue Movie StarFormat:Mass Market PaperbackProduct dimensions:336 pages, 7 × 4.25 × 0.75 inShipping dimensions:7 × 4.25 × 0.75 inPublished:October 31, 2000Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:055358295X

ISBN - 13:9780553582956


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Rune had walked past the movie theater and was three blocks away when  the bomb went off.No way was it construction-site dynamite--she knew  That from living for several years in urban-renewing Manhattan. The  noise was way loud--a huge, painful bang like a falling boiler. The turbulent  black smoke and distant screams left no doubt.Then sirens, shouts, running crowds. She looked but couldn't  see much from where she stood.Rune started toward it but then stopped, glanced at a watch--of the three on her wrist, it was the only one that worked.  She was already late getting back to the studio--was due a half hour ago. Thinking: Hell, if I'm going to get  yelled at anyway why not come back with a good story to take the  sting out of it.Yes, no?Go for it. She walked south to see the carnage.The blast itself wasn't all that big. It didn't crater the  floor and the only windows it took out were the theater's and the  plate glass in the bar one address up. No, it was the fire was the nasty part. Wads of flaming upholstery had apparently  arced like those tracer bullets in war movies and had ignited  wallpaper and carpeting and patrons' hair and all the recesses of the  theater the owner'd probably been meaning to get up to code for ten  years but just hadn't. By the time Rune got there the flames had done  their job and the Velvet Venus Theater  (XXX Only, The Best Projection In Town) was no more.Eighth Avenue was in chaos, closed off completely between  Forty-second and Forty-sixth Streets. Diminutive Rune, thin and just  over five feet, easily worked her way to the front of the spectators.  The homeless people and hookers and three-card monte players and kids  were having a great time watching the slick choreography of the men  and women from the dozen or so fire trucks on the scene. When the roof of the  theater went and sparks cascaded over the street the crowd exhaled approval as  if they were watching the Macy's fireworks over the East River.The NYFD crews were good and after twenty minutes the fires were  "knocked down," as she heard one fireman say, and the dramatic stuff was  over. The theater, a bar, a deli and peep show had been destroyed.Then the crowd's murmuring disappeared and everyone watched in solemn  quiet when the medics brought out the bodies. Or what was left of them.Rune felt her heart slamming as the thick green bags were wheeled or  carried past. Even the Emergency Medical Service guys, who she guessed were  pretty used to this sort of thing, looked edgy and green at the gills. Theirlips were squeezed tight and their eyes were fixed ahead of them.She eased closer to where one of the medics was talking to a fireman. And  though the young man tried to sound cool, slinging out the words with a grin, his voice was shaky. "Four dead, but two are mystery stiffs--not even enough  left for a dental."She swallowed; nausea and an urge to cry were balanced within her for a  moment.The queasiness returned when she realized something else: Three or four  tons of smoldering concrete and plaster now rested on the same sidewalk squares  where she'd been strolling just minutes before. Walking and skipping like a  schoolgirl, careful to miss the cracks to save her mother's back, glancing at  the movie poster and admiring the long blonde hair of the star of Lusty  Cousins.The very spot! A few minutes earlier and . . ."What happened?" Rune asked a pock-faced young woman in a tight red  T-shirt. Her voice cracked and she had to repeat the question."A bomb, a gas line." The woman shrugged. "Maybe propane. I don't  know."Rune nodded slowly.The cops were hostile and bored. Authoritative voices droned, "Move  along, come on, everybody. Move along."Rune stayed put."Excuse me, miss." A man's polite voice was speaking to her. Rune  turned and saw a cowboy. "Can I get by?" He'd walked out of the burnt-out  theater and was heading for a cluster of officers in the middle of the  street.He was about six two. Wearing blue jeans, a work shirt and a soldier's vest stiff with plates of armor. Boots. He had thinning hair, swept  back, and a mustache. His face was reserved and somber. He wore battered canvas  gloves. Rune glanced at his badge, pinned to his thick, stained belt, and  stepped aside.He ducked under the yellow police tape and walked into the street. She  edged after him. He stopped at a blue-and-white station wagon stenciled withbomb squad and leaned on the hood. Rune, slipping into  eavesdropping range, heard:"What've we got?" a fat man in a brown suit asked Cowboy."Plastic, looks like. A half ki." He looked up from under  salt-and-pepper brows. "I can't figure it. No I.R.A. targets here. The bar was  Greek." He nodded. "And the Syndicate only blows things up after hours.  Anyway, their M.O. is, if you want to scare folks, they miss  protection payments, you use Tovex from a construction site or maybe a  concussion grenade. Something that makes a big noise. But military plastic?  Sitting right next to the gas line? I don't get it.""We got something here." A patrolman came up and handed Cowboy a  plastic envelope. Inside was a scorched piece of paper. "We're going fishingfor latents so if you could be careful, sir."Cowboy nodded and read.Rune tried to get a glimpse of it. Saw careful handwriting. And dark  stains. She wondered if they were blood.Cowboy glanced up. "Are you someone?""My mother thinks so." She tried a fast smile. He didn't respond,  studied her critically. Maybe trying to decide if she was a witness. Or the  bomber. She decided not to be cute. "I just wondered what it said.""You're not supposed to be here.""I'm a reporter. I'm just curious what happened."Brown Suit offered, "Why don't you be curious someplace else."Which ticked her off and she was about to tell him that as a  taxpayer--which she wasn't--she paid his salary but just then Brown  Suit finished reading the note and tapped Cowboy's arm. "What's this  Sword?"Forgetting about Rune, Cowboy said, "Never heard of them but they want  credit, they can have it till somebody better shows up." Then he noticed  something, stepped forward, away from the station wagon. Brown Suit was looking  elsewhere and Rune glanced at the message on the burned paper.

Editorial Reviews

"The author creates a great sense of atmosphere, enhanced with vivid imagery and well-defined characters."-- Rendezvous"Highly original and very entertaining."-- Alfred Hitchcock Mystery MagazineDon't miss Jeffery Deaver's other gripping novels featuring his unforgettable heroine Rune"[Rune] is a breath of fresh air!"-- BooklistManhattan Is My Beat"Highly original and very entertaining."-- Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazineand look for:The Lesson Of Her DeathMistress Of JusticeAvailable from Bantam Books And the third Rune mystery:Hard News"Peerless entertainment."-- Kirkus ReviewsComing soon from Bantam Books!