{"id":5896,"date":"2026-01-04T12:25:18","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T12:25:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/twisted-kellerman-jonathan\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T12:25:18","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T12:25:18","slug":"twisted-kellerman-jonathan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/twisted-kellerman-jonathan\/","title":{"rendered":"Twisted – Kellerman, Jonathan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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M<\/big><\/big><\/big><\/big>ay brought azure skies and California optimism to Hollywood. Petra Connor worked nights and slept through the blue. She had her own reason to be cheerful: solving two whodunit murders.<\/p>\n

The first was a dead body at a wedding. The Ito-Park wedding, main ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel, Japanese-American bride, Korean-American groom, a couple of law students who\u2019d met at the U. Her father, a Glendale-born surgeon; his, an immigrant appliance dealer, barely able to speak English. Petra wondered about culture clash.<\/p>\n

The body was one of the bride\u2019s cousins, a thirty-two-year-old CPA named Baldwin Yoshimura, found midway through the reception, in an unlocked stall of the hotel men\u2019s room, his neck twisted so hard, he looked like something out of The Exorcist. <\/em>It took strong hands to do that, the coroner pronounced, but that was where the medical wisdom terminated.<\/p>\n

Petra, working with no partner once again, talked to every friend and relative and finally unearthed the fact that Baldwin Yoshimura had been a serious lothario who\u2019d made no distinction between married and unmarried conquests. As she continued to probe, she encountered nervous glances on the bride\u2019s side. Finally, a third cousin named Wendy Sakura blurted out the truth: Baldwin had been fooling with his brother Darwin\u2019s wife. The slut.<\/p>\n

Darwin, a relative black sheep for this highly educated clan, was a martial arts instructor who worked at a studio in Woodland Hills. Petra forced herself to wake up during daylight, dropped in at the dojo, watched him put an advanced judo class through its paces. Stocky little guy, shaved head, pleasant demeanor. When the class was over, he approached Petra, arms extended for cuffing, saying, \u201cI did it. Arrest me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Back at the station, he refused a lawyer, couldn\u2019t wait to spill: Suspicious for some time, he\u2019d followed his wife and his brother as they left the wedding and entered an unused banquet room. After passing behind a partition, said wife gave said sib enthusiastic head. Darwin allowed her to finish, waited until Baldwin went to the john, confronted his brother, did the deed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about your wife?\u201d said Petra.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t hurt her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s a woman,\u201d said Darwin Yoshimura. \u201cShe\u2019s weak. Baldwin should\u2019ve known better.\u201d<\/p>\n

The second whodunit started off as bloodstains in Los Feliz and ended up with d.b. out in Angeles Crest National Forest. This victim was a grocer named Bedros Kashigian. The blood was found in the parking lot behind his market on Edgemont. Kashigian and his five-year-old Cadillac were missing.<\/p>\n

Two days later, forest rangers found the Caddy pulled to the side of the road in the forest, Kashigian\u2019s body slumped behind the wheel. Dried blood had streamed out of his left ear, run onto his face and shirt, but no obvious wounds. Maggot analysis said he\u2019d been dead the entire two days, or close to it. Meaning, instead of driving home from work, he\u2019d made his way thirty miles east. Or had been taken there.<\/p>\n

As far as Petra could tell, the grocer was a solid citizen, married, three kids, nice house, no outstanding debts. But a solid week of investigating Kashigian\u2019s activities gave rise to the fact that he\u2019d been involved in a brawl two days before his disappearance.<\/p>\n

Barroom melee at a place on Alvarado. Latino clientele, but Kashigian had a thing for one of the Salvadoran waitresses and went there frequently to nurse beer-and-shots before retiring to her room above the saloon. The fracas got going when two drunks started pounding each other. Kashigian got caught in the middle and ended up being punched in the head. Only once, according to the bartender. An errant bare fist and Kashigian had left the bar on his feet.<\/p>\n

Kashigian\u2019s widow, dealing with her loss as well as the new insight that Bedros had been cheating on her, said hubby had complained of a headache, attributing it to banging his head against a bread rack. Couple of aspirins, he\u2019d seemed fine.<\/p>\n

Petra phoned the coroner, an unconscionably cheerful guy named Rosenberg, and asked if a single, bare-knuckle blow to the head could be fatal two days after the fact. Rosenberg said he doubted it.<\/p>\n

A scan of Bedros Kashigian\u2019s insurance records showed hefty whole life and first-to-die policies as well as medical claims paid five years ago, when the grocer had been involved in a nine-car pileup on the 5 <\/em>North that had shattered his skull and caused intracranial bleeding. Brought into the E.R. unconscious, Kashigian had been wheeled into surgery where a half-dollar-sized piece of skull had been sawed off so his brain could be cleaned up. That section, labeled a \u201croundel\u201d by Rosenberg, had been reattached using sutures and screws.<\/p>\n

After hearing about the accident, Rosenberg had changed his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe roundel was anchored by scar tissue,\u201d he told Petra. \u201cAnd the darn thing grew back thinner than the rest of the skull. Unfortunately for your guy, that\u2019s exactly where he took the punch. The rest of his head could have withstood the impact but the thin spot couldn\u2019t. It shattered, drove bone slivers into his brain, caused a slow bleed, and finally boom.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBoom,\u201d said Petra. \u201cThere you go again, blinding me with jargon.\u201d<\/p>\n

The coroner laughed. Petra laughed. Neither of them wanting to think about Bedros Kashigian\u2019s monumental bad luck.<\/p>\n

\u201cA single punch,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoom,\u201d said Rosenberg.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me this, Doctor R., could he have driven to the forest out of confusion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me think about that. With shards of bone slicing into his gray matter, a slow bleed, yeah, he could\u2019ve been hazy, disoriented.\u201d<\/p>\n

Which didn\u2019t explain why Angeles Crest, specifically.<\/p>\n

She asked Captain Schoelkopf if she should pursue homicide charges against the guy who\u2019d landed the punch.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA bar fight.\u201d Schoelkopf flashed her the are-you-retarded? <\/em>look. \u201cWrite it up as an accidental death.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lacking the will\u2014or the desire\u2014to argue, she complied, then went to inform the widow. Who told her Angeles Crest was where she and Bedros used to go to make out when they were teenagers.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least he left me some good insurance,\u201d said the woman. \u201cThe main thing is my kids stay in private school.\u201d<\/p>\n

Within days after closing both files, the loneliness set in. Petra had made the mistake of getting intimate with a partner, and now she was working and living solo.<\/p>\n

The object of her affections was a strange, taciturn detective named Eric Stahl with a military background as an Army special services officer and a history that had unfurled slowly. The first time Petra had seen his black suit, pale skin, and flat, dark eyes she\u2019d thought undertaker. <\/em>She\u2019d disliked him instinctively and the feeling appeared mutual. Somehow things had changed.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d started working together on the Cold Heart homicides, coordinating with Milo Sturgis in West L.A. to put away a scumbag psychopath who got off on dispatching creative types. Closing that one hadn\u2019t come easy; Eric had nearly died of stab wounds. Sitting, waiting, in the E.R. waiting room, Petra had met his parents, learned why he didn\u2019t talk or emote or act remotely human.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d once had a family\u2014wife and two kids\u2014but had lost everything. Heather, Danny, and Dawn. <\/em>Taken from him cruelly. He\u2019d resigned his military commission, spent a year doped up on antidepressants, then applied to the LAPD, where connections got him a Detective I appointment, Hollywood Division, where Schoelkopf had foisted him on Petra.<\/p>\n

Whatever Schoelkopf knew he\u2019d kept to himself. Uninformed, Petra tried to get along, but faced with a partner with all the warmth of ceramic tile, she soon gave up. The two of them ended up splitting chores, minimizing the time they spent together. Long, cold, silent stakeouts.<\/p>\n

Then came a night full of terror. Even now, Petra wondered if Eric had been trying to commit Suicide by Perp. She\u2019d never brought it up. Had no reason to.<\/p>\n

She had not been the only woman in his life. During the Cold Heart investigation, he\u2019d met an exotic dancer, a bubble-headed blonde with a perfect body named Kyra Montego aka Kathy Magary. Kyra was there in the waiting room, too, stuffed into too-small duds, sniffling into her hankie, examining her nails, unable to read the dumbest magazine out of anxiety or what Petra suspected was attention span disorder. Petra outlasted the bimbo, and when Eric woke up, it was her<\/em> hand holding his, her<\/em> eyes locking with his bruised, brown irises.<\/p>\n

During the months of recuperation, Kyra kept dropping in at Eric\u2019s rented bungalow in Studio City, bearing takeout soup and plastic utensils. Offering plastic boobs and batting eyelashes and Lord knew what else.<\/p>\n

Petra dealt with that by cooking <\/em>for Eric. Growing up with five brothers and a widowed father in Arizona, she\u2019d learned to be pretty handy around the kitchen. During the brief time her marriage lasted, she\u2019d played at gourmet. <\/em>Now a nighthawk divorc\u00e9e, she rarely bothered to switch on the oven. But healing Eric with home-cooked goodies had seemed terribly urgent.<\/p>\n

In the end, the bimbo was out of the picture and Petra was squarely in it. She and Eric went from awkwardness to reluctant self-disclosure to friendship to closeness. When they finally made love, he went at it with the fervor of a deprived animal. When they finally settled into regular sex, she found him the best lover she\u2019d ever encountered, tender when she needed him to be, accommodatingly athletic when that was the daily special.<\/p>\n

They split up as partners and continued as lovers. Living apart; Eric in the bungalow, Petra in her flat on Detroit off Sixth, near Museum Row. Then September 11 hit and Eric\u2019s special forces background made the department look at him in a new way. Transferred out of Homicide to the newly formed Homeland Security Squad, he was sent overseas for antiterrorist training. This month it was Israel, learning about suicide bombers and profiling and things he couldn\u2019t tell her about.<\/p>\n

He called when he could, e-mailed her sporadically but couldn\u2019t receive electronic messages. She\u2019d last heard from him a week ago. Jerusalem was a beautiful city, the Israelis were tough and tactless and reasonably competent, he planned to be back in two weeks.<\/p>\n

A postcard picturing the Citadel of David had arrived two days ago. Eric\u2019s neat, forward-slanting script.<\/p>\n

\nP.
Thinking of you, all\u2019s o.k.
E.<\/em>\n<\/p>\n

Working solo suited her just fine, but she knew it was only a matter of time before some new transfer was foisted on her.<\/p>\n

After closing Yoshimura and Kashigian, she took a couple of days off, figuring on a little downtime.<\/p>\n

Instead, she got a bloodbath and Isaac Gomez.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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