"Fred Berman returns to narrate the second in Rosenfelt's K Team series. Berman's regular-guy voice makes former detective, now private investigator, Corey Douglas a sympathetic character...Listeners will hang on every word as Douglas and the K team unravel the case through their instincts, solid detecting, and illegal hacking." -- AudioFile Magazine
The K Team is back in the second installment in this spinoff series from bestselling author David Rosenfelt's beloved Andy Carpenter mysteries.
Corey Douglas and his K-9 partner, a German shepherd named Simon Garfunkel, are recently retired police officers turned private investigators. Along with fellow former cop Laurie Collins and her investigating partner, Marcus, they call themselves the K Team, in honor of Simon.
The K Team’s latest case – a recent unsolved murder – gives Corey a chance to solve "the one that got away". Corey knew the murder victim from his time on the force, when he was unable to protect her in a domestic dispute. Now, he is convinced the same abusive boyfriend is responsible for her murder. With some help from Laurie’s lawyer husband, Andy Carpenter, the K Team is determined to prove what the police could not, no matter the cost. What they uncover is much more sinister than they could have imagined.
Known for his dog-loving stories and addictive characters, bestselling mystery author David Rosenfelt presents Animal Instinct, the second installment in this engrossing new series about a dynamite investigative team and their canine partner.
A Macmillan Audio production from Minotaur Books
Release date:
April 6, 2021
Publisher:
St. Martin's Publishing Group
Print pages:
304
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Animal Instinct (K Team #2). By David Rosenfelt. 2021. Minotaur Books (ARC eBook).
Private investigator Corey Douglas and his partners of the K Team take on a case of a murdered woman who Corey recognizes as a women he tried to help when he was a cop responding to a domestic violence call. He’s sure he knows who is responsible for the murder, but the investigation takes unexpected twists when he himself becomes the focus of the police and more bodies begin to drop. Corey and his girlfriend Dani might have to rely on his canine partner, Simon Garfunkle’s, instincts to stay ali...
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Animal Instinct (K Team #2). By David Rosenfelt. 2021. Minotaur Books (ARC eBook).
Private investigator Corey Douglas and his partners of the K Team take on a case of a murdered woman who Corey recognizes as a women he tried to help when he was a cop responding to a domestic violence call. He’s sure he knows who is responsible for the murder, but the investigation takes unexpected twists when he himself becomes the focus of the police and more bodies begin to drop. Corey and his girlfriend Dani might have to rely on his canine partner, Simon Garfunkle’s, instincts to stay alive. An entertaining mystery with action and solid teamwork, both with Simon and the rest of the members (and honorary members) of the K Team.
That’s what she was telling herself, although the truth was that she was merely trying to appear as if nothing was wrong. That was not easy to do, because something was very wrong, and there was no longer anything normal about her life.
Lisa Yates was terrified.
She had been living with that fear for a long time. She finally decided that she would face it directly, but doing so was an extraordinarily risky proposition. This was not necessarily an act of courage, because she believed, knew in her soul, that not doing anything was even more dangerous.
The other thing she knew was that success depended on no one suspecting what she was planning. She was afraid to do it alone; something like going to the police or FBI scared her. She had decided she needed a lawyer, but did not know who to approach. And she had to be extraordinarily careful in whatever she did.
They could well be watching.
So this was intended to seem to be a normal evening out. She had no desire to go out; her inclination was to stay at home, obsess about her situation, and go over her plan for the thousandth time. Instead she’d spend a couple of hours making small talk, more for show than to help her forget her dilemma. Nothing could get her to forget.
So she went out to dinner with Una Loge, a former colleague at work who had left when she got married. Lisa had stayed fairly close with Una and her husband, Dave, but Lisa’s own domestic situation by its very nature kept them somewhat apart. Lisa’s domestic situation, at least until a month ago, was a train wreck.
They went to Manero’s, in Teaneck. While pretending to be attentive and in the moment, Lisa let Una do most of the talking. But while Lisa was physically present, her mind was a million miles away.
The dinner took a little over two hours. Lisa revealed nothing about herself, not even sharing stories about the office, though Una still knew most of the people there. Una could tell that something was wrong and inquired about it, but when Lisa said that everything was fine, Una backed off. She wanted to give her friend space but was clearly worried for her.
Lisa quickly grabbed the check when it arrived, more in desperation to end the dinner than to show generosity. She had to get out of there, her mind was exploding, and she couldn’t pretend anymore. She told Una that she could pay next time, though Lisa doubted there would be a next time.
They said good night at the restaurant’s front door and Lisa walked to her car on the street, not more than fifty feet away, while Una stayed behind, having used valet parking.
Lisa had just reached her car when she heard the noise. In that split second, she knew what was happening, but she did not have time to react, and she did not feel the bullet pierce her skull.
She would never be afraid again.
I am staring fear in the face; it is coming at me in waves.
I don’t mean that as a metaphor; the waves are literally coming at me … one after another, in varying sizes and strengths.
I am standing at the water’s edge of the Eighth Avenue Dog Beach in Asbury Park, New Jersey. I rarely came to Asbury Park as a kid; in those days it was in decline and disrepair. I never understood how that could happen to a city with such a large and beautiful beach; it would seem to be a prime real estate location and immune to such a fate.
But the municipal decay was an unfortunate fact, so for our vacations, the Douglas family always went a bit farther south, to Long Beach Island. Since then Asbury has made a remarkable comeback and is now a thriving community … and the dog beach is cool.
So here I am.
With me at the moment are Dani Kendall, who I can no longer deny is my serious girlfriend, and Simon Garfunkel, my longtime pal and partner. Simon is a German shepherd and functioned as my K-9 comrade on the Paterson police force for almost eight years, before our recent simultaneous retirement.
My earliest fear in life was as a result of my first trip to the beach. I was with my mother and brother, and we were staying in a boardinghouse on Long Beach Island. We used to go there for a two-week vacation every summer, but my father would come down only on weekends. He was a sergeant in the Paterson PD, and he worked overtime as much as he could. I can never remember him taking a weekday off. Even taking Saturday and Sunday during our vacation was a major concession on his part.
I was probably four years old and excited to be going in the ocean for the first time. Then my mother killed that feeling of anticipation by warning me of the undertow, or riptide, or whatever she called it. It was an invisible, mysterious force in the water capable of dragging small children off to certain, horrible death. And, according to her, it was relentless and overpowering; once a child was in its grip, it was over.
So the four-year-old Corey Douglas did not go in the ocean that day, or any day since. Literally never; I’ve always considered the downside to be too great.
It’s not a phobia. The dictionary defines phobia as an inexplicable or irrational fear. That doesn’t apply here; it’s very rational to be afraid of being dragged to one’s death by the ocean monster known as riptide.
The irony is that I have spent my life attacking and overcoming fear; as a cop the criticism most often levied at me was that I was not cautious enough. I think that’s fair; I took it as a badge of honor that I didn’t let being afraid stop me from doing something. In fact, it provided an extra impetus.
I’ve also discovered that when you refuse to give in to fear over so many years, then you stop having to make the gesture of refusing, because you stop being fearful. The trick is to remain careful and cautious without that fear as a motivation.
But I’ve never gone into the ocean, and I’m never going to. That has remained a riptide too far.
“You going in?” Dani asks.
“Not in this lifetime.” She knows my feeling about this, but was just checking to see if I’d bite the bullet.
“What about Simon?”
“He and I have discussed it, and he shares my views on the matter.”
She holds up a tennis ball, one of a half dozen that we’ve brought along. “Should I try?”
I nod. “Fine with me. But you’re wasting your time. Simon and I are land animals.”
Dani rears back and throws the ball into the water, getting it maybe thirty yards in. As she does, she yells, “Go get it, Simon.”
And he does.
He plunges in like he’s been doing it all his life; all he’s missing is a surfboard. I have no idea how he does it, but within thirty seconds he’s got the tennis ball in his mouth and is heading back to us. He drops the ball at Dani’s feet, triumphant.
He looks so damn happy, and I’m glad of that. But my dominant feelings are relief that he has conquered the dreaded riptide, and guilt for having deprived him of this joy his whole life. Simon has suffered because of my reaction to something my mother said to me when I was four.
The sins of the father shall be visited upon the son.
“You learn something every day,” Dani says, handing me the ball.
I throw it in, not as far as Dani did because I’m being protective of Simon. Maybe the riptide was backing off the first time, trying to make him overconfident.
He dives back in, repeating the retrieval, and this time dropping the ball at my feet. He looks at me with a combination of eagerness for me to continue the game, and disdain at my personal wimpiness.
At least that’s my impression.
“Come on, let’s take a walk along the water,” Dani says.
“Okay.”
“You going to take off your sneakers?”
It hadn’t entered my mind, and I notice for the first time that Dani is barefoot. Simon is bare pawed, per usual.
“Do I have to?” I may not be the most free-spirited soul you could run into.
“Of course not; there are no sneaker police on the beach. But most people do. It feels good.”
“We’re walking in dirt. That feels good? I believe shoes and sneakers were originally invented to prevent people from having to walk in dirt.”
“It’s sand, Corey.”
“That is a distinction without a difference.” I think about it for a few moments, then, “Okay, what the hell.”
Private investigator Corey Douglas and his partners of the K Team take on a case of a murdered woman who Corey recognizes as a women he tried to help when he was a cop responding to a domestic violence call. He’s sure he knows who is responsible for the murder, but the investigation takes unexpected twists when he himself becomes the focus of the police and more bodies begin to drop. Corey and his girlfriend Dani might have to rely on his canine partner, Simon Garfunkle’s, instincts to stay ali...
Private investigator Corey Douglas and his partners of the K Team take on a case of a murdered woman who Corey recognizes as a women he tried to help when he was a cop responding to a domestic violence call. He’s sure he knows who is responsible for the murder, but the investigation takes unexpected twists when he himself becomes the focus of the police and more bodies begin to drop. Corey and his girlfriend Dani might have to rely on his canine partner, Simon Garfunkle’s, instincts to stay alive. An entertaining mystery with action and solid teamwork, both with Simon and the rest of the members (and honorary members) of the K Team.
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