title: The 8th Confession (Women's Murder Club)
author:  James Patterson 
description: Fans of Sex and the City ripoffs may best appreciate Patterson's eighth Women's Murder Club novel, his fifth coauthored with Patero (after 7th Heaven). Det. Lindsay Boxer, of the San Francisco police department, is searching for a killer who's knocking off the well-to-do without leaving any signs of violence on the bodies. The investigation is going nowhere until the department's repository of institutional memory recalls a series of unsolved killings from 1982, in which the unidentified perpetrator used a krait, a rare Indian snake, to poison the victims. Meanwhile, Boxer's gal pal, journalist Cindy Thomas, is pressing the police to devote resources to a low priority murder-that of a homeless man known as Bagman Jesus, whose real name is a mystery. The romance that develops between Thomas and Boxer's hunky partner, Det. Rich Conklin, includes a striking moment when Conklin, magician-like, slips "his hands into the flimsy fabric of her panties, making them disappear." <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text: Womans Murder Club 8 - The 8th Confession
  
  Womans Murder Club 8 - The 8th Confession
  Womans Murder Club 8 - The 8th Confession
  
  Womans Murder Club 8 - The 8th Confession
  
  Prologue
  BUS STOP
  
  Womans Murder Club 8 - The 8th Confession
  One
  THE OLD CHROME-YELLOW school bus crawled south on Market Street at half past seven that
  May morning. Its side and back windows were blacked out, and a hip-hop hit throbbed into the low-
  lying mist that floated like a silk veil between the sun and San Francisco.
  Got my ice
  Got my smoke
  Got my ride
  Ain’t got no hope
  Hold ya heads up high
  Don’t know when
  Ya gonna die….
  The traffic light changed to yellow at the intersection of Fourth and Market. The stop-sign arm at
  the driver’s side of the school bus swung out, the four-way hazard lights burned amber, and the
  vehicle came to a halt.
  To the right of the bus was a shopping mall, a huge one: Bloomingdale’s, Nordstrom, the windows
  papered with large Abercrombie posters of provocative half- naked teens in black