Oblivion: A Novel - Hardcover

Abrahams, Peter

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0060726571 ISBN 13: 9780060726577

Publisher: William Morrow, 2005

Synopsis

What determines your identity? Is it the clothes you wear? The way other people treat you? The stories, anecdotes and experiences you have stored in your memory? When Nick Petrov wakes up in a hospital room, his clothes are two sizes too big. Everyone treats him like a victim. And he can't remember how he got there in the first place.

Nick Petrov is a brilliant private investigator with a reputation for bringing missing children safely home. Launched to tabloid stardom when he apprehended a brutal serial killer named Gerald Reasoner, Petrov has become something of a celebrity. When a woman approaches him, begging him to use his unique gifts to find her missing daughter, Petrov's instincts sound an alarm. He senses that she's concealing something. But is she lying to get Petrov's help or to set him up? Three days later, just as he has amassed all the answers he needs to close the case, they are swept away into oblivion.

Petrov awakes in a hospital bed, his memory of the past two weeks a complete blank, his personality altered. He is tempted to just put the trauma behind him and move on with his life, but there are too many things holding him back. When he returns home, he discovers a photograph full of strangers. In his office is a greeting card with a cryptic message inside, both the receiver and the sender completely unknown. His bank account has been augmented by a $450 check from a woman he can't remember. All of it points to a case he cannot recall.

Digging for answers when he doesn't even know the questions, Petrov begins to fear he is searching for the most elusive quarry he has ever hunted: himself. Uncomfortable truths about his past rise up from this haunting investigation, truths that force him to reinterpret the events of the notorious Reasoner case from years before. But the closer Petrov comes to solving the mystery, the more likely it seems that the monster he's looking for is staring back at him in the mirror.

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About the Author

Peter Abrahams is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-five books, including the Edgar Award-winning Reality Check, Bullet Point, and the Echo Falls series for middle graders. Writing as Spencer Quinn, he is also the author of the Chet and Bernie series—Dog on It, Thereby Hangs a Tail, and To Fetch a Thief. He and his wife live in Massachusetts with their dog, Audrey.

From the Back Cover

What determines your identity? Is it the clothes you wear? The way other people treat you? The stories, anecdotes and experiences you have stored in your memory? When Nick Petrov wakes up in a hospital room, his clothes are two sizes too big. Everyone treats him like a victim. And he can't remember how he got there in the first place.

Nick Petrov is a brilliant private investigator with a reputation for bringing missing children safely home. Launched to tabloid stardom when he apprehended a brutal serial killer named Gerald Reasoner, Petrov has become something of a celebrity. When a woman approaches him, begging him to use his unique gifts to find her missing daughter, Petrov's instincts sound an alarm. He senses that she's concealing something. But is she lying to get Petrov's help or to set him up? Three days later, just as he has amassed all the answers he needs to close the case, they are swept away into oblivion.

Petrov awakes in a hospital bed, his memory of the past two weeks a complete blank, his personality altered. He is tempted to just put the trauma behind him and move on with his life, but there are too many things holding him back. When he returns home, he discovers a photograph full of strangers. In his office is a greeting card with a cryptic message inside, both the receiver and the sender completely unknown. His bank account has been augmented by a $450 check from a woman he can't remember. All of it points to a case he cannot recall.

Digging for answers when he doesn't even know the questions, Petrov begins to fear he is searching for the most elusive quarry he has ever hunted: himself. Uncomfortable truths about his past rise up from this haunting investigation, truths that force him to reinterpret the events of the notorious Reasoner case from years before. But the closer Petrov comes to solving the mystery, the more likely it seems that the monster he's looking for is staring back at him in the mirror.

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Oblivion

By Abrahams, Peter

William Morrow & Company

ISBN: 0060726571

Chapter One

Nick Petrov, in the witness box, waited for the next question. The lawyer for the accused looked up from his yellow pad and fastened his skeptical gaze -- familiar to millions of cable talk show viewers -- on Petrov's face. The lawyer had eyebrows like Einstein's, resembled him in general, Petrov thought, but with a better haircut. Perfume from the previous witness still hung in the air.

"Been quite the career," said the lawyer, "hasn't it, Mr. Petrov? So far."

A better haircut and a meaner disposition. "That's not for me to say," Petrov said. He'd been on the stand for twenty-eight minutes, long enough to have formed the opinion that there was only one juror to worry about -- the middle-aged woman in the back row, a lapis butterfly brooch on her lapel. The eleven other faces said guilty in the first degree, at least to him; but herface, soft, pretty, unadorned, had mercy written all over it. The defendant, Ty Canning, polishing his glasses on the end of his tie, had shown none.

"But it's what you think," said the lawyer. "That you're the sharpest tool in the shed."

"Is that a question?" Petrov said.

"Most definitely," said the lawyer.

"Do I have to answer it, Your Honor?"

"The witness will answer the question," said the judge.

"I'm more like a leaf blower," Petrov said.

Some people laughed; but not the butterfly woman.

"You think this is funny?" said the lawyer. Petrov remainedsilent, and the lawyer, perhaps slightly off-stride, didn't demandan answer. He flipped through the yellow pad in an irritatedway. Petrov, habitual noticer of little things, saw that his eyesweren't moving, meaning he wasn't actually reading. Was this adramatic pause or had he lost the thread? "Your Honor," thelawyer said, "I'd like the jury to hear that last question and answeragain." He'd lost the thread; the self-confident but inferioryounger brother who'd never arrived to disturb the Einsteinfamily dynamic. Petrov waited for an opening.

"Question," said the court reporter. "What did the defendantsay on the ride back from Mexico? Answer: He said, 'You gotme.' "

" 'You got me,' " said the lawyer, facing the jury. "Sounds definitive. Practically an admission of guilt." He spun around to Petrov. "But in your deposition of June eleven, you stated the defendant'swords were 'What makes you think it was me?' Not anadmission of guilt, more like the aggrieved response of an innocentman." He paused. "Now, remembering that you are underoath, which one of your answers should the jury believe?"Petrov felt the butterfly woman's gaze on his face, knew thatphrase -- the aggrieved response of an innocent man -- touchedsomething deep inside her. The jurors, wide awake now, leanedforward in anticipation. "Both," Petrov said.

"Both?" Those eyebrows, lively and articulate, rose in disbelief."Are you aware of what would happen to your license if youput yourself in the position of giving false testimony?"

"I am aware," Petrov said. He met the lawyer's gaze. "In thedeposition, I was asked only what the defendant's first wordswere -- 'What makes you think it was me?' It was after I explainedthe leads I'd followed that he made the second remark -- 'You got me.' There was also a third remark, just before Iturned him over."

Silence. The lawyer understood, the judge understood,everyone with the slightest knowledge of cross-examination tacticsunderstood that you never asked a question without knowingthe answer. But a trial had dramatic form, and that formnow demanded the question be asked.

The lawyer licked his lips. "Third remark?"

"The defendant also said, 'I enjoyed every minute of it.' "

Before the lawyer could respond, Ty Canning, a rich youngman whose manner had been impeccable throughout the trial,shouted, "The fuck I did," and pounded his fist on the table. A veinthrobbed in his neck and his face swelled and reddened, the effectphallic, out of control, dangerous: one of those electric courtroommoments that happened mostly in stories. The butterfly womanrecoiled. The judge banged her gavel. The marshals moved in.

There were no further questions. Petrov stepped down.One of the marshals gave him a discreet pat on the back on theway out.

The Santa Ana was blowing, hot and dry. Petrov loved theheat, possibly some reaction to his birthplace, eventhough he'd left Russia at the age of two and had no memoriesof it. But crossing the parking lot outside the county courthouse,Petrov found himself thinking of a cooling swim. Fridayafternoon, a few minutes after three. He'd been planning tospend the weekend at the lake -- why not leave now, arrive indaylight, maybe do a little fishing too? He had the car door openwhen a woman called, "Mr. Petrov?"

She was hurrying across the lot: midthirties, judging by herface, although her body looked ten years younger and herclothes—halter top and midthigh skirt -- belonged on a teenager.Her eyes were the anxious eyes of a prospective client.

"My name's Liza," she said. She came to a stop, rocking backslightly on her high heels. "Lisa, really, but Liza professionally.Liza Rummel. It's about Amanda."

"Who's she?"

Liza Rummel shook her head, a quick side-to-side, erasingand starting over. "I saw on Court TV you'd be testifying today.That's why I came down here."

"From where?"

"From where? Van Nuys. We've been living in Encino butnow we're in Van Nuys. Amanda liked the old place much better,come to think of it -- I wonder if that's a factor."

"In what?"

"Amanda's disappearance, Mr. Petrov, the reason I'm here.That's your specialty, right? Missing children?"

Continues...

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Edition details

• Publisher: William Morrow
• Publication date: 2005
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0060726571
• ISBN 13: 9780060726577
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 352