From Publishers Weekly
Crais's latest L.A.-based crime novel featuring super-sleuth Elvis Cole blends high-powered action, a commanding cast and a touch of dark humor to excellent dramatic effect. One morning at four, Cole gets a call from the LAPD informing him that a murdered John Doe has claimed, with his dying breath, to be Cole's father, a man Cole has never met. Cole immediately gets to work gathering evidence on the dead man - Herbert Faustina, aka George Reinnike - while cramping the style of the assigned detective, Jeff Pardy. Though Cole finds Reinnike's motel room key at the crime scene, the puzzle pieces are tough to put together, even with the unfailing help of partner Joe Pike and feisty ex-Bomb Squad techie Carol Starkey, who's so smitten with Cole that she can't think of him without smiling. Days of smart sleuthing work take the self-proclaimed "World's Greatest Detective" from a Venice Beach escort service to the California desert, then a hospital in San Diego, where doubts about Reinnike's true heritage begin to dissipate. Meanwhile, a delusional psychopath named Frederick Conrad, who is convinced that his partner in crime was killed by Cole, stalks and schemes to even the score. There's lots to digest, but this character-driven series continues to be strong in plot, action and pacing, and Crais (The Last Detective) boasts a distinctive knack for a sucker-punch element of surprise. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.


From Bookmarks Magazine
The 10th Elvis Cole novel earns well above average praise from most critics. In the series’ latest, Crais develops one of his most complex characters yet by expanding on the detective’s painful childhood. But The Forgotten Man does have flaws, especially in comparison to the earlier, and stronger, Cole novels. “All the elements are present to make another thrilling Crais mystery,” writes the Chicago Sun-Times, “but the spark ... is missing.” In other words, longtime fans will appreciate this quick-paced and gritty mystery thriller, but newcomers should stick to previous Cole installments.Copyright © 2004 Phillips & Nelson Media, Inc.


From Booklist
When an apparently homeless man is found shot in an alley, the first officer on the scene tells private investigator Elvis Cole that the dying man claimed to be Cole's father. Cole has never known the identity of his father. His mother was mentally unstable and would often go missing for extended periods. Cole was conceived during such a disappearance, and the only clue his mother gave him was the cryptic comment that his father was a "human cannonball" in a circus. Long obsessed with finding his father, Cole backtracks through the years to learn the dead man's true identity. As he searches, Cole is unaware that he is the target of an associate of the dead man. Crais' Cole mysteries are infinitely superior to his stand-alone thrillers. The snappy, Spenser-like dialogue and the bursts of violence notwithstanding, the series is most memorable for its intense, character-driven studies of people searching for context and purpose in their lives. Cole's career as a detective stems directly from his childhood attempts to find his father, and his sidekick, Joe Pike, measures himself through a self-defined process of readiness. Very few thrillers leave readers with teary vision, pondering such profundities as acceptance and forgiveness. This is one of the few. A deeply moving, heartfelt mystery. Wes Lukowsky
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From the Inside Flap
In his major New York Times bestseller, The Last Detective, Robert Crais returned to his signature characters, private investigator Elvis Cole and his enigmatic partner, Joe Pike. Now Crais delivers a stunning, edge-of-your-seat suspense novel that leads Elvis to the very thing he’s always searched for— the dark secrets of his own life—as well as a brutal killer determined to stop him.

Los Angeles, 3:58 a.m.: Elvis Cole receives the phone call he’s been waiting for since childhood. Responding to a gunshot, the LAPD has found an injured man in an alleyway. He has told the officer on the scene that he is looking for his son, Elvis Cole. Minutes later, the man is dead.

Haunted throughout his life by a lack of knowledge about his father, Elvis turns to the one person who can help him navigate the minefield of his past— his longtime partner and confidant, Joe Pike. Together with hard-edged LAPD detective, Carol Starkey, they launch a feverish search for the dead man’s identity—even as Elvis struggles between wanting to believe he’s found his father at last and allowing his suspicions to hold him back. With each long-buried clue they unearth, a frightening picture begins to emerge about who the dead man might have been and the terrible secret he’s been guarding.

At the same time, Elvis has no way of knowing he has awakened a sleeping monster. The further he goes in his investigation, the closer he draws to a merciless killer who is violently connected to the unidentified man’s past. This psychopath believes Cole is hunting him, and he goes on the attack to find Elvis before Elvis can find him.

Summoning all the powerful elements that have made Robert Crais one of the preeminent crime writers today, The Forgotten Man is a spectacular tour-de-force of suspense and intrigue.


About the Author

Robert Crais is the bestselling author of The Last Detective, Hostage, Demolition Angel, and L.A. Requiem, as well as seven previous novels featuring Elvis Cole. For additional information about the author and his novels, visit www.robertcrais.com.


Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
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They called me to view the body on a wet spring morning when darkness webbed my house. Some nights are like that; more now than before. Picture the World’s Greatest Detective, reluctant subject of sidebar articles in the Los Angeles Times and Los Angeles magazine, stretched on his couch in a redwood A-frame overlooking the city, not really sleeping at 3:58 A.M. when the phone rang. I thought it was a reporter, but answered anyway.

“Hello.”

“This is Detective Kelly Diaz with LAPD. I apologize about the time, but I’m trying to reach Elvis Cole.”

Her voice was coarse, reflecting the early hour. I pushed into a sitting position and cleared my throat. Police who call before sunrise have nothing to offer but bad news.

“How’d you get my number?”

I had changed my home number when the news stories broke, but reporters and cranks still called.

“One of the criminalists had it or got it, I’m not sure. Either way, I’m sorry for calling like this, but we have a homicide. We have reason to believe you know the deceased.”

Something sharp stabbed behind my eyes, and I swung my feet to the floor.

“Who is it?”

“We’d like you to come down here, see for yourself. We’re downtown near Twelfth and Hill Street. I can send a radio car if that would help.”

The house was dark. Sliding glass doors opened to a deck that jutted like a diving platform over the canyon behind my house. The lights on the opposite ridge were murky with the low clouds and mist. I cleared my throat again.

“Is it Joe Pike?”

“Pike’s your partner, right? The ex-cop with the sunglasses?”

“Yes. He has arrows tattooed on the outside of his delts. They’re red.”

She covered the phone, but I heard muffled voices. She was asking. My chest filled with a growing pressure, and I didn’t like that she had to ask because asking meant maybe it was.

“Is it Pike?”

“No, this isn’t Pike. This man has tattoos, but not like that. I’m sorry if I scared you that way. Listen, we can send a car.”

I closed my eyes, letting the pressure fade.

“I don’t know anything about it. What makes you think I know?”

“The victim said some things before he died. Come down and take a look. I’ll send a car.”

“Am I a suspect?”

“Nothing like that. We just want to see if you can help with the ID.”

“What was your name?”

“Diaz–”

“Okay, Diaz–it’s four in the morning, I haven’t slept in two months, and I’m not in the mood. If you think I know this guy, then you think I’m a suspect. Everyone who knows a homicide victim is a suspect until they’re cleared, so just tell me who you got and ask whatever it is you want to ask.”

“What it is, we have a deceased Anglo male we believe to be the victim of a robbery. They got his wallet, so I can’t give you a name. We’re hoping you can help with that part. Here, listen–”

“Why do you think I know him?”

She plowed on with the description as if I hadn’t spoken.

“Anglo male, dyed black hair thin on top, brown eyes, approximately seventy years but he could be older, I guess, and he has crucifix tattoos on both palms.”

“Why do you think I know him?”

“He has more tats of a religious nature on his arms–Jesus, the Virgin, things like that. None of this sounds familiar?”

“I don’t have any idea who you’re talking about.”

“What we have is a deceased male as I’ve described, one gunshot to the chest. By his appearance and location, he appears indigent, but we’re working on that. I’m the officer who found him. He was still conscious at that time and said things that suggested you would recognize his description.”

“I don’t.”

“Look, Cole, I’m not trying to be difficult. It would be better if–”

“What did he say?”

Diaz didn’t answer right away.

“He told me he was your father.”

I sat without moving in my dark house. I had started that night in bed, but ended on the couch, hoping the steady patter of rain would quiet my heart, but sleep had not come.

“Just like that, he told you he was my father.”

“I tried to get a statement, but all he said was something about you being his son, and then he passed. You’re the same Elvis Cole they wrote the stories about, aren’t you? In the Times?”

“Yes.”

“He had the clippings. I figured you would recognize the tats if you knew him, me thinking he was your father, but it sounds like you don’t.”

My voice came out hoarse, and the catch embarrassed me.

“I never met my father. I don’t know anything about him, and as far as I know he doesn’t know me.”

“We want you to come take a look, Mr. Cole. We have a few questions.”

“I thought I wasn’t a suspect.”

“At this time, you aren’t, but we still have the questions. We sent a radio car. It should be pulling up just about now.”

Approaching headlights brightened my kitchen as she said it. I heard the car roll to a slow stop outside my house, and more light filled my front entry. They had radioed their status, and someone with Diaz had signaled their arrival.

“Okay, Diaz, tell them to shut their lights. No point in waking the neighbors.”

“The car is a courtesy, Mr. Cole. In case you were unable to drive after you saw him.”

“Sure. That’s why you kept offering the car like it was my choice even though it was already coming.”

“It’s still your choice. If you want to take your own car you can follow them. We just have a few questions.”

The glow outside vanished, and once more my home was in darkness.

“Okay, Diaz, I’m coming. Tell them to take it easy out there. I have to get dressed.

“Not a problem. We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

I put down the phone but still did not move. I had not moved in hours. Outside, a light rain fell as quietly as a whisper. I must have been waiting for Diaz to call. Why else would I have been awake that night and all the other nights except to wait like a lost child in the woods, a forgotten child waiting to be found?

After a while I dressed, then followed the radio car to see the dead.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

"Los Angeles, 3:58 A.M.: Elvis Cole receives the phone call he's been waiting for since childhood. Responding to a gunshot, the LAPD has found an injured man in an alleyway. He has told the officer on the scene that he is looking for his son, Elvis Cole. Minutes later, the man is dead." "Haunted throughout his life by a lack of knowledge about his father, Elvis turns to the one person who can help him navigate the minefield of his past - his longtime partner and confidant, Joe Pike. Together with hard-edged LAPD detective Carol Starkey (who is harboring her own growing feelings for Cole), they launch a feverish search for the dead man's identity. Elvis, meanwhile, struggles between wanting to believe he's found his father at last and allowing his suspicions to hold him back. With each long-buried clue they unearth, a frightening picture begins to emerge about who the dead man might have been - and the terrible secret he's been guarding." At the same time, Elvis has no way of knowing he has awakened a sleeping monster. The further he goes in his investigation, the closer he draws to a merciless killer who is violently connected to the unidentified man's past. This psychopath believes Cole is hunting him, and he goes on the attack to find Elvis before Elvis can find him.

SYNOPSIS

In his major New York Times bestseller, THE LAST DETECTIVE, Robert Crais returned to his signature characters, private investigator Elvis Cole and his enigmatic partner, Joe Pike. Now Crais delivers a stunning, edge-of-your-seat suspense novel that leads Elvis to the very thing he’s always searched for— the dark secrets of his own life. . . as well as a brutal killer determined to stop him.

Los Angeles, 3:58 a.m.: Elvis Cole receives the phone call he’s been waiting for since childhood. Responding to a gunshot, the LAPD has found an injured man in an alleyway. He has told the officer on the scene that he is looking for his son, Elvis Cole. Minutes later, the man is dead.

Haunted throughout his life by a lack of knowledge about his father, Elvis turns to the one person who can help him navigate the minefield of his past— his longtime partner and confidant, Joe Pike. Together with hard-edged LAPD detective, Carol Starkey, they launch a feverish search for the dead man’s identity—even as Elvis struggles between wanting to believe he’s found his father at last and allowing his suspicions to hold him back. With each long-buried clue they unearth, a frightening picture begins to emerge about who the dead man might have been and the terrible secret he’s been guarding.

At the same time, Elvis has no way of knowing he has awakened a sleeping monster. The further he goes in his investigation, the closer he draws to a merciless killer who is violently connected to the unidentified man’s past. This psychopath believes Cole is hunting him, and he goes on the attack to find Elvis before Elvis can findhim.

Summoning all the powerful elements that have made Robert Crais one of the preeminent crime writers today, THE FORGOTTEN MAN is a spectacular tour-de-force of suspense and intrigue.

FROM THE CRITICS

Richard Lipez - The Washington Post

The fiftyish Cole is a wonderfully sweet creation, with his sadness over his lost loves and his pleasure in his '66 yellow Corvette convertible, and Crais is just as serious and adept with his secondary characters … where character and texture and decent spiritedness in a noir world are concerned, he's one of the real pros.

Publishers Weekly

Crais's latest L.A.-based crime novel featuring super-sleuth Elvis Cole blends high-powered action, a commanding cast and a touch of dark humor to excellent dramatic effect. One morning at four, Cole gets a call from the LAPD informing him that a murdered John Doe has claimed, with his dying breath, to be Cole's father, a man Cole has never met. Cole immediately gets to work gathering evidence on the dead man-Herbert Faustina, aka George Reinnike-while cramping the style of the assigned detective, Jeff Pardy. Though Cole finds Reinnike's motel room key at the crime scene, the puzzle pieces are tough to put together, even with the unfailing help of partner Joe Pike and feisty ex-Bomb Squad techie Carol Starkey, who's so smitten with Cole that she can't think of him without smiling. Days of smart sleuthing work take the self-proclaimed "World's Greatest Detective" from a Venice Beach escort service to the California desert, then a hospital in San Diego, where doubts about Reinnike's true heritage begin to dissipate. Meanwhile, a delusional psychopath named Frederick Conrad, who is convinced that his partner in crime was killed by Cole, stalks and schemes to even the score. There's lots to digest, but this character-driven series continues to be strong in plot, action and pacing, and Crais (The Last Detective) boasts a distinctive knack for a sucker-punch element of surprise. Agent, Aaron Priest. (Feb. 15) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Library Journal

Private investigator Elvis Cole, recovering from his last case, faces new dangers from his past. From the author of Demolition Angel. Simultaneous with the Doubleday hardcover. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews