The Wanted (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #17)

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The Wanted (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #17) by Robert Crais


Investigator Elvis Cole and his partner Joe Pike take on the deadliest case of their lives in the new masterpiece of suspense from #1 New York Times-bestselling author Robert Crais.

It seemed like a simple case—before the bodies started piling up...
When single-mother Devon Connor hires Elvis Cole, it’s because her troubled teenage son Tyson is flashing cash and she’s afraid he’s dealing drugs. But the truth is devastatingly different. With two others, he’s been responsible for a string of high-end burglaries, a crime spree that takes a deadly turn when one of them is murdered and Tyson and his girlfriend disappear.

They stole the wrong thing from the wrong man, and, determined to get it back, he has hired two men who are smart and brutal and the best at what they do.

To even the odds, Cole brings in his friend Joe Pike, but even the two of them together may be overmatched. The police don’t want them anywhere near the investigation, the teenagers refuse to be found, and the hired killers are leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. Pretty soon, they’ll find out everything they need to know to track the kids down—and then nothing that Elvis or Joe can do may make any difference. It might even get them killed.

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About the Author

About the Author

Robert Crais is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty novels, many of them featuring private investigator Elvis Cole and his laconic ex-cop partner, Joe Pike. Before writing his first novel, Crais spent several years writing scripts for such major television series as Hill Street Blues, Cagney & Lacey, Miami Vice, Quincy, Baretta, and L.A. Law. He received an Emmy nomination for his work on Hill Street Blues, and one of his standalone novels, Hostage, was made into a movie starring Bruce Willis. His novels have been translated into forty-two languages and are bestsellers around the world. A native of Louisiana, he lives in Los Angeles.


Los Angeles, California

Date of Birth:

June 20, 1953

Place of Birth:

Baton Rouge, Louisiana


B.S., Louisiana State University, 1976; Clarion Writers Workshop at Michigan State University
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Elvis Cole

James Tyson Connor walked out of his home on a chill fall morning, climbed into a twelve-year-old Volvo, and left for school an hour late. Tyson was a seventeen-year-old junior at an alternative school in the San Fernando Valley. He was thin, nervous, and cursed with soft features and gentle eyes that made him look like a freshman. Nothing about him suggested that Tyson was one of the most wanted felons in Los Angeles.

Tyson and his mother lived in a modest, one-story ranch house not far from his school. I was a block away, waiting for Tyson to leave. His mother had warned me he would be late. Tyson suffered from anxiety issues, and hated going to school. Two prior schools had expelled him for absenteeism and failing grades, so his mother enrolled him at the alternative school to keep him from dropping out. This was a decision she regretted.

His mother called as Tyson drove away.

“Mr. Cole? Are you here?”

“I’ve been here almost two hours, Ms. Connor. The sunrise was lovely.”

“He’s gone. You can come in now.”

Tyson’s mother worked as an office manager for a law firm in Encino. She appeared neat, trim, and ready for work when she opened the door, but carried herself with so much tension she might have been wrapped with duct tape.

I walked up the drive, and offered my hand.

“Elvis Cole.”

“Devon Connor. Thanks so much for coming, Mr. Cole. I’m sorry he took so long.”

I stepped into her living room, and watched her lock the door. The house smelled of pancakes and fish, and something I didn’t place. A glowing aquarium bubbled beside a couch.

“The new school doesn’t mind, him being so late?”

“With what they charge, they should send a limo.”

She stopped herself, and closed her eyes.

“Sorry. I sound like a bitch.”

“He’s your son. You’re worried.”

“Beyond worried. I moved mountains to get him into this school, and now I feel like I’ve fed him to animals.”

Devon had found money and valuables in Tyson’s room. She believed her son had gotten involved with drug dealers and gangsters, and wanted me to find out what he was doing. I wasn’t sure I wanted the job.

I tried to sound reassuring.

“It probably isn’t as bad as you think, Ms. Connor. These things usually aren’t.”

She studied me like I was stupid, and abruptly turned away.

“Follow me. I’ll show you how bad.”

Tyson’s bedroom was small, and looked like a typical middle-class, teenage boy’s bedroom. A dresser sat opposite a walk-in closet, an ­unmade bed filled the corner, and his nightstand bristled with soda cans, chip bags, and crumbs. Special Forces operators with glowing green eyes watched us from a recruitment poster above the bed. A desk beneath his window was crowded with a desktop computer, a laptop, three monitors, and an impressive tangle of game controllers.

I said, “He must be a serious gamer.”

“He can’t sit still in school, but he can sit in front of these things for hours.”

She went to the desk, opened the middle side drawer, and took something from the back of it.

“This is how bad it is.”

She held out a watch with a bright white face, three dials, and three knobs on the rim. The distinctive Rolex crown was obvious.

“A Rolex?”

“A Rolex Cosmograph Daytona, made with eighteen-carat white gold. A watch like this sells for forty thousand dollars, new. Even used, they sell for more than twenty. He came home wearing it. I said, this is a Rolex, where’d you get a watch like this?”

Small nicks marred the rim and crystal, but the watch appeared otherwise perfect.

“What did he say?”

She rolled her eyes, and looked disgusted.

“A flea market, can you imagine? He says it’s a knockoff, but I don’t believe it. Does this look like a knockoff to you?”

She pushed the watch closer, so I took it. The body felt heavy and substantial. The hands showed the correct time, and the second hand swept the face with silent precision, but I wasn’t an expert.

“Could it be a gift, and he doesn’t want you to know?”

“Who would give him a gift like this?”

“His father? A grandparent?”

She frowned again, and gave me the ‘you’re stupid’ eyes.

“His father left before Tyson was born, and everyone else is dead. My son should not have this watch. He shouldn’t have anything this expensive, and we have to stop him before he gets himself killed or arrested.”


I tried to tone down the drama.

“Maybe we’re getting ahead of ourselves. If the watch is real, then he shouldn’t have it, but this is the kind of thing a kid might lift if he saw it at a friend’s house. You don’t need a detective if Tyson has sticky fingers.”

The reasonable detective offered a reasonable explanation, but she seemed disappointed.

“There’s so much more than the watch.”

She went to the closet, and reached inside.

“It started with shirts. He didn’t even bother to hide them, like with the watch.”

I said, “Shirts.”

She came out with a sleek black sport coat trimmed with velvet lapels.

“New shirts. Then new shoes turned up, and another new shirt, and this jacket, all from Barneys in Beverly Hills. We can’t afford Barneys.”

Her phone chirped with an incoming text. She checked the message, and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

“Sorry. The school. I text when he leaves, they text when he arrives. It’s how we keep track.”


I fingered the jacket. The fabric felt soft and creamy, like very fine wool. Expensive.

I glanced up, and found her watching me. Waiting.

“Did the clothes come from the same flea market?”

“No, this time a friend’s father runs the wardrobe department at a studio. They get so many free clothes, Tyson can have whatever he wants.”

I didn’t say anything. Devon went on without my prompting.

“I called Barneys. This jacket? Tyson bought it. The salesman remembered because Tyson paid cash. Three thousand dollars, and Tyson paid cash.”

She put the jacket back in the closet, and went to his bed.

“After I found out about Barneys, I searched his room.”

She slid a plastic storage container from under the bed. The container was filled with keyboards, Game Boy and Xbox gear, and action figures. She moved a keyboard, took out a box, and opened it. The box contained a thick roll of cash wrapped by a blue rubber band.

“Four thousand, two hundred dollars. I counted. The first time, he had twenty-three hundred dollars. I found over seven thousand dollars here once. The amount changes.”

I sat back and stared at her. Devon was describing an income stream.

“Did you ask him about the money?”

“If I ask, he’ll lie, just like he lied about the clothes and the watch. I want to know what he’s doing and who he’s doing it with before I confront him.”

“I can ask him.”

“If we ask, he’ll know I snoop, and he’ll still lie. Don’t detectives follow people? You could follow him and see what he does.”

“Following someone is expensive. Asking is cheaper.”

Her mouth pinched, and she glanced away. Worried.

“We should discuss your fee. I have a good job, but I’m not wealthy.”

“Okay. What would you like to know?”

“How much would it cost to follow him?”

“Two cars minimum, one op per car, ready to go twenty-four/seven. Call it three thousand a day.”


She wet her lips, and her eyes lost focus. She was trying to figure out how to come up with the money, and all her options were bad. I had met a hundred parents like Devon, and seen the same fearful confusion in their eyes. Like people who didn’t know how to swim, watching their children drown.

I changed the subject.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since the beginning of school.”

“And whatever he’s doing, you believe he’s doing it with students from school.”

Her eyes snapped into hard focus.

“Tyson’s never been in trouble. Tyson’s a sweetheart! He stayed home all the time, he never went out, he was afraid of everything, but then he started changing. He met a girl.”


“I was thrilled. Tyson doesn’t meet girls. Tyson’s afraid of girls.”

“Have you met her?”

“He wouldn’t tell me her name. He made friends with a boy named Alec. They go to the mall. I ask questions, but he’s evasive and vague, or makes up more lies. Tyson was never like this. He never used to go to the mall, and now he’s never home.”

Tyson sounded like any other teenage boy, except for the parts about money and watches.

“He met Alec at school?”

“I think so, but I checked the roster.”

She took a slim red booklet from Tyson’s desk. The cover was emblazoned with a soaring bird and the name of the school. Cal-Matrix Alternative Education. Where students soar.

“I didn’t find anyone named Alec or Alexander.”

We weren’t exactly drowning in clues.

I jiggled the watch. An authentic Rolex had serial and model numbers cut into the head behind the bracelet, or on the inner rim below the crystal. High-end fakes often had numbers, too, but fake numbers didn’t appear in the manufacturer’s records.

“Tell you what. I have a friend who knows watches. She can tell us if the watch is real. She might even be able to tell us who owns it.”

“You can’t take it. Tyson might notice.”

I told her about the numbers.

“I’ll take off the bracelet, and copy the numbers. The watch can stay.”

“You won’t have to follow him?”

“We’ll start small to keep the costs down, and see what develops. Sound good?”

Her face brightened, and split with a smile.


I thought about the money and the watch she’d found, and wondered if Tyson had hidden anything else.

“You searched his room, but what about his car?”

“Only twice. When the car’s home, he’s home.”

“If you have a spare key, I’d like it. I’ll check his car after I call in the watch.”

She started away for the key, then hesitated.

“I saw on your website, The Elvis Cole Detective Agency. The website says your work is confidential.”

“That’s right.”

“Meaning, when we find out what Tyson’s doing, you won’t tell the police?”

“It depends.”

“The website doesn’t say anything about depends.”

“If I find a human head in his trunk, I might feel the urge to report it.”

She smiled again, and turned away.

“No human heads, Mr. Cole. Not yet.”

I didn’t like the way she said ‘yet.’

Devon gave me the key and watched me copy the numbers. When the bracelet was back on the watch, she put the watch in the drawer, and we left the house together.

Devon Connor drove away first. She had a long drive in bad traffic ahead, and was already late for work. Alternative schools were expensive, and so were detectives.

I started my car, but I didn’t leave. I pictured the skinny kid with gentle eyes who looked like a freshman. I pictured him sneaking cash into his room, and hiding it under his bed. There were many ways he could have gotten the cash, but none of the ways were good.

Devon’s pleasant, middle-class street was peaceful. No one was trying to murder her, or Tyson, or me, but this was about to change.




Sherri Toyoda and her family owned a watch shop in Santa Monica. The Toyodas sold moderately priced timepieces almost anyone could afford, but their restoration of antique and vintage collectibles had made them legends. Photographs of Sherri’s parents with dignitaries, ­politicians, and movie stars covered the walls. Three U.S. presidents, eleven senators, and four Supreme Court justices were among their clients.

I checked the numbers from the watch, and called her.

“Guess who?”

“Yesterday’s bad news?”

Sherri and I used to date.

“I need help with a Rolex.”

“I’ll help if I can, but we’re not an authorized dealer.”

“I’m not shopping. This is a specific Cosmograph Daytona.”

“Sweet! If you can afford a Cosmo, I might date you again.”

Everyone thinks they’re a riot.

“I need to know if it’s genuine.”

“Bring it in. I can tell if it’s real in five seconds.”

“I don’t have the watch. I have the serial and model numbers.”

“Do you have the chronometer certification that came with it?”

“If I knew what a chronometer certification was, the answer would be no. All I have are the numbers.”

She was silent for a moment.

“Okay, listen. I can check your numbers with a friend at the corporate office. If your numbers match his numbers, the watch is authentic.”


“Not so great if it’s stolen. He’ll want to know how I have the numbers, and why I’m asking. Is it?”

“Could be. How would he know?”

“Dude. You buy a watch like this, you’re walking around with twenty or thirty thousand dollars on your wrist. Guess what?”

“They get stolen.”

“Or lost, so the company keeps a list of AWOL watches for their clients. If you lose your watch, you give them the numbers. If your watch turns up, they know you’re the rightful owner, and give you a shout.”

“Meaning, you could find out who owns it?”

“Not necessarily. People sell watches. They give them as gifts. The company doesn’t know.”


“Are you trying to find the owner?”


She thought some more.

“I still might be able to help. Stores activate the warranty when someone buys a watch like this. The original buyer might be in the warranty files. Want me to check?”

“You’re the best, Sherri. Thanks.”

I read off the numbers, and lowered my phone, but I still didn’t leave. Devon had searched Tyson’s room, but she was his mom, and almost certainly missed something. I was a trained professional, and knew where to look. Or maybe I’d get lucky.

I turned off my car, and walked up Devon’s drive for the second time that morning. The side gate squealed, I passed Tyson’s window, and let myself in through the kitchen.

The Connor residence held three bedrooms and two baths. Tyson probably wouldn’t hide something in his mother’s bedroom or bath, so I skipped them, and started in Tyson’s bathroom.

Green streaks of toothpaste highlighted the sink, and the counter was forested with deodorant, mouthwash, zit cream, and all the usual bathroom items. A frazzled toothbrush and disposable razor stood sentry in a plastic X-Men cup. Tyson’s medications were lined up beneath the mirror. The scripts bore Tyson’s name, and were written for medicines commonly used to treat depression, anxiety, and attention deficit disorder. I found nothing out of the ordinary in the cabinets, behind the towels, or in the toilet tank.

The third bedroom was set up as an office, but Devon used it as a catch-all room. Mirrored sliders filled a wall opposite a desk, a file cabinet, and a bookcase jammed with law books, paperback thrillers, and titles like The Unhappy Child, Coping with Fear, and The Single Mother’s Rule Book. Cardboard boxes of Christmas decorations were stacked on a treadmill between the desk and a window, and the desk was heavy with bills, unread magazines, and a file devoted to Tyson’s school. The file contained promotional brochures, articles, and another copy of the roster. I took a brochure and the roster, and moved on to Tyson’s room.

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Editorial Reviews

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In bestseller Crais’s taut 17th thriller to feature L.A. PI Elvis Cole and his cryptic sidekick, Joe Pike (after 2015’s The Promise), frantic mom Devin Connor hires Elvis to find out why her teenage son, Tyson, has a mountain of expensive clothing, cash, and a $40,000 Rolex hidden in his bedroom. It turns out that Tyson is part of a trio that has robbed 18 homes. But before Tyson can agree to surrender himself, co-robber Alec turns up dead—a victim of Harvey and Stemms, two eccentric hit men. They know the kids have stolen a laptop coded with valuable information and will joyfully kill to recover it. Panicked, Tyson goes off the grid with his girlfriend and fellow thief, Amber. Now Elvis, aided by the implacable Pike, must find the teens before Harvey and Stemms do. The empathic Elvis takes center stage, with just enough hard-boiled Pike to season the mayhem. The plot isn’t Crais’s most inventive, but it’s still expertly crafted. Agent: Aaron Priest, Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency. (Dec.)

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“The Wanted” by Robert Crais is number seventeen in his “Elvis Col ...
“The Wanted” by Robert Crais is number seventeen in his “Elvis Cole” series. Even though Elvis and Joe continue from previous books, new readers can jump right into this book without any problem. Devon Connor hires private investigator Elvis Cole to find out how her “troubled” son is getting so much cash and expensive clothes. She fears drug trafficking, but the truth is much worse. The investigation drags everyone, Cole, Pike, the mom, the son, and his friends, into a pit of trickery, peril, and murder. Several points of view drive the action. Readers follow Cole’s first person narrative as he tries to separate fact from fiction. Third person descriptions follow other players they play a deadly game of hide-and-seek. The body count rises, and the answers seem out of reach. Every shift in the narrative brings to light new information, more clues, and increasing problems. The structure is fast-paced, and serious. As a result, Cole is all business with only a hint of his usual sarcastic, funny self. Of course, the yoga, the food, the Corvette, and the cat are still there, but in less conspicuous roles. Pike is, well, Pike, what little there is of him. The plot is multifaceted, and Los Angeles, itself, plays a part as the frantic search takes readers through various suburbs and into downtown clubs and offices. The supporting characters make this a compelling novel. The normal lives of teenagers (clueless, publicity-obsessed), parents (both good and questionable), and the computer nerd (socially inept), deteriorate into chaos, as brutal hit men close in. The clock ticks; everything becomes more frantic, and yes, it ends with a HUGE bombshell. I liked the book, but would have liked more of Cole’s usual funny and charming side. However, this complex plot just did not have much time for hilarity. Crais includes some hints of what might be to come by including with an interesting relationship along the way and a visit from a character from the past. (No, I will not spoil it) I received a copy of “The Wanted” from Robert Crais, G P Putnam’s Sons, and NetGalley in exchange for my impartial review. I enjoyed the book and recommend it to both new readers and Elvis Cole fans
- 3no7
January 2, 2018
Wow, what a great story. Robert Crais is certainly one of my favou ...
Wow, what a great story. Robert Crais is certainly one of my favourite Authors, and I’m glad I came across his Elvis Cole series back in the early 90’s. Joe Pike and Elvis Cole are such great characters, and they work so well together. I loved the way this plot was put together, and the way Elvis moves through with the investigation, along with his quick wit and dry humor. It’s definitely entertaining, and well worth the 5/5 Star rating. Elvis Cole is pretty certain that 17 year old Tyson is probably doing something illegal, with all the money stashed inside his bedroom. After all there aren’t too many teenagers around with thousands in cash hidden away that aren’t legitimately working, or their parents are filthy rich. Tyson’s mum, Devon Connor knew her son had issues, but she really had no idea what he was up to when he wasn’t home, especially not breaking into people’s homes. It’s unfortunate for Tyson and his two friends that they picked the wrong house to break into, and take something that the owner will do anything to get back. The three of them are quite oblivious to how much their lives are in danger, and it’s up to Elvis and Pike to try and keep them alive. From start to finish, this is a fabulous story. Do yourself a favour and read this book, it really is that good.
- ToddSimpson
December 27, 2017
From the publisher: A worried mother, Devon Connor, contacts Priv ...
From the publisher: A worried mother, Devon Connor, contacts Private Investigator Elvis Cole because her teenage son, Tyson, has gotten himself into deep trouble. Along with two young friends, Tyson has burglarized more than a dozen homes in wealthy Los Angeles neighborhoods. Unfortunately, the young men have inadvertently stolen something that could incriminate a very rich and powerful person, who has no qualms resorting to murder to get it back. Two smart and skilled professional hitmen are already on Tyson’s trail, brutally murdering a string of witnesses. In need of some formidable backup, Cole calls on his longtime friend and partner Joe Pike, a tight-lipped and hugely effective former Marine and cop. Distrustful of the police, Cole and Pike take bold and courageous steps as they try to protect Tyson and his friends, neutralize the killers, and snare the assassins’ ruthless boss. But in a case so volatile and toxic, roiling with powerful teenage and parental emotions, violent death is always a distinct possibility. In this, the 17th Elvis Cole/Joe Pike novel, the expected terrific writing and wonderfully-drawn characters are front and center. On page 1 of The Prologue, we are introduced to two men only ever referred to as Harvey and Stemms [the latter pretty much addicted to Adderall]. Page one of Part I (headed “Rich People”) is in the first person voice of Elvis Cole, who has been hired to find out what is behind her 17-year-old son’s recent activities. (p.o.v. pretty much alternates in chapters primarily between Harvey and Stemms, whose part in this is not immediately clear, that of Elvis Cole and soon Joe Pike, and, about half-way through the book, from Tyson himself. Tyson hates school, has been expelled from two of them for absentee-ism and failing grades, and is apparently “one of the most wanted felons in LA.” His mother had found money and valuables in his room, and believes that he had gotten involved with drug dealers and gangsters. Cole is reluctant to take on the job, but when Devon Connor shows him the Rolex watch she found among the ‘valuables,’ he agrees to investigate. It appears that there have been at least 17 burglaries, committed by one female and two males, whose DNA and prints the cops have, but not their IDs. I very much liked the distinction drawn by the author between the areas of LA drawn here, one of which is described as “more Ross Macdonald than Raymond Chandler,” presenting a clear picture to most readers of Mr. Crais’ novels, I believe. I also dearly loved the author’s insight into Cole and Pike’s relationship and something of Pike’s character when, needing to make Pike aware of something he had just discovered in his investigation, Cole calls him: “Pike had been awake for almost sixty hours, but he answered on the first ring. All Pike, all the time.” And this novel is all Crais, all the time; what more could a mystery lover ask for? Recommended.
- gloriafeit
December 27, 2017
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