National Bestselling Author Alan Jacobson

The Hunted: Photo Gallery

I thought it would be fun for my readers to see some of the locations mentioned in my novels; I took these photos when I was on location doing research. Corresponding excerpts from each novel accompany the pictures.

Tower Bridge

Excerpt from False Accusations:
It was after eight and everyone in his office had gone home hours ago. Hellman gathered his papers and was preparing to leave when he paused to gaze out the large picture window behind his desk. Eighteen floors below, flickering street lights mimicked the city's pulse. Off in the distance, the Tower bridge was bathed in a splash of orange-yellow radiance from the large flood lamps mounted along the banks of the Sacramento River. Against the black sky, the span looked like a showcased painting in a museum.
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4th Street Grille

 Excerpt from False Accusations:
The Fifth Street Cafe was a small, yet atmospheric storefront restaurant located in the heart of downtown. Small tables were crammed in against one another-"a cozy setting" was the way one Sacramento Bee food critic described the layout. The menu was displayed in green fluorescent writing on a lighted board above the bar for everyone to see. For those nearsighted customers who had forgotten their glasses, a one-sheet typewritten menu was supplied.
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Phillip Madison's Mercedes

 Excerpt from False Accusations:
The dark blue car snaked around the curve, its headlights slicing like razors through the dead air. It slithered through the neighborhood, hunting for food, sniffing out its prey. With one punch, the large engine muscled up from thirty-five to sixty in less than three seconds, its hunger for speed ravenous...
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Against the wall was a large, midnight blue Mercedes S600. "Don't touch anything," Officer Seavers said as they swarmed over the car.
 
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The Department of Justice Crime Lab

 Excerpt from False Accusations:
Chandler arrived at the Division of Law Enforcement exactly thirty minutes later. Located on Broadway near downtown Sacramento, the large, recently constructed two-story red brick structure that housed several agencies and employed 2,500 people was quite imposing. He drove into the large parking lot behind the building off 50th Street and proceeded to the security gate at the back entrance.  (Author's note: since the writing of False Accusations, the DOJ building was repainted white.)
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Jeffrey Hellman's building

Excerpt from False Accusations:
When Hannah Hellman died of ovarian cancer three years ago, she left behind a few snapshots, five minutes of videotape a friend had once recorded at a party, and the memories of decorating the law office. Since they had only begun to re-decorate their house, the office decor was the only substantive daily reminder of her personality, of the evenings spent collaborating on a theme that would become her living legacy. Although the firm's partners had more than once brought up the logical idea of moving into larger quarters in the Welles Tower across the street, he had put them off each time. He could not abandon Hannah. There was something special about feeling her presence every morning of every day.