Editorial Reviews and Excerpts

What happens if, after being given up for adoption in
childhood, you reestablish contact with your
biological family
-- only to discover that your newfound brother is a killer?

Anne Bird, the sister of Scott Peterson, knows firsthand.

Soon after her birth in 1965, Anne was given up for adoption by her mother, Jackie Latham.
Welcomed into the well-adjusted Grady family, she lived a happy life. Then, in the late
1990s, she came back into contact with her mother, now Jackie Peterson, and her family --
including Jackie's son Scott Peterson and his wife, Laci. Anne was welcomed into the
family, and over the next several years she grew close to Scott and especially
Together they shared holidays, family reunions, and even a trip to Disneyland. Anne
and Laci became pregnant at roughly the same time, and the two became confidantes.

Then, on Christmas Eve 2002, Laci Peterson went missing -- and the happy faηade of
the Peterson family slowly began to crumble. Anne rushed to the family's aid, helping
in the search for Laci, even allowing Scott to stay in her home while police tried to
find his wife. Yet Scott's behavior grew increasingly bizarre during the search, and
Anne grew suspicious that her brother knew more than he was telling. Finally
she began keeping a list of his disturbing behavior. And by the time Laci's body --
and that of her unborn son, Conner -- were found, Anne was becoming convinced:
Her brother Scott Peterson had murdered his wife and unborn child in cold blood.

Filled with news-making revelations and intimate glimpses of Scott and
Laci, the Peterson family, and the investigation that followed the murder,
Blood Brother is a provocative account of how long-dormant family ties
dragged one woman into one of the most notorious crimes of our time.
"The next day our baby sitter came to help.
She is very attractive and when Scott saw
her he did a double-take. Suddenly he
was smiling and flirting. He was now a very
long way from the bereaved husband. He
looked like a charming young man without
a care in the world — a man on the make."
I came right out and asked him.
"I want to know about Amber," I said.

"She's nothing," he said. "It was just a
fling. Down and dirty. It meant nothing."

"I don't understand …"

"It happens, OK?" he said, cutting me off.
"People cheat. Don't act like people never
cheat. I mean, I remember one time on this
long flight — I took turns with two women in
two separate bathrooms. And another time
— there was this girl in San Luis Obispo.
It was just sex. Nothing else."

"Did Laci know?"

"Yes!" he said dismissively, turning
away to avoid my eyes. "And she
was extremely p----- off, OK?"
"If anybody calls and
asks you about Scott
and the baby sitter,
deny it," Jackie said.

"Excuse me?" I wasn't
sure I had heard her
correctly. But if I had, she
was asking me to lie.

"If anybody asks you —
anyone at all — deny it."

I hung up. That was it:
I was going to have to
separate myself from
Jackie. Blood is
thicker than water,
but there's a limit.

"We must blame Jackie, she started the family of Lies."

Jackie called me right after Amber's
testimony, enraged.  "There's no evidence
against Scott. Police have nothing."

I didn't want to upset her, but I couldn't control
myself. "What about all those lies?" I asked
cautiously. "About the
Eiffel Tower
and Normandy and all that?"

"Well, he's been all those places!"
Jackie snapped.

Wow. She was in complete denial.

SCOTT with
In her book, Bird seemed puzzled by her mother's
thinly veiled dislike for Scott Peterson's bubbly wife.

Bird churned out vignettes in proof: Jackie Peterson
critiquing her daughter-in-law's thank-you cards,
nastily objecting to Laci Peterson's wish to name
her son Logan, and turning her nose up at her
daughter-in-law's hometown — Modesto.

"I was beginning to understand why Jackie
so critical of Laci," Bird wrote. "No one
was good enough for her golden boy."

After news of Scott's affair with Amber Frey,
Laci's Family made
statements to the press.
Finally it was Sharon Rocha's turn.  I was
crying long before she finished, and I was
still crying long after she was done.
The next day it was Amber's turn to speak.
The hits kept coming.My cell phone rang,
it was Jackie.  "Have you been watching
the news?" she asked. "Yes.", I replied.

"That Sharon Rocha, there's a word to
describe that woman.
She is evil. 
That's what she is,
evil.  She and her
friends and family are destroying my son.
How dare they stand and point the finger
at Scott?  Who do they think they are?
As for that
Amber Frey, what's the big deal?
So Scott slept with a Bimbo?  So what?"

Jackie said, "I told you. The police are idiots."

She was beginning to panic, to lash out at anyone who
didn't seem to be on her side, and I honestly can't say
I blamed her. This was her son they were talking about,
her little boy. This was one of the children she had kept.

Scott took the phone. "Would you mind if I crashed
there for a while? I promise I won't be in the way."

No, I didn't mind at all. He was my brother. I believed
in him. The family would get through this together.

Scott seemed more interested in his facial hair than
in the search for his wife. He turned his attention
back to the TV and began to shake his head.

"They're looking in the wrong places," he said.


"The police. Everyone."

He told me that he and Laci had often spent the night
at a bed-and-breakfast in Mendocino that looked
a lot like the main house in 'Murder, She Wrote.'

"One day Laci and I went for a walk and we ended
up in a part of town we'd never seen before. We
came across a small cemetery with an even
smaller cemetery just beyond. It was all
overgrown with weeds and the headstones were
really small so we assumed it was a pet cemetery.

"Laci and I climbed over the little broken fence and
started to read the headstones. We realized
that this wasn't a pet cemetery at all. It was a
children's cemetery. It was full of little children."

I was holding my breath. The way Scott was
telling the story, it seemed almost as if he
were in a trance. His voice was flat, hypnotic.

"Laci started crying," he said, continuing in the same
tone. "She was very upset. She wanted to fix up the
place. She wanted to clear out the brush and plant
beautiful flowers and make it nice for the children."


Bird's 214-page tale also has her brother frolicking
in a gay bar with some of Bird's friends, then acting
downcast when homosexuals didn't find him attractive.

"Some friends took Scott to a gay bar and
Scott drank too much and made a fool of
himself. That was the report I got, that he'd
been loud and boisterous and eager for attention.

When Scott crawled out of bed the following
morning, nursing a hangover, he told me the
night was a bust. "No one hit on me," he said.

I laughed. I thought he was kidding around. But he
hadn't been kidding around. When I spoke to another
relative later, she confirmed it. "Scott was pretty
bummed," she said. "He thought for sure everyone
would want to hit on a stud like him. But no one did."