All Fall Down [NOOK Book]

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Men are dying unexpectedly in Charlotte, North Carolina— all victims of bizarre accidents. No one will call these deaths murder.

No one except small-town cop Melanie May. She sees the pattern: a serial killer targeting men who have slipped through the fingers of justice. Alone with her awful certainty, Melanie risks her career to convince Connor Parks, a troubled FBI profiler, that she’ s right.

Suddenly Melanie is in the limelight, lauded for...

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Overview


Men are dying unexpectedly in Charlotte, North Carolina— all victims of bizarre accidents. No one will call these deaths murder.

No one except small-town cop Melanie May. She sees the pattern: a serial killer targeting men who have slipped through the fingers of justice. Alone with her awful certainty, Melanie risks her career to convince Connor Parks, a troubled FBI profiler, that she’ s right.

Suddenly Melanie is in the limelight, lauded for uncovering the Dark Angel. But her involvement makes her a target. For as she and Connor study the victims, their deaths, the signature the murderer leaves at every scene, Melanie comes face-to-face with the terrible truth. The profile Connor’ s created fits someone in her own life...a profile of a cunning killer, one without remorse and bent on vengeance.

A killer who will not stop until... All Fall Down.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Melanie, Mia and Ashley are triplets dealing with the effects of an abusive childhood in Spindler's (Cause for Alarm) dark psychological thriller. Grown up and battling dysfunction, Mia's now married to a physically abusive doctor; Ashley has become a bitter man-hater; and Melanie is a divorced cop fighting for custody of her son. When a serial killer nicknamed the "Dark Angel" starts bumping off abusers who have gone unpunished by the legal system, Melanie begins her own investigation into the mysterious deaths. Most people, including world-famous FBI profiler Connor Parks, think the case is best left unsolved, but Mel is out to win the respect and cooperation of her peers, even if her findings take her too close to home for comfort. Although suspenseful, this hefty novel is diminished by sluggish plotting and uneven writing. (Mar.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459213272
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 6/20/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 52,078
  • File size: 541 KB

Meet the Author

Erica Spindler


Catching a summer cold changed Erica Spindler's life forever.

Up until that fateful malady, Erica planned on being an artist. She had studied for that profession, earning both a BFA and MFA in the visual arts. Then in June of 1982, she stopped at a local drugstore to pick up cold tablets and tissues; the cashier dropped a free romance novel into her bag. She hadn't read a romance in years but once home, with nothing to do but sniffle and watch daytime TV, she picked that romance up—and was immediately hooked. For the next six months she read every romance she could get her hands on. Sometime during those months, she decided to try to write one herself.

The moment she put pen to paper, Erica knew she had found her true calling. Since that day, Erica has published more than twenty novels. Her titles have been published all over the world and Red was turned into both a wildly popular graphic novel and daytime drama in Japan. Critics have dubbed her stories as "thrill-packed, page turners, white knuckle rides, and edge-of-your-seat whodunits" and The Times Picayune praised 2003's In Silence, calling it "Creepy and compelling; a real page turner."

Erica is a USA TODAY, New York Times extended, Waldenbooks and amazon.com bestseller. In 2002, her novel Bone Cold won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for excellence. An RWA honor roll member, she received a Kiss of Death award for her novel Forbidden Fruit and is a three-time RITA award finalist. In 1999 Publishers Weekly awarded the audio version of her novel Shocking Pink a Listen-Up award, naming it one of the best audio mystery books of 1998. Praised by booksellers as "The best suspense novel I've ever read" and "A perfect 10 out of 10," Erica's 2004 release See Jane Die is the story of a woman who must face her darkest fears when her husband becomes the prime suspect in the brutal murders of two women.

Erica and her husband—a man she describes as funny, handsome and way too sassy—met in art school and have been together ever since. They have two sons, born nine and a half years apart. Erica makes her home in the New Orleans area, although she originally hailed from Illinois.

Erica came to her present home in much the same way she came to writing—fate intervened. She and her husband, then college students, traveled to New Orleans to see the King Tut exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Without advance tickets, they had a choice: wait in line all day or spend the day sightseeing. They chose the latter and fell head-over-heels in love with the city.

Erica is currently at work on her next thriller for MIRA Books.
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Chapter One


Charlotte, North Carolina
January, 2000


The closet was small, cramped. Too warm. Dark save for the sliver of dim light from the bedroom beyond. In it, Death waited. Patiently. Without movement or complaint.

    Tonight was the night. Soon, the man would come. And like the others, he would pay.

    For crimes unpunished. Against the weak. Against those the world had turned their backs on. Death had planned carefully, had left nothing to chance. The woman was away, the children with her. Far away, in the loving and protective arms of family.

    From another part of the house came a sound—a thud, then an oath. A door slammed. Excited, Death pressed closer to the door, peering through the narrow space, taking in the scene beyond: the unmade bed, the dirty laundry strewn about, the trash that littered the floor.

    The man stumbled into the room, toward the bed, obviously inebriated. Immediately, the small dark space filled with the smell of cigarettes and booze—booze he and his buddies had consumed that night. Laughing. Thumbing their noses at the gods. At justice.

    He lost his balance and knocked into the bedside table. The lamp toppled and crashed to the floor. The man fell face first onto the bed, head turned to the side, foot and arm hanging off.

    Minutes ticked past. The drunk's breathing became deep and thick. Soon, his guttural snores filled the room. The snores of a man in an alcohol-induced coma, of one who would not awake easily.

    Until itwas too late.

    The time had come.

    Death eased out of the closet and crossed to the bed, stopping beside it and gazing down in disgust. Smoking in bed was dangerous. It was foolhardy. One should never tempt fate that way. But then, this was a stupid man. One who had not learned from his mistakes. The kind of man the world would be better off without.

    With the toe of a shoe, Death eased the bedside wastebasket to the spot under the drunk's dangling hand. The cigarette was the man's brand; the matches from the bar he had frequented that night. The match flared with the first strike of tip against the friction strip; the flame crackled as it kissed the tobacco, hissing as it caught.

    With a small, satisfied smile, Death dropped the glowing cigarette into the filled wastebasket, then turned and walked away.


Chapter Two


Charlotte, North Carolina
Wednesday, March 1, 2000


Officer Melanie May hovered just beyond the motel room's door, gaze riveted to the bed inside, to the murder victim bound by ankles and wrists to the bed frame.

    The young woman was naked. She lay faceup, her eyes open, her mouth sealed with silver duct tape. The blood had flown from her face and the top of her body, downward toward her back, pooling there, giving those areas a ruddy, bluish cast. Rigor mortis appeared to be complete, which meant she had been dead at least eight hours.

    Melanie took a shaky step forward. Chief Greer's call had interrupted her morning shower. A towel clutched to her chest, she'd had to ask him to repeat himself three times. Not only had there not been a homicide in Whistlestop since she joined the force three years ago, as she understood it, there had never been a homicide in the tiny community, located on the outskirts of Charlotte.

    He had ordered her to the Sweet Dreams Motel, ASAP.

    First order of business had been arranging care for her four-year-old son, Casey. That done, she had hurriedly donned her uniform, strapped on her gun belt and pulled her still-wet, shoulder-length blond hair back into a severe twist. She had speared in the last bobby pin just as the doorbell pealed, announcing that her neighbor had arrived to watch Casey.

    Now, not quite twenty minutes later, she was staring in horror at her first murder victim and praying she didn't puke.

    To steady herself, she shifted her gaze to the room's other occupants. From the number of them, it appeared she was the last to make the scene. Her partner, Bobby Taggerty—his rail-thin frame and shock of bright red hair making him look like a walking matchstick—was photographing the scene. Her chief stood in the corner of the room, engaged in a heated discussion with two men she recognized as homicide investigators with the Charlotte/Mecklenburg force. Outside, keeping the Whistlestop PD first officers company, were two Charlotte/ Mecklenburg uniforms. A man she didn't recognize—but whom she assumed was also CMPD, probably on the forensics team—squatted beside the bed, examining the corpse.

    What was the CMPD doing here already? Melanie wondered, frowning. And why in such great numbers? Sure, the WPD was a tiny force operating within the large area serviced by the CMPD—a department of fourteen hundred sworn officers and state-of-the-art facilities, including a crime lab. And sure, her force had an interagency aid agreement with the bigger department. But still, protocol demanded an initial WPD investigation followed by a Whistlestop request for aid.

    This was no ordinary murder. Something big had gone down.

    And she wasn't about to be muscled out. Even by muscles as impressive as the CMPD's.

    Determined to assert that fact, Melanie strode across the threshold, stopping short as the stench of the room hit her. Not from decomposition, which had not yet begun, but with the evacuation of bladder and bowel that sometimes occurred with violent death.

    Melanie brought a hand to her nose, stomach heaving. She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard. She couldn't throw up, not in front of the CMPD guys. They already thought the Whistlestop force was rinky-dink, made up of wannabes and couldn't-hack-its. She wasn't about to prove them right—even if she agreed with their assessment.

    "Hey, you? Sweetpants." Melanie opened her eyes. The man beside the bed motioned her forward, his expression disgusted. "You going to fall apart or get your ass in here and do a job? I could use hand."

    From the corners of her eyes she saw her chief and the investigators glance her way, and, annoyed, she crossed to the man. "The name's May. Officer May. Not `Hey You' or `Sweetpants.'"

    "Whatever." He handed her a pair of latex gloves. "Put those on and come down here."

    She snatched the gloves from his hand, pulled them on, then knelt beside him. "You have a name?"

    "Parks."

    When he spoke, she caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath. From that and the looks of him, she decided this murder had dragged him away from one hell of a binge. "CMPD?"

    "FBI." He made a sound of impatience. "Can we get started now? Chickie here's not getting any fresher."

    Melanie didn't hide her surprise or her dislike of Parks, though he appeared to care less what she thought of him. "What do you need me to do?"

    "See that? Under her ass?" He indicated the shiny tip of something peeking out from beneath the body. "I'm going to hoist her up. I need you to get it for me."

    She nodded, understanding. Although the victim had not been a large woman, death would make her difficult to maneuver, even for a man built as strongly as Parks. With a grunt of exertion, he inched the victim's hindquarters off the mattress. Melanie grabbed the shiny scrap—a foil condom wrapper, open and empty.

    Parks took the packet from her hands and examined it a moment, eyebrows drawn together in thought. Melanie watched him, wondering why he was at the scene. Why had this victim's murder rated not only the representation of two police forces but also the FBI?

    He lifted his bloodshot gaze to hers. "You got any idea what happened here, May? Got a good guess?"

    "Judging by the bluish tint to her skin and the lack of any visible wound, I suspect she was smothered. Probably with a bed pillow." She pointed to the one just to the left of the woman's head. "Beyond that, not yet."

    "Read the scene. Everything we need to know is right here." He indicated the skimpy lingerie draped over the chair and the empty champagne bottle on the floor. "See those? They tell me she came to play. Nobody forced her into this room or onto this bed."

    "And being tied up was part of the fun and games?"

    "In my opinion, yes. Think about it. There are no visible bruises on her body. It would take a lot of strength to tie a struggling adult prone to a bed. Even a huge man couldn't do it without exerting extreme force on the victim. Also, check out her wrists and ankles. They're in almost perfect condition. They'd be torn up if she'd fought for long."

    Melanie did as he suggested and saw that he was right. There were only slight burns from the ropes, ones indicative of a short struggle.

    "This guy's in his late twenties to mid-thirties. Handsome. If he's not successful, he looks like he is. He's going to drive an expensive car, something foreign. Sporty. A BMW or Jag."

    Melanie made a sound of disbelief. "There's no way you can know that."

    "No? Take a look at the victim. This girl wasn't just any skank. She was a babe. Young, gorgeous, rich. The best family, the best—"

    "Wait a minute," Melanie interrupted. "Who is she?"

    "Joli Andersen. Cleve Andersen's youngest daughter."

    "Son of a bitch," Melanie muttered. Now she understood. The Andersens were one of Charlotte's oldest and most influential families. They were big into banking, politics and on the boards of a number of Charlotte's most visible civic and charitable organizations. Melanie didn't doubt that Cleve Andersen had a direct line to both the mayor's and governor's office.

    "That's why you're here," she said. "And the CMPD honchos. Because she's an Andersen."

    "Bingo. With a vic like this one, word always travels fast. Housekeeper finds the body and, after screaming, runs for the motel manager. First thing he does is check chickie's ID. Then the scenario gets really interesting, He panics and calls the CMPD and tells the dispatcher not only what's gone down, but who's dead. Next thing I know, my butt's being hauled out of bed to lend aid and offer expertise."

    Melanie absorbed his words. "So, the family already knows?"

    "Hell, yes. Before you or your chief did, Sweetpants." He returned his attention to his analysis of the scene. "The chain of events only underscores my theory. This girl was accustomed to the best of everything. No way she was going slumming with some gas-station attendant."

    "What about drugs? Or rebellion from her parents?"

    "There's no sign of drug use here. As for rebellion, look at the way she dressed, her Z3 parked outside, her history. It doesn't fit."

    Melanie frowned, recalling the things she had read about the Andersens' youngest daughter, acknowledging that he was right. "So why'd she go to a motel room with some guy she didn't know?"

    "Who said she didn't know him?"

    Melanie shifted her gaze to Joli Andersen's once-beautiful face, now frozen in death, to her wide-open, terrified gaze, imagining the girl's last moments. "And then he killed her."

    "Yes. But he didn't plan to. My bet is, she began to complain when the game turned unpleasant. Or maybe he couldn't get it up and she began to belittle him or laugh. This guy's the classic inadequate, her criticism would have sent him over the edge. He taped her mouth to shut her up, but then she began to struggle in earnest. That upset him more. She wasn't acting the way she was supposed to, the way he had imagined it in his head. So he presses a pillow over her face to get her to shut up and behave."

    "If he didn't plan it, how come the tape?" Melanie shook her head. "In my book, that's coming prepared."

    "I didn't say he hadn't acted out this scene before. He no doubt has, dozens of times, and some of those times with hookers. Understand, this is like a play he's written in his head, one he keeps adding to, fine-tuning. The beautiful girl. The rope. Her submission. The tape. And tonight, the murder. Ask around with the professional girls, somebody will turn up who knows this guy."

    Melanie gazed at him, half-awed, half-disbelieving. Though his analysis all made sense, it seemed to her that he would have to be psychic to know all he professed to. "Don't you think what you're doing is a little bit dangerous? Basically, you're just guessing."

    "What do you think police work is? Educated guessing, following gut instincts. Luck. Besides, I'm a damn good guesser." He glanced over his shoulder, holding up the foil packet. "Any of you come across a used rubber?"

    No one had. One of the CMPD guys ambled over. He took the packet and held it up, squinting at the small print on the front. "Lambskin." He shook his head, making a sound of disgust. "You'd think these people would have gotten the message by now. Only latex protects."

    Parks frowned. "I doubt he had sex with her. Not the kind of sex he'd need a condom for."

    "No? The packet's open, right? Rubber's missing." The CMPD honcho dropped the packet into an evidence bag, sealed and marked it. "He probably took it with him. Or flushed it."

    Parks shook his head. "She brought the condom, not him."

    The investigator arched his eyebrows. "How do you figure?"

    "The last thing on his mind was protection. Look at this place, he made no attempt to clean up. I can see fingerprints on the champagne bottle from here."

    "So?"

    "So," Parks continued, "why would this disorganized inadequate flush a used condom but leave his fingerprints? My bet is, this place is swimming in biological and trace evidence."

    While Parks repeated his theory to the investigator, Melanie examined the area around the bed, careful not to inadvertently disturb or destroy evidence. She had a hunch. If Joli had brought the condom and the killer hadn't used it, she would bet it was still on or around the bed, just as the packet had been.

    Her hunch paid off, and Melanie held up the still-coiled condom. "This what you boys were looking for?" When the two men looked at her, she grinned. "The space between the mattress and the frame. You might check it out next time."

    Parks smiled; the investigator looked irritated and snatched it from her. "He never even got around to fucking her. Sick bastard."

    "He got around to it all right," Parks countered, standing and yanking off his gloves. "He just didn't do it with his penis. Check her body cavities. I wouldn't doubt he left something behind. Hairbrush. Comb. Car keys. If you're really lucky, they'll be his."

    Melanie stared at him, mouth dry, the horror of his words sinking in. For the last minutes she had been able to focus on the job, not the crime. She had been able to forget that the victim they were talking so dispassionately about had been, only hours before, a living, breathing human being; a person who'd had hopes, fears and dreams, just like she did.

    She couldn't pretend anymore.

    Hand to her mouth, Melanie jumped to her feet and sprinted from the room. She made it as far as the first parked car, a white Ford Explorer. Hand on the vehicle's left front panel for support, she doubled over and puked.

    Parks came up behind her. He held out a wad of toilet paper. "You okay?"

    "Fine." She took the tissue and wiped her mouth, totally humiliated. "Thanks."

    "Your first stiff?"

    She managed a yes, not meeting his eyes.

    "Tough luck, her getting whacked in Whistlestop. A couple blocks over and you would have avoided all this unpleasantness."

    She looked at him then. "Are you always this awful?"

    "Pretty much." A ghost of a smile touched his mouth, then disappeared. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know. Some people just aren't cut out for this type of work."

    "People like me, you mean? The kind of cop the Whistlestop force was made for?"

    "I didn't say that."

    "You didn't have to." She straightened, furious, sickness forgotten. "You don't know anything about me. You don't have a clue what's right for me or what I can or cannot handle."

    "You're right, I don't. And let's keep it that way, shall we?"

    Without another word, he climbed into the Explorer, started it and drove away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2007

    not so good

    This is not the best mystery book of erica spindler. there is a lot of romance going-on,I felt too much detail was spent describing romantic scenes that it make me wonder if it was really a mistery book or a romantic/erotic one...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2002

    A suspenseful page-turner

    The first Spindler book I've ever read. I had trouble putting it down, just aching to find out what happened next. A must for those searching for mystery and suspense with a twist of romance.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2011

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    Not Bad

    I happened on an Erica Spindler novel and got hooked. She is a great suspense thiller author. While this wasn't her most captivating book, it certainly was not her worst. I enjoyed the story but I figured out the ending rather early on. I hate when that happens. It is a good read, the characters are well developed. They have issues and real life drama. This is not an ohh I can;t wait to get to the end but it does have some twists and turns that surprise you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    Close to very good

    I have have now read 2 books from Spindler - Killer Takes All being the other. I have enjoyed reading these two books, but this one wasn't quite as good as the other. The writing style is nice, the characters are strong and well-developed, the ideas for the book are unique, but it just wasn't as fast-paced as I'd expected and the book probably could have been 350-400 pages and been more of a solid effort - there were some spots that seemed unnecessarily slow. Spindler writes some romance novels too. Don't expect reviews on those from me, however, I would gladly read this author again. She offers unique stories, good writing and strong characters. ...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2006

    KIMBERLY WALTERS

    I LOVE ERICA SPINDLER AND HAVE READ ALL BUT 2 OF HER BOOKS. THIS BOOK WAS A LITTLE FRUSTRATING....THE STORY DRAGGED, THEN THE END WAS LIKE A WHIRLWIND AND LEFT YOU HANGING. I STILL AM LOOKING FORWARD THE THE OTHER TWO BOOKS PLUS THE FUTURE NEW ONES!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2004

    not at all spindler's usual greatness

    This book was completely disappointing. I love spindler's work; she is amazingly talented and always keeps you in tremedous suspense. But she really failed with this one. You could easily tell right off who the killer was (in the first few chapters). I think that spindler tried to remake the success of Shocking Pink with All Fall Down. There were very noticeable similarities. She could have done a much better job with this story line; she is exceptionally capable of that, as seen in all her other books I've read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2002

    loved 95% of it

    This is definitely a page turner for sure. My only concern was the very end where it appeared that the heroine got out of a sticky situation ala 'presto-chango' the bad people fall down. But getting up to that point was wonderful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2001

    A good read

    I loved this book as a result I have become a Erica Spindler fan and I will buy her books without a second thought. I was really blown away be the ending I had no idea who the killer was until I got to the last couple of chapters which I read up in no time I suspected someonelse throughout the whole book based on the dialouge between the characters and I was shocked to find who it was. Great book read it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2001

    Move over Mary Higgins Clark!

    What a book! This was the second Spindler book I've read and I'm trying to get my hands on the rest of hers!! Would be an excellent movie.....edge of your seat kind! I'm a fan of Mary Higgins Clark (read all of hers)....I can't praise Erica Spindler's talent enough...Keep 'em coming Ms. Spindler!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2000

    Great Mystery

    This was the first book by Eric Spindler that I have read. I am a mystery lover and hadn't heard of her til a friend at work recommended the book. I couldn't put it down and read it whenever I could find a minute. Great page turner...wonderfully written...grabs you and keeps you holding on til the very end. I am truly looking forward to reading other books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2000

    What a page turner!!!!

    I have only read 2 of her books and have loved them both. This was definetly worth every dollar I spent on it. It kept me from going to sleep at night...all I wanted was to read, read, and read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2000

    A thoroughly enjoyable read!

    This was the first book by Erica Spindler that I've read; and, it was great. It kept me guessing to the very end which is a rare treat these days. I can't wait to read more of her books. I definitely recommend this book to anyone that likes a mystery with several surprises.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2000

    Worth a read.

    Erica Spindler has an incredible ability for writing some amazing stories. Her books pack a punch, hard-hitting and not sugar coated. All Fall down will keep you guessing to the end. It will keep you at the edge of your seat and keep the pages turning.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Enjoyable romantic suspense

    The murder of socialite Joli Anderson shakes up Charlotte, as the victim is the daughter of one of the most prominent businessmen in the area. However, the impact is felt even stronger in the suburb of Whistlestop where the corpse was found. The Charlotte Police Department takes charge of the case with the FBI providing assistance. The small Whistlestop Police Department is relegated to a clerical support role that galls Officer Melanie May, but there is nothing she can do about her assignment on the Anderson case. <P>FBI profiler Connor Parks is removed from the case and placed on leave because his obsession interferes with his official work. Connor feels extreme guilt caused by his ignoring his sister's cry of wolf once too many times. Unfortunately, his ignoring her cry for help leads to her death. However, Connor's profile of the killer begins to remind Melanie of an individual she knows. As she struggles with her 'hunch', Melanie must deal with her influential ex-husband who has filed for custody of their four-year old son and her growing attraction to the enigmatic Connor. <P>ALL FALL DOWN is a powerful romantic police procedural that will provide immense pleasure to fans of both genres. The exciting story line focuses on the interrelationships of law enforcement departments while working a particularly nasty case with high media visibility. Melanie is a wonderful character whose own obsession of being a heroine causes her anguish. Connor is sort of a fallen angel trying to regain his self worth, but losing the battle within his own soul. The secondary characters bring out the traits of the lead couple even as their subplots tie back to the main tale. Erica Spindler deserves cross genre acclaim. <P>Harriet Klausner

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    Posted September 15, 2011

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