Blind Alley (Eve Duncan Series #5)

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Wrapped up in a brutal investigation, Eve Duncan, the signature character of #1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen, walks into an obsessive killer’s trap . . . and enters into a deadly game that awakens her own darkest nightmares.
Forensic sculptor Eve Duncan puts a face on the victims of violent crimes. She’s working on the skull of a newly discovered Jane Doe, her face destroyed beyond recognition. But whoever killed this ...

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Wrapped up in a brutal investigation, Eve Duncan, the signature character of #1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen, walks into an obsessive killer’s trap . . . and enters into a deadly game that awakens her own darkest nightmares.
Forensic sculptor Eve Duncan puts a face on the victims of violent crimes. She’s working on the skull of a newly discovered Jane Doe, her face destroyed beyond recognition. But whoever killed this poor girl wasn’t trying to hide her identity. The plan is far more horrifying. As the face begins to appear under Eve’s skilled hands, she gets the shock of her life: The victim is someone she knows all too well. Someone who isn’t dead. Yet.
To stop a twisted psychopath, Eve must put her own life on the line. But that’s not the worst of it—when her adopted daughter, Jane, reveals a bizarre connection to the case, Eve can’t stop her from joining the hunt for the killer . . . a chase that will lead to a terrifying confrontation.
“Johansen knows exactly what her devoted readers want and gives it to them.”—Publishers Weekly

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“Johansen knows exactly what her devoted readers want and gives it to them.”—Publishers Weekly
Publishers Weekly
Forensic sculptor Eve Duncan returns in this far-fetched but expertly plotted, eminently entertaining novel. When detective Joe Quinn is called to investigate the murder of a young woman whose skin has been peeled away from her skull, he presses the overloaded Eve to work her grisly magic. Eve is shocked to realize that the victim bears an uncanny resemblance to Jane MacGuire, the headstrong 17-year-old she and Joe have adopted, and who was already menaced by another serial killer in 1999's The Killing Game. Then a suspicious inspector from Scotland Yard, Mark Trevor, arrives with the grim news that a string of women with similar features have been murdered in Italy, England and Spain. A serial killer he calls Aldo has been working his way around the globe, butchering women who look like Cira, a beautiful young actress from the ancient Roman city of Herculaneum (which was destroyed by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius), whom he holds responsible for his father's death (such is the logic of the insane). Since Jane looks like Cira (and, incidentally, has been having nightmares about being her and trying to escape the volcano's destruction) she will be his prey or bait. Johansen fans will recall that Eve lost her biological daughter, Bonnie, to a serial killer, so her desire to bring Aldo to justice is tied up with her still-sharp grief. Meanwhile, Jane behaves like a typical teenager, living in denial of her own mortality while feeling intoxicated by the sexy air of peril that now surrounds her. Aldo never comes fully into focus as a villain, but that doesn't matter much, since one of the real engines of fear in the novel is Jane's burgeoning sexuality. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Eve Duncan (Body of Lies, etc.), forensic sculptor, on the trail of an international serial killer this time. Mark Trevor, one of Scotland Yard's finest, contacts Eve and her true love, Atlanta police detective Joe Quinn. Why? Someone is meticulously ripping the faces off living women and then killing them. Trevor warns Eve that her foster daughter, 17-year-old Jane MacGuire, could be next. But why? Eve discovers the answer when she reconstructs the facial features of a recent victim's skull-and finds that the dead woman is a dead-ringer for Jane. After a briefing on the strange ritual killings-volcanic ash was found near each mutilated body-Eve, Jane, and Joe (and sexy Trevor, of course) head to Italy and an archeological dig in Herculaneum. Seems that a former worker on the site, Guido Manza, was obsessed (to the point of neglecting Aldo, his mentally unstable son) with Cira, a beautiful courtesan of ancient Herculaneum whose ravishing likeness was preserved on a villa wall. She still has the power to drive men mad after thousands of years. Guido found and hid the box of gold that Cira's noble lover gave her, but the explosion he rigged to cover his misdeeds killed him. Somewhere along the line, Aldo became a full-blown psychotic, working out rage over his childhood mistreatment by finding-and killing-modern women who look like Cira. Will Trevor keep his hands off nubile Jane? Yes . . . for now. (A sequel is in the works.) Will Eve step back and let Jane into the spotlight? Yes. Plagued by dreams of Cira's death in the long-ago volcanic explosion that buried Herculaneum and Pompeii, Jane seems to be conveniently psychic, a favorite plot device of this megaselling author.Nonetheless, Johansen breathes new life into tired themes by bringing supporting characters front and center, and the preposterous storylines and lazy writing of her last titles (Firestorm, 2003, etc.) are nowhere to be seen. Solid thriller, intriguing setting: Johansen's back on track. Agent: Andrea Cirillo/Jane Rotrosen Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553586503
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/29/2005
  • Series: Eve Duncan Series, #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 230,775
  • Product dimensions: 4.16 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.02 (d)

Meet the Author

Iris Johansen

Iris Johansen is the New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, and No One to Trust. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia.


After her two children left home for college, Iris Johansen decided to devote her new found free time to writing. Since she loved reading romance novels, she penned a love story, and found to her surprise that "I was just as voracious a writer as I was a reader." During the 1980s, her name was emblazoned on dozens of slender volumes featuring spirited adventuresses, passionate mystery men, and smoldering love scenes. These days, Johansen is one of a posse of former romance writers dominating the New York Times bestseller lists.

Early on in her career, Johansen developed the habit of following characters from book to book, sometimes introducing minor characters in one novel who then become major figures in another. She developed families, relationships, and even fictional countries in her romance novels, which "stretched the boundaries of the standard formulas," according to Barbara E. Kemp in Twentieth-Century Romance and Historical Writers. In 1991, Johansen broke out of category romance (a term for short books written to conform to the length, style and subject matter guidelines for a publisher's series) with The Wind Dancer, a romantic-suspense novel set in 16th-century Italy. She followed it with two sequels, Storm Winds and Reap the Wind, to form a trilogy, then wrote several more stand-alone romance novels before The Ugly Duckling was published in 1996.

The Ugly Duckling was her first book to be released in hardcover -- and the first to significantly broaden her readership beyond her romance fan base. Since then, Johansen's plots have gotten tighter and more suspense-driven; critics have praised her "flesh-and-blood characters, crackling dialogue and lean, suspenseful plotting" (Publishers Weekly). Some of her most popular books feature forensic sculptor Eve Duncan, who first appeared in The Face of Deception in 1998. But Johansen seems equally comfortable with male protagonists, and her books have crossed the gender division that often characterizes popular fiction. Indeed, Publishers Weekly called The Search "that rarity: a woman's novel for men."

Good To Know

Johansen rewrote the ending of Reap the Wind for its reissue in 2002. "I couldn't resist tightening and changing the climax to correspond with my changed ideas on plot structure but the story is basically the same," she explained in a Q&A on her publisher's web site.

Many of her early novels were written for the Loveswept series from Bantam Books; bestselling authors Sandra Brown and Kay Hooper also wrote for the series.

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Chapter One

Calhoun, Georgia

Joe watched the body wrapped in a dark green tarp being carefully lifted from the grave by the forensic team.

"Thanks for coming, Quinn." Detective Christy Lollack was walking toward him. "I know it's not your case but I needed you. This is a weird one."

"What's weird about it?"

"Look at her." She moved toward the stretcher where the corpse had been placed. "The kids who found her nearly threw up."

He followed her and watched as she drew back the tarp.

There was no face. Only a skull remained. Yet from the neck down the cadaver was only slightly decayed and intact.

"It appears someone didn't want her identified." He looked down at her hands. "He bungled it. He should have taken the hands. We'll be able to get a fingerprint match right away. DNA will take longer, but that will—"

"Look closer. Her fingertips are burned," Christy interrupted. "No prints. Trevor warned me there might not be any."


"Some Scotland Yard inspector. Mark Trevor. He sent an e-mail to the department after he read about the Dorothy Millbruk case in Birmingham and the captain dumped it in my lap. He stated he sent the same e-mail to most of the cities in the Southeast warning them that the perpetrator might be heading into their jurisdictions."

Millbruk . . . It had been a sensational homicide of a prostitute that had taken place four months ago. Joe mentally went over the details he remembered. "The Millbruk case was no connection. It didn't have the same MO. The woman was burned to death and left in a trash disposal."

"But she didn't have a face by the time the fire got through with her."

"No attempt was made to keep the Birmingham police from finding out who she was. They were still able to check prints." He shook his head. "Not the same killer, Christy."

"I'm glad you're so sure" she said sarcastically. "Because I'm not. I don't like this. What if he didn't want us to make a connection? What if he peeled her face off to slow us down so that we wouldn't know he'd moved into the area?"

"Possible." His gaze narrowed on her face. "What do you want from me, Christy? It's not like you to ask for help."

"As soon as forensics gets through with her, I want you to take the skull to Eve to find out what that woman looked like. I don't want to wait until I find out who she is."

It was the answer he'd expected. It wasn't the first time he'd been asked to be a go-between the department and Eve. She was probably the best forensic sculptor in the world and the captain wasn't about to ignore a valuable asset. He shook his head. "No way. She's backlogged and working her ass off right now. I'm not loading anything else on her."

"We need to know, Joe."

"And I don't want her wearing herself out."

"For God's sake, do you think I'd ask you to do this if I didn't think it was urgent? I like Eve. I've known her and Jane for almost as long as I've known you. I'm scared. It's necessary, dammit."

"Because of some nebulous tip from Scotland Yard? What the hell do they have to do with this?"

"Two cases in London. One in Liverpool. One in Brighton. They never caught the killer and they believe he moved from the U.K. to the U.S. three years ago."

"Then they can wait for ID or Eve to get out from under."

Christy shook her head. "Come back to my car and I'll pull up Trevor's e-mail."

"It's not going to change my mind."

"It might." She headed for her car.

He hesitated and then followed her. She opened her laptop and accessed the e-mail.

"There it is. Read it and do what you like." She turned away. "I've got work to finish up here."

He scanned the letter and report and then flipped to the victim's page.

He stiffened with shock. "Holy shit!"

Lake Cottage

Atlanta, Georgia

She couldn't breathe.


She would not die, she thought fiercely. She hadn't come this far to lie forever in darkness. She was too young. She had too many things to do and see and be.

Another turn and still no light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe there was no end.

Maybe this was the end.

It was so hot and there was no air.

She could feel a scream of panic rising in her throat.

Don't give in. Panic was for cowards and she'd never been a coward.

But dear God, it was hot. She couldn't bear—

"Jane." She was being shaken. "For God's sake, wake up, baby. It's only a dream."

Not a dream.

"Dammit, wake up. You're scaring me."

Eve. Mustn't scare Eve. Maybe it was a dream if she said so. She forced her lids open and looked up into Eve's worried face.

The worried frown was replaced by relief. "Whew, that must have been a doozy of a nightmare." Eve's hand stroked Jane's hair back from her face. "Your bedroom door was closed and I still heard you groaning. Okay, now?"

"Fine." She moistened her lips. "Sorry I bothered you." Her heartbeat was steadying and the darkness was gone. Maybe it wouldn't come back. Even if it did, she had to make sure it didn't disturb Eve. "Go back to bed."

"I wasn't in bed. I was working." She turned on the bedside lamp and then grimaced as she looked down at her hands. "And I didn't wipe the clay from my hands before I came in here. You probably have bits of it in your hair."

"That's okay. I have to wash it in the morning anyway. I want to look good for my driver's license photo."

"That's tomorrow?"

She sighed resignedly. "I told you yesterday that I'd need you or Joe to take me."

"I forgot." She smiled. "Maybe I'm in denial. Getting your first driver's license is sort of a rite of passage. It could be I don't want you to be that independent."

"Yes, you do." She met her gaze. "Ever since we've been together you've made sure that I could take care of myself in every way. You've done everything from giving me karate lessons to having Sarah train Toby as a guard dog. So don't tell me that you don't want me to be independent."

"Well, not independent enough to walk away from Joe and me."

"I'll never do that." She sat up in bed and gave her a quick, awkward kiss. Even after all these years, loving gestures were difficult for her. "You'll have to kick me out. I know when I've got it good. So which one of you is going to take me to the Driver's License Bureau?"

"Probably Joe. I have to finish this skull right away."

"What's the urgency?"

She shrugged. "Search me. Joe brought the skull home from the precinct and asked me to make it top priority. He said it had to do with linking a group of homicides."

Jane was silent a moment. "A kid?"

Eve shook her head. "A woman." Her eyes narrowed on Jane's face. "You thought it might be Bonnie?"

Jane always thought it might be Bonnie, Eve's daughter who had been murdered when she was seven and whose body had never been found. The tragedy had been the impetus that had made Eve study to become a forensic sculptor to identify murder victims and bring closure to other grieving parents. The search for Bonnie and her passion for her career still dominated her life. She shook her head. "If you suspected it was Bonnie's skull you were working on, you wouldn't have even heard my stupid caterwauling." She held up her hand as Eve opened her lips. "I know. I know. You don't love me less than you did Bonnie. It's just different. I've known that all along. From the beginning. She was your child and we're more . . . friends. And that's okay with me." She settled back in bed. "Now, you go back to work and I'll go back to sleep. Thanks for coming in and waking me. Good night, Eve."

Eve didn't answer for a moment. "What was your nightmare about?"

Heat. Panic. Darkness. A night without air or hope. No, there had been hope. . . .

"I don't remember. Has Toby come back yet?"

"Not yet. I'm not sure it's a good idea to let him out at night. He's half wolf."

"That's why I let him roam. Now that he's grown, he has to have more freedom. He has too much golden retriever to be really dangerous to anything but squirrels. Probably not even them. He caught one once and all he wanted to do was play with it." She yawned. "Sarah said it was okay, but I'll stop him if you say the word."

"No, I guess not. Sarah should know." Sarah Logan was Eve's good friend as well as the canine search-and-rescue specialist who had given Toby to Jane. "Just keep an eye on him."

"I will. I'm responsible for him. You know I won't let you down."

"You never have." She stood up. "And we'll have a little celebration when you come home from getting your license."

Jane smiled slyly. "You going to bake a cake?"

"Don't be ugly. I'm not that bad a cook. It would serve you right if I did." She grinned as she headed for the door. "I'll have Joe stop at Dairy Queen and pick up an ice cream cake on the way home."

"Much more sensible."

Eve glanced at her over her shoulder and her expression became troubled. "Maybe too sensible. I wonder if we've made you a little too responsible, Jane."

"Don't be silly." She closed her eyes. "Some people are born responsible. Some people are born to be butterflies. You had nothing to do with it. For Pete's sake, you're not even my mother. Good night, Eve."

"Well, I guess I've been told," Eve murmured. Her gaze was caught by a sketch lying on the window seat. It was a picture of Toby sleeping on his bed by the fireplace. "That's very good. You're getting better all the time."

"Yes, I am. I'm not going to be a Rembrandt but genius isn't what it's cracked up to be. I've always thought being driven by art was for the birds. I want to be in control of any career I choose." She smiled. "Like you, Eve."

"I'm not always in control." She looked from the sketch to Jane. "And I thought you wanted to be a search-and-rescue worker like Sarah."

"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess I'm waiting for a career to choose me."

"Well, you have plenty of time to make up your mind. Although your attitude is a little surprising. You usually know exactly what you're going to do."

"Not always." She smiled impishly. "Maybe it's my adolescent hormones getting in the way."

Eve chuckled. "I doubt it. I can't see you letting anything stand in your way." She opened the door. "Good night, Jane."

"And don't work much longer. You've been pulling too many late nights in the last couple weeks."

"Tell that to Joe. He really wants this reconstruction."

"That's weird. He's always the one who tries to make you get more rest." Her lips tightened. "Don't worry, I'll tell him. Someone's got to look out for you."

Eve smiled as she opened the door. "I'm not worrying. Not with you in my corner."

"Joe's in your corner, too. But he's a guy and they're different. Sometimes things get in the way of their thinking."

"Very profound observation. You must repeat it to Joe."

"I will. He can take it and he likes me to be up-front with him."

"Well, you're certainly that," Eve murmured as she left the room.

Eve's smile faded as she closed the bedroom door behind her. Jane's remarks had been typical of her; fierce, protective, and far beyond her years. Eve had gone into the room to comfort and Jane had given her comfort instead.

"Something wrong?" Joe was standing in the doorway of their bedroom. "Is Jane okay?"

"A nightmare." Eve moved down the hall toward her studio. "But she's not talking about it. She probably thinks nightmares are a sign of weakness and heaven forbid she show any weakness."

"Like someone else I know." Joe followed her. "Want some coffee? I could use a cup right now."

She nodded. "Sounds good." She went back to stand before her easel. "Can you go to the Driver's License Bureau with her tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'd planned on it."

"I forgot." She grimaced. "You're a better parent than I am, Joe."

"You've been working your ass off." He measured coffee into the coffeemaker. "And that's my fault. Besides, Jane never wanted parents when she came to us. She wasn't Orphan Annie. Hell, she may have been only ten, but she was as street smart as a woman of thirty. We've done the best we could to give her a good home."

"But I wanted her to—" She stared blindly at the model. "She's seventeen, Joe. Do you know I've never heard her talk about going out on a date or to the prom or even a football game? She studies, she plays with Toby, and she sketches. It's not enough."

"She has friends. She stayed the night at Patty's last week."

"And how often does that happen?"

"I think she's very well balanced considering her background. You're worrying too much."

"Maybe I should have been worrying before this. It's just that she's always acted so mature that I forget that she's just a kid."

"No, you didn't forget. You just recognize that the two of you are as alike as two peas in a pod. How many proms did you go to when you were a teenager?"

"That's different."

"Yeah, you had a drug addict for a mother instead of growing up in a dozen foster homes."

She made a face. "Okay, so we both had it tough when we were kids, but I wanted something better for Jane."

"But Jane has to want it too. She probably thinks proms are pretty silly. Can you see her in a frilly dress, getting into one of those stretch limos the kids hire these days?"

"She'd be beautiful."

"She is beautiful," Joe said. "And she's strong and smart and I'd want her behind me if I was ever in a tight corner. But she's not frilly, Eve." He poured her a cup of coffee and brought it to her. "So stop trying to force her into the role."

"As if I could. No one forces Jane to do anything she doesn't want to do." She sipped the coffee and then grimaced. "You made it strong enough. You really want to keep me awake to finish this skull, don't you?"

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  • Posted September 1, 2011

    Undecided about this one...

    I almost always read reviews on a book before I read it, just to see what others thought about it. I've read the other books in the Eve Duncan series prior to this one & LOVED them... so when I saw all the bad reviews for this book, I was confused!! I was like surely, it couldn't have been that bad!! These books are great!! Now after having read it, I just don't know what to think. This book wasn't like any of the other ones and yes, as everyone else has said, this book was very sci-fi and not at all realistic. It was just hard to get into since you don't believe the story for a second. All the terms they use from all those years ago & the plot as a whole just never really pull you in all the way. The beginning is interesting... however, once you get into what is going on, it leaves you thinking more "What??? There's no way! That's stupid!" So... I give this book an "EH" rating. I am definitely disappointed but will continue to read this series. I heard the next in the series, "Countdown", is again, mostly about Jane. I find Jane a little boring & TOO far beyond her years to be believable. If you met someone like her in person, you'd probably be very annoyed, so it's not any different when reading about her. Hopefully Countdown is better though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2014

    SO disappointing!

    I forced myself to finish this book & seeing that the next one is also dealing w/Jane, I'll probably skip that one. Shame. I wanted to read the whole series in order, but I can't take another one like this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2014

    I love the Eve Duncan Books and always look forward to the next

    I love the Eve Duncan Books and always look forward to the next one. It is nice to know that the plots change in all of them even if they might seem slow at the beginning

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2013


    Eeodl '!4880.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2013

    Warriors: Dark Moon

    The darkness of the night filled the black sky. The only light filling the alleys of Twolegplace was the moon that shone brightly in the dark night sky. The outline of a golden-brown tabby tom and a ginger she-cat filled the Twolegplace. As they entered the brick alleys, a harsh, strong scent filled the air. The golden-brown tom fought off the urge not to gag at this bitter-scenting place. Soft sleet pelted down on the cats' pelts as they entered further into the alleys of Twolegplace. As the cats padded, a monster whirled by the Thunderpath, sending thick droplets of mud on the ginger she-cat's pelt. She curled her lips back, compelled to attack another cat, sink her claws into the soft underbelly of an enemy. She followed the golden-brown tabby tom, her ears pricked. Suddenly, the tabby tom came to a halt. Out of a doorway, a black-and-white tom with an underbite appeared, his tail swaying. "Who goes there?" he meowed, narrowing his eyes as he met the gazes of the two cats. "Hello, Ice," the tom meowed, "it's I, Rowanheart." Ice narrowed his eyes. "I don't know you," he growled. "I am from SkyClan, a group of cats living in the gorge." He pointed with his tail to the ginger she-cat. "And this is my mate, Birchpelt. We need to talk to the cat whom leads you. Take us to him, please." Ice narrowed his eyes. "And for what? No gorge-cats have ever talked to him. It must be very important if you wish to speak to him," he said coldly. "And I'm sure what we have to say is very important," Rowanheart retorted, "just take us to him." Ice dug his claws into the hard surface of the Thunderpath. "Fine," he snarled, "but no tricks. I'm watching you, got it?" the black-and-white tom beckoned with his tail to follow. They soon approached a dumpster, cats surrounding it. Ice's pace quickened as he padded up to it. The black-and-white tom mewed, "Scourge, you have visitors. They claim to be from this so-called cat-filled gorge. Thet wish to speak to you. It must be important seeing no cat from a gorge has ever came to speak to you." They were met by an eerie silence as if there was not going to be any reply. Finally, a cat emerged from the dumpster, leaping down from it. He was a small black tom, much smaller than ice, and he had one white paw. He wore a collar around his neck studded with the teeth of dogs and cats, and his eyes were a pale, icy-blue. Scourge's ice-blue gaze burned with that of the newcomers. "My name is Scourge, leader of BloodClan," he meowed. His voice was high-pitched and eerie, and his cold eyes were like shards of ice. At first, this cat seemed to small to be leader of anything to the SkyClan cats, but if he was treated with such respect and wore a collar studded with dogs' and cats' teeth, he, without a doubt, controled all these BloodClan cats. "My name is Rowanheart, Scourge. This is Birchpelt, my mate. We come from a Clan of cats living in a gorge, and-" "And so you expect to be welcomed and fed here?" Scourge meowed in his thin, high voice. "No, Scourge. But we were driven out of our Clan, and we wish to make shelter here in Twolegplace," Birchpelt meowed. Scourge narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "Well, then," he meowed, "you may feed yourself. If you wish to thrive here that is," Scourge meowed. He slipped into a shadowy doorway, crouching there, grooming his single white paw. End of prolouge.

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  • Posted December 31, 2012

    great series

    love the series, keeps you on the edge of your chair, later books in series are too short though so beware as costs only go up--still, am looking forward to next book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    Great book

    Love it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    This is a must read series.

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  • Posted February 16, 2011

    Blind Alley - not very interesting

    I picked up this book to pass free time and I wasn't too impressed with it. The storyline is interesting but I felt it was slow in some parts and seemed repetitive. The characters don't feel realistic and their dialogue at some parts had me so bored I rushed reading this book just to finish it.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2009

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    Very poor book.

    This lady can write. This is not one of them. Characters and plot are pure Sci Fi and it is boring.

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  • Posted January 18, 2009

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    4 out of 5

    I give this book four out of five stars. The characters were really set up nicely, switching between a thousand years ago to modern times, usually when that happens, the story gets confusing, but not in this book. The writing style of Iris Johansen is very good. It is pretty original. The book cover confused me at first, but when you read into it a couple of chapters, you can see who and why the person is running in the tunnel/alley. The story is very dramatic and thrilling.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2008

    Awful, and forgettable besides.

    I bought this book on a whim from a grocery store. The book was awful right from the start. I suppose Eve is supposed to serve as a role model for the modern woman, who integrates professional work with creativity by being a forensic sculptor who uses her female intuition for guidance, but that kind of idealized, implausible mix grated on me, like something out of a Harlequin romance. The overused movie theme of a young person in danger is mindlessly thrown into the plot here, in the form of 17-year-old Jane being stalked by a serial killer. And the overused device of making a teenager more realistic by making them unusually mature is also mindlessly thrown in, no doubt to cover up the author's inadequacy of not being able to capture the Weltanschauungen of a young person. The extraordinary coincidence that Eve's work brings her own stepdaughter into a police case, the paranormal dreams, the excessive adeptness of the stalking murderer, the artificially contrived sexual tension between an adult man and a slightly underaged teen all grated on me. I had to force myself to get through this book. I don't even remember exactly how it ended, though I believe it used the ridiculous, standard movie theme of having the recurring dreams come true, which was so predictable and so unrealistic that the end was at least as bad as the body of the book. Awful!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2007

    I don't plan to finish this book!

    I always finish a book after I start it. This book is so rediculous that I am not going to continue wasting my time, even though I am halfway through it!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2007


    I've always loved reading Iris Johansen books but this one was a big, big disappointment. Boring---boring---boring. I hope this book was just a fluke.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2006

    Knockout Drops in Print

    The writing is simplistic (read: boring)and fails to generate any interest in either the characters or the story line, and the endless dialogue is both absurd and inane.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2005

    Good Book...

    I liked this book... but it really didn't hold my attention like the rest of her books did... I'm looking forward to reading her new book 'Countdown'... it sounds intersting...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2005

    Up All Night Reading This One

    What a great book! Couldn't sleep and started reading this one at 2 am. Couldn't put it down until 8 am. Can't wait for COUNTDOWN to hit the stores in May.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2005

    almost as good

    this book was great but it was veryconfusing. i can't wait to read more about trevor and jane. i hope in countdown they get together. There was not much romance in this book like the past eve duncan series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2005

    Not what I expected

    I love Iris Johansen novels, and I happened upon the Eve Duncan series by accident. I could not wait to read this book. I thought is was a very confusing plot line. It didnt really have anything to do with Eve. I was hoping for a more of a twist, or even a few twists. This book didnt grab me the way her other books do.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2005

    A big dissappointment

    I've read all the other Eve Duncan novels and have enjoyed them. I'm almost to the end of this one and it has been a real struggle. If I have anything else to read I leave it and return later. All the metaphysical stuff, Jane identifying with someone that died 2000 years ago, is just too far out there and not believable at all. I hope future novels don't follow suit.

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