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The Bride Collector

The Bride Collector

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by Ted Dekker

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FBI Special agent Brad Raines is facing his toughest case yet. A Denver serial killer has killed four beautiful young women, leaving a bridal veil at each crime scene, and he's picking up his pace. Unable to crack the case, Raines appeals for help from a most unusual source: residents of the Center for Wellbeing and Intelligence, a private psychiatric institution


FBI Special agent Brad Raines is facing his toughest case yet. A Denver serial killer has killed four beautiful young women, leaving a bridal veil at each crime scene, and he's picking up his pace. Unable to crack the case, Raines appeals for help from a most unusual source: residents of the Center for Wellbeing and Intelligence, a private psychiatric institution for mentally ill individuals whose are extraordinarily gifted.

It's there that he meets Paradise, a young woman who witnessed her father murder her family and barely escaped his hand. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, Paradise may also have an extrasensory gift: the ability to experience the final moments of a person's life when she touches the dead body.

In a desperate attempt to find the killer, Raines enlists Paradise's help. In an effort to win her trust, he befriends this strange young woman and begins to see in her qualities that most 'sane people' sorely lack. Gradually, he starts to question whether sanity resides outside the hospital walls...or inside.

As the Bride Collector picks up the pace-and volume-of his gruesome crucifixions, the case becomes even more personal to Raines when his friend and colleague, a beautiful young forensic psychologist, becomes the Bride Collector's next target.

The FBI believes that the killer plans to murder seven women. Can Paradise help before it's too late?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Readers who relish being trapped in a character's mind, in particular the mind of an insane serial killer, should enjoy this overlong thriller by bestseller Dekker (Boneman's Daughters). Those not so keen on such musings, even within the mind of a good guy like FBI special agent Brad Raines, who spends pages contemplating the nature of love and grief, will be less enthralled. The Denver killer, Quinton Gauld, driven by some mumbo jumbo about beautiful women being the brides of Christ and his giving them to God, likes to super-glue his victims to the wall, then drain their blood into buckets. The most interesting characters are the institutionalized crazy people whose aid Raines enlists, a diverse and funny group. Few surprises and a stock serial killer, not to mention too much internal dialogue, add up to a routine read. 5-city author tour. (Apr.)
From the Publisher
"Robert Petkoff masterfully portrays intelligence officer Ryan Evans's personality change after he experiences torture in the Middle East. Petkoff's versatile vocal skills deliver a compelling plot that is classic Dekker. In particular, Petkoff's depiction of the insane workings of the serial killer's mind is riveting."—AudioFile Magazine on BoneMan's Daughters
Library Journal
New York Times best-selling author Dekker (Thr3e; Boneman's Daughters) returns with another piece of dark fiction in which a serial killer takes center stage. At each of the Denver crime scenes where four beautiful women are found murdered, the killer has left his chilling calling card, a bridal veil. FBI special agent Brad Raines seeks help from an unusual source, the Center for Well-Being and Intelligence, a mental institution that houses patients who are eerily intelligent and psychically gifted. Raines soon meets Paradise, a schizophrenic young woman with the ability to see the last moments of a person's life upon touching his or her dead body. Dekker is well known for incorporating spiritual elements (without sermonizing) into his suspense thrillers, and his latest is no exception. VERDICT Best suited for avid thriller, suspense, and crime fiction fans, it will also satisfy adventurous readers of Christian fiction.—Carolann Lee Curry, Mercer Univ. Medical Lib., Macon, GA

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The Bride Collector

By Dekker, Ted

Center Street

Copyright © 2010 Dekker, Ted
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781599951966


“THANK YOU, DETECTIVE. We’ll take it from here.”

FBI Special Agent Brad Raines stood in the small barn’s wide doorway and scanned the dimly lit interior. Dusk fell on an ancient wood floor covered in dust disturbed by numerous footprints. Shafts of light streamed from cracks in a sagging roof.

Long abandoned. A natural choice.

“With all due respect, Agent Raines, my team is here,” the detective replied. “They can work the scene.”

“But they won’t, Detective Lambert.”

Raines turned his head slowly, taking it all in.

One rectangular room roughly fifteen by forty, covered by a tin roof. Interior walls formed by six-inch graying wooden planks. Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-two on the narrow side. Fifteen feet, as estimated. Two shovels and a pitchfork on the floor to his right. A single window with dirty, tinted panes, crowded by empty cobwebs.

A dust-covered wooden bucket rested in the corner, its rusted handle covered with filth. Several old rusted tin cans—GIANT brand peas with the label mostly missing, HEINZ canned hot dogs—scattered on the floor, left by campers long gone. An old plow blade lay against the near wall. An even older worktable sat to the left, near the far wall.

All unsurprising. All but what had brought Brad.

The woman’s body was glued to the wall to his left, arms wide, wrists limp. Like the other three.

“… Chief Lorenzo for clearance.” The detective’s voice edged in on his thoughts. Lambert was still here.

Brad looked over his left shoulder where Nikki Holden, a leading forensic psychologist, stood staring at the woman’s body with those wide blue eyes of hers. She caught his get-rid-of-the-cop glance and turned to face Detective Lambert. Brad returned his gaze to the shed’s interior as she spoke.

“I’m sorry, Detective,” she said in her most reasonable tone of voice, “but I’m sure you can appreciate our position here. Give my team a few hours. If this isn’t our guy, you’ll be the first to know. The police department’s been more than helpful.”

Brad looked up to mask his knowing grin. One of the rafters was cracked, and its gray husk revealed a lighter, tan core. Freshly broken.

“I don’t like it,” Lambert said. “For the record.”

Brad pulled his eyes from the crime scene and smiled at the detective. “Thank you, Detective. Noted. There’s quite a bit about this job not to like. If your men could secure the perimeter, that would be helpful. Our forensics team will be here any minute.”

Lambert held his gaze for a moment, then turned away and addressed a man behind him. “Okay, Larry, cancel the forensics, this is now an FBI investigation. Tell Bill to secure and hold the perimeter.”

Larry muttered a curse and flicked away a bit of straw he’d taken from a pile of old bales. A white unmarked van rolled over the yellow perimeter tape and slowly crunched over the gravel driveway. It had taken the forensics team an hour to reach the scene, just south of West Dillon Road, from the Stout Street field office in downtown Denver. A farm had evidently once occupied this empty field in Louisville, twenty-plus miles northwest from Denver up the Denver-Boulder Turnpike.

Brad glanced at Nikki. “Tell them to start on the outside,” he said flatly. “Give us a minute. Bring Kim in when she arrives.”

Kim Peterson, the forensic pathologist, would determine what the body could tell them postmortem. Nikki headed for the van without comment.

Brad turned his attention back to the small barn. The shack. The farm shed. The killer’s nest. The rest of the story was here, in the dark corners. The walls had watched the killer as he’d methodically ended a woman’s life. The worktable had heard his words as he confessed his passions and fears in a world turned inside out by his compulsions. It had witnessed her pleas for mercy. Her dying moans.

Careful not to step on the exposed markings in the dust, Brad entered the room and approached the wall on which the woman was affixed. He stood still, filtering out the sounds of voices from a dozen law enforcement personnel outside. The hum of rubber on asphalt from the main road two hundred yards down the driveway settled in with the sound of his breathing. Both faded entirely as he brought his senses in line with the scene before him.

Her nude torso rose pale in the glow of a single light shaft. As though by magic, her body seemed perched on the wooden wall behind her, both arms stretched out on either side. Two round dowels that supported much of her weight protruded from the wall under her armpits. Her heels were together, each foot angled away from the other to form a V.

A white veil of translucent lace had been carefully arranged to cover her face, like a bride.

The outthrust posture sent a collage of art-history remnants cascading through his mind—the Venus de Milo, a thousand renditions of the Crucifixion, the Louvre’s Winged Victory statue, her marble bosom jutting forward as if it belonged on the prow of an ancient ship plowing through a Mediterranean surf.

But this was no museum. It was a crime scene, and the mixture of cruelty and ostentation pouring from the garish exhibit filled him with a sudden wave of nausea.

Slowly, his analytical faculties began to reassert themselves.

She was naked except for thin cotton panties and the veil. Blond. White. Everything about the placement was symmetrical. Each hand was set in identical form, with thumb and forefinger touching, each shoulder, each hip had been carefully manipulated into perfect balance. All but her head.

Her head slumped gently to the left so that her long blond hair cascaded over her left shoulder before curling under her armpits. Through the veil he could see that her eyes were closed. No blemish, no sign of pain or suffering, no blood.

Only blessed peace and beauty. She could as easily be an angel painted by da Vinci or Michelangelo. The perfect bride.

Brian Jacobs, seventeen, had brought his girlfriend here after school for reasons unrevealed and found the Bride Collector’s fourth victim. Brad preferred to think of them as angels.

He peered closer and felt strange words of empathy well up inside of him.

I cry with you, Angel. I weep for you. For every strand of hair that will never again blow in the wind, for every smile that will never brighten someone else’s day, for every look of desire that will never quicken another man’s pulse. I am so sorry.

“She’s beautiful,” Nikki said behind him.

He felt a momentary stab of regret for having been pulled away from his connection with the woman on the wall. Nikki walked past him, eyes fixed on the woman, touching his arm gently with her fingers as she passed. Her breathing was steady, slightly thicker than usual. He knew the cause: the dark waters of the killer’s mind, which she now probed by staring at his handiwork.

Like an avalanche, the poignancy of his relationship with Nikki crashed through his mind… and then was gone, replaced by the image of her standing next to the woman. A blond angel hovering over a brunette. One with arms stretched wide in complete resignation, the other with arms folded. One nearly naked, the other dressed in a blue silk blouse with a black jacket and skirt.

She’s beautiful, he thought.

“What a shame.” Kim Peterson’s voice cut softly through the room, grasping what the other two were too proud to verbalize. The forensic pathologist stepped up next to Brad, withdrew a pair of white gloves from her bag then set it down. “What do we know?”

Brad would have preferred to spend more time alone with the victim, but the opportunity had passed. “No ID. Discovered an hour ago by two teenagers.”

They stared in a moment of silence.

“She’s beautiful,” Kim said.


“This makes four.”

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?”

The pathologist approached opposite Nikki, who remained quiet, lost in thought as she studied the body with searching eyes.

Kim sank to one heel and gently lifted the woman’s toes for a better view under the foot. “Care to tell us how you think it happened before I begin my preliminary examination?”

He wasn’t ready, of course, not yet, not without a complete analysis of evidence still to be gathered. But he’d been credited with an uncanny ability to accurately judge events from the thinnest of evidentiary threads. He’d cracked three major cases in the Four Corners region since leaving Miami and joining the Denver field office a year ago. At thirty-two years of age, he was on the fast track for high ground—much higher ground, according to his superiors.

But unlike them, his motivation had nothing to do with climbing an organizational ladder.

“Male, size eleven by the shoe prints. They were here for a while, maybe a day…”

“How so?” Nikki asked.

A distant murmur carried to him: an officer speaking to the curious driver of an approaching car outside, instructing him to head back to the main road. The roof over their heads ticked as it began to cool in the late afternoon.

“That smell. It’s baked beans. He was hungry, so he ate. You won’t find the can. He wouldn’t leave any DNA evidence in here.”

“She was alive when he brought her here?”

“Yes. And he killed her like the others, by draining her blood from her heels. No struggle. A tarp under the table caught most of the trace evidence—bodily fluids, skin cells, hair. He was careful not to use too much force, keeping her on the edge of control and submission. She was lying prone, sedated, conscious and fully aware when he numbed her heels and drilled up into them. He was forced to clean up the blood on the table and floor where it ran off the tarp. Then he sealed the wounds, lifted her into position, held her long enough for the glue on her shoulder blades to cure on the wall, reopened the wounds on each heel, and watched her blood drain into a three-gallon bucket.”

All of this, Brad had guessed from the markings on the table and floor, the ring from the bucket beneath the woman’s heels, and the lack of bruising. The physical evidence had painted a picture in his mind as clearly as if he were staring at a Rembrandt.

“He did it out of respect, not rage,” Brad said.

“Love,” Nikki said.

He nodded, even willing to go that far. “Love.”

“Both heel wounds are plugged with the same fleshy putty we found on the other three,” Kim said, standing. “And what kind of love is this?”

“The groom’s love,” Brad said, savoring his response.

Special Agent Frank Closkey spoke from the door. “Sir?”

Brad held up his hand without looking back. “Give us a few more minutes, Frank.”

The agent retreated.

Kim continued her initial examination, gently prodding the woman’s flesh, checking her eyes, lifting her hair, inspecting the backs of her shoulders. But Brad already knew what she would find.

The question was, Why? What motivated the Bride Collector? How did he make his selections? What good or evil did he think he was doing? What had been done to him to motivate his taking of life in such a manner? Who had he decided to kill next? When would he take her?

Where was he now?

The questions spun through Brad’s mind as one, yet distinguishable. Some were clearer than others, but all whispered from beyond, tempting him to listen because each question already contained an answer. He simply had to find it and unpack it.

Nikki paced with one arm pressed against her belly, the other propping up her chin. It struck him that like her, two of the victims had been brunettes. Like her, all four had beautiful complexions.

What would enter the killer’s mind if he were staring at Nikki through a hole in the wall at this moment? Brad pushed back a fleeting impulse to check the wall behind them to see if there might indeed be a hole, filled with a single eye peering in at them.

Instead, he let his eyes wander over Nikki—her calves well defined beneath the hem of the black skirt. Her wavy long hair cascading on her shoulders, her eyes bright with question. Her forefinger absently brushing full lips. A perfectly symmetrical face.

Would the killer feel any desire?

No. No it wasn’t desire, was it? She was beautiful, but beautiful women filled the world. Something else drew the Bride Collector, in the same way that something else was drawing Brad now, though he had a difficult time putting a finger on it.

Of the numerous women he’d dated over the past ten years, only four relationships had lasted two months or more, each ending sooner than the previous one. Nikki had once accused him of playing the role of bad boy. He thought picky was a better label. He had taste, after all.

After what he’d been through, he needed to be picky.

Nikki was thirty-one, married once at age nineteen, divorced six months later. She held her doctorate in psychology from CSU. Highly intelligent, witty, reduced to deep introspection by scenes that left most people heaving.

This would excite the killer, wouldn’t it? And if Nikki came on to the killer, would that excite him?

No, Brad thought.

“He would like you,” Brad said.

Nikki glanced back at him, arm still around her waist. “Excuse me?”

He caught himself. This was one of those frequent times when honesty might not be so wise.

“I was just thinking that he liked her. You. That is, speaking to the victim. He. He would like you, meaning he would like her.

Kim saved him. “Speaking to cadavers now, Brad? Don’t worry, I do it all the time.”

“You were looking at me when you said it,” Nikki said.

“So I was. I tend to do that.”

“What, stare at women? Or specifically at me?”

“Both, on occasion.”

A faint smile turned the corners of her mouth up. She winked. Not a full wink, but the movement in her right eyelid was unmistakable. Or was it?

Nikki turned to face the wall, leaving Brad to feel somewhat dirty. In an attempt to help the woman on the wall, he’d somehow violated her privacy. Yet her story was still unknown and demanded respect.

Silence. Remorse. Shame.

“Sir?” Frank’s voice intruded again.

Brad turned from the wall and walked to the door. “Bring the team in. Photograph every inch, dust every exposed surface. Blood, sweat, spittle, hair; bag and tag the air if you have to. I want preliminaries from the lab this evening.”

“Um… It’s getting late. I don’t—”

“He’s staring through a peephole at another woman already, Frank. We have less than a week to stop him from showing that woman his love. Preliminaries tonight.”

Brad left the shack thinking he might have chosen better words to express the urgency burning across his nervous system.


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Meet the Author

TED DEKKER is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels with a total of more than 10 million books in print. He is known for thrillers that combine adrenaline-laced plots with incredible confrontations between good and evil.

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Marsuvees More than 1 year ago
When I first heard about Bride Collector, I was... skeptical, to say the least. For me, Boneman's Daughters had been an almost enormous let down, and I wasn't going to get my hopes up for this book. I figured it would just be a Boneman carbon copy with wives replacing the daughters. ...boy. Was I wrong. Boneman's Daughters is a book so unlike yet so similar to his other writigs; the common, indelible Dekker threads of good vs. evil, love vs. hate and human nature vs. God's nature are unmistakably there, yet he introduces a new element that was, of course, obviously in his other books, but wasn't expanded upon. The realm of the insane and the mentally ill. Dekker reflects on the true brilliance of the mentally unstable, and his theories and ideas will almost make you wish you were insane. What if, just what if the rest of the world is wrong, and it is the insane that have the true grasp of reality? What if those that are mentally ill are not so at all, but are lights hidden under a bowl? You begin to slowly yet decisively, systematically question everything you thought was true, and be careful... if you don't guard your heart you might just fall into the killer's logic. The plot is spectacularly laid out, the villian himself convoluted yet understandable, undeniably evil yet... you being to wonder if what he's doing is right or wrong. Then there is Paradise; Paradise will make you cry and laugh, shiver with rejection and acceptance. She will tear your heart out, wipe it clean and shove it back into your chest. Two extremes on the universal moral scale.... yet it seems, at some point, these two extremes are not as extreme as one might think. Bottom line... get this book. Without a doubt. It's twists and turns will leave your heart pounding and your mind racing, leaving you unable to even think of putting the book down. It's bloody, it's gruesome, it's disturbing, it's utterly, unbelievably beautiful. ~Bless me Father, for I will sin.~
OldSeaDog More than 1 year ago
I have listened to Ted Dekker's The Bonemans Daughter and really liked it, but this went to a different level. This book had me on edge from start to finish, I was even looking for excuses to get out of work early, just to get on the Freeway so that I could listen to more of it. This book has some great twists to it and it also had me cringing, my imagination was working overtime on some of the content. The villian is chilling, he is so mentally ill, but intelligent at the same time. Where he came up with the characters I don't know but each were uniquely memorable, but I don't know if they could be resurrected in a sequel, I think the way it ended the door was left open for one. This book is excellent in it's self but what made it equally enjoyable was the reader, Mr. John Glover, his interpretation of the voices given to the characters is first rate and I feel that together with this book and his reading this is first rate commuting entertainment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was AMAZING. Ted Dekker has a way of making things realistic without boring- as if really describing a detective's life. This book made you really think, and make you feel. His characters seemed to come off the pages and to real life
bridget3420 More than 1 year ago
After four young women are found dead with the same M.O., the FBI agent on the case, Brad, knows that is facing one of the most difficult cases in his whole career. Brad wants the case to be solved and he wants it solved now. When he reaches his limit, he decides to visit the patients of Center for Wellness and Intelligence. There he makes a connection with a woman named Paradise who has seen her share of grizzly monster that can sometimes take humanity out of humans. Befriending this woman shows Brad that sometimes what is considered 'crazy' is a sign of overwhelming intelligence in some. When a friend of Brad's is murdered, he asks Paradise for help. Can they catch the killer before another victim turns up? I don't usually talk in 'text' but I have to say OMG! I cannot believe how brilliant this book is! Ted paints a beautiful picture of friendship in the midst of brutality. Ted has moved into my top ten authors of all time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome! I love Ted Dekker and I'm reading all of his books. They are sooo good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have only read the first chapter and its awesome!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very good. It was like an episode of csi or criminal minds. I loved it! Its fast paced and keeps you interested. I finished it in two days.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Scary at times... but more than the scary moments, my fascination kept me reading. Incredibly well written
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pretty interesting
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Suspenseful & keeps you at the edge of your seat!
Anji80 More than 1 year ago
Had a hard time putting my NC down! Check it out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good plot. Suspenseful. Had lots of twist and turns.
Evilfairy More than 1 year ago
Some thing just couldn't happen,but it's a story so it's ok. I enjoyed reading this.
debobo More than 1 year ago
Fast paced, kept me wanting to know what would happen next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dekker always spins a good tale
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bought this on a whim and it was really good! Grabbed my attention and I couldn't put it down!
Marinemom79 More than 1 year ago
Took a while to get a grip on the characters, but found this book worth reading. This is my first book by this author and is a good read. Although I disagree with the middle of his book in dealing with the characters, I did find it entertaining and a good mystery. Keeps you guessing about "who done it"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A real page turner,full of unexpected twists
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is an amazing read! The characters are well developed and the book keeps you engrossed from cover to cover. The story is one that makes you see things so differently from the characters point of view; you are able to empathize and before you know it, maybe even question how you yourself see others that are different or unique! Highly recommend.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was not able to put it down.. could have used a better ending
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept me interested.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well, let's see here... we've got a crazy manical evil(im sorry, "misguided") guy, a hot main guy, a beautiful coworker, an omimous looking at first but turns out to be cute agorophobic schizophrenic(i apologize for misspelled words), her charming friends and a God complex. Doesn't that alone make you wonder how everything'll turn out? Of course, the whole storyline is brilliant, and fresh. Multiple twists in the story kept me on edge. I actually cried about this book, CRIED! Personally, i don't usually take a shine to labels, companies, artists or particular authors, but recently i've been picking up a lot of Ted DekKer books, and obviously for good reason! Mr. DekKer you have once again refueled my desire to write more engaging stories. It was literally awsome. It's been a while since i've gotten a nice peaceful feeling at the end of any story i happened to pick up. Things have gotten reptitive and i started to wonder if there was anything out there that hadn't been done before.(you know, besides the nothing new under the sun thing) Nikki's death was soooo shocking! I kept hoping they'd finally run into Quinton. And when Roudy realized who it was i cheered. Brad's character was admirable, and lets face it, perfect, but his emotions were portrayed well, so that he wasnt just a cardboard cutout. Skillfully done sir. I loved momma allison, she was a great personality to add more.....personality to the story....hahaha....ugh...lack of a better word. Paradise, what can i say? She really made me think about the main charcter from DekKer's Kiss. I dont know why, but when it came to the final showdown and she stood staring Quinton in the face, i thought of Kiss. Paradise, since her introduction stealthly stole the show as the main. Loved it. To tell the truth i was imagining the whole thing as a movie, (then again thats normal whenever i read a really good BOOK). Completely forget about everything and submit my imagination to the story and all. IN CONCLUSION: Once again, literally a brilliant read. Opened my eyes to a few things, refueled my want for a few things, made me cry for a page or two, made me remember that i've still got a book left from DekKer's circle series. Praying for blessings to the writer, Sencerly-sinci- sincerli-(oh forget) READER
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It caught my attention in the beginning and held it there. Romance, mystery and suspence. Couldn't have asked for more in a book.