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Cold Feet

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by Brenda Novak

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The Seattle police suspect Madison Lieberman's father was the serial killer they call the "Sandpoint Strangler." Madison refuses to believe it. Her father is now dead, and all she wants is the chance to create a new life for herself and her six-year-old child.

Then she discovers something in the crawl space beneath her parents' house. Something that makes her


The Seattle police suspect Madison Lieberman's father was the serial killer they call the "Sandpoint Strangler." Madison refuses to believe it. Her father is now dead, and all she wants is the chance to create a new life for herself and her six-year-old child.

Then she discovers something in the crawl space beneath her parents' house. Something that makes her question her father's innocence. Or the innocence of someone else who's equally close to her…

When another woman turns up dead, crime writer Caleb Trovato wonders whether they're dealing with a copycat killer. Or is the real Sandpoint Strangler still alive? Caleb's sure Madison knows more than she's telling, and he's determined to find out what. But he doesn't expect to fall in love—or to lead Madison and her child into danger….

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Cold Feet

By Brenda Novak

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-83600-7

Chapter One

"Caleb, she's gone. Disappeared. Vanished," Holly said.

Caleb Trovato could hear the distress in his ex-wife's voice, but he wasn't about to respond to it. Everything seemed to affect her far more acutely than it would anyone else, and by virtue of the fact that they were divorced - for the second time - he didn't have to ride her emotional roller coaster anymore.

He propped the phone up with his shoulder and swiveled back to his computer to check his email, so the next few minutes wouldn't be a total waste. "Your sister's what - twenty-six? She'll turn up."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Susan's disappeared before. Remember that time she met some rich guy on an hour's layover in Vegas and let him talk her into a wild fling? We were positive something terrible had happened to her. Especially when the airline confirmed that she'd boarded the flight out of Phoenix."

"That was different," Holly retorted. "She called me the next day."

"Only because loverboy had started acting a little scary. She finally realized it might be a good thing to let someone know where she was. And she needed money to get home."

"That was almost five years ago, Caleb. She's changed.

She has a steady job at Nordstrom's cosmetics counter and she's kept her own apartment for almost a year."

The high pitch of Holly's voice brought back memories of the many outbursts he'd been forced to endure while they were married, and put his teeth on edge. "Listen, Holly, I'm sorry Susan's giving you a scare, but I'm really busy," he said, determined to escape this time. "I've got to go."

"Caleb, don't do this to me," she replied, openly crying. "I haven't bothered you for anything since our last divorce."

Caleb rolled his eyes. Wasn't that the general idea? It wasn't as if they had children together. And contrary to her claim of not bothering him, she called often. She called to borrow money. She called to ask how to file her income tax returns. She called to see if he could remember what happened to the X rays that had been taken of her leg when she'd had that waterskiing accident. She even called to see what his plans were for certain holidays.

"I don't understand what you want from me," he said in frustration.

"I haven't been able to reach Susan for almost a week. Mom and Dad haven't heard from her. Lance, the guy she's dating, hasn't heard from her. She hasn't called in at work -"

"Skipping work is nothing new for Susan, either," he pointed out.

"Caleb, she was living near the university."

At this Caleb sat forward, feeling his first flicker of alarm. Eleven women had been abducted and killed near the University of Washington over the past twelve years. Holly had lived right next door to one of them. That was how he'd met her. He'd been working for the Seattle Police Department, canvassing the apartment building of the strangler's ninth victim, looking for leads, and he'd knocked on Holly's door to check if she'd seen or heard anything.

But Caleb was certain the man who'd committed those murders was now dead. He should know. He'd spent three years on the task force investigating the case and another four continuing to help after he'd quit the Seattle PD. "Holly, the Sandpoint Strangler shot himself in his own backyard over a year ago."

She sniffed. "If you're so sure, why didn't you ever finish the book you were going to write about him?"

"There wasn't enough hard evidence to connect Ellis Purcell to the killings," Caleb admitted. "But you saw him drive away from your apartment building the night Anna was murdered. You're the one who gave us the partial plate number."

"But you could never place him inside the apartment."

"That doesn't mean he was innocent, Holly," Caleb said, making a halfhearted attempt to organize his desk while they talked. "Purcell couldn't account for his whereabouts during several of the murders. He failed two different lie-detector tests. The geographical profile done by the FBI indicated the killer lived within a five-block radius of him and his family. And he was secretive, kind of a recluse. I talked to him twice, Holly, and it always felt as though he was hiding something."

"I know all that, but when you worked for the department you searched his place three different times and never found anything."

"Some of the task force searched it. I was young enough, and new enough to the force, that I did what Gibbons told me, which was mainly behind-the-scenes grunt work. Gibbons was lead detective. He always dealt with the really important stuff. But the murders have stopped since Purcell's death," Caleb said. "That should tell you something."

"They stopped for several years after Anna's body was discovered, too," Holly argued.

"That's because the police were watching Purcell so closely he could scarcely breathe. The murders started up again as soon as that custodian, John Roach, killed a kindergarten teacher at Schwab Elementary downtown and almost everyone on the force, including Gibbons, suddenly believed we'd been barking up the wrong tree. But it was only wishful thinking."

"Then what about the woman who went missing from Spokane a couple of months ago?" Holly asked. "How do you explain that if the strangler's dead?"

"I haven't heard anything about it," he said.

"I just read an article the other day that said the police found some of that date rape drug on the floor of her car. Roach is in prison and Purcell is dead, but that sounds like the strangler to me."

Caleb still had several close friends on the force. If anything interesting had developed, Detective Gibbons or Detective Thomas would have called him. This case had meant a lot to all of them. "Have they found her body?"

"Not yet."

"Then they don't know anything. Roofies are only about two bucks per tablet, and they're easy to buy. We saw them in that pharmacy when we were in Mexico, remember?"

"So what about Susan?" she asked, with more than a hint of desperation.

She was baiting him, trying to tempt him back into her life. But it wasn't going to work this time. He no longer felt the same compulsion to rescue her that had drawn him to her in the first place. "I don't know what you want me to do."

"You used to be a cop, for God's sake! A good one. I want you to come out here and find her, Caleb."

Shoving his mouse away, Caleb turned in his new leather office chair to stare out the picture window that revealed a breathtaking view of San Francisco Bay. A panorama of blue-green, undulating ocean dotted with at least twenty colorful sailboats was spread out before him. "I live in California now, Holly." As if to prove how necessary it was that he remain in his current surroundings, he added, "I have someone coming to lay new carpet next week."


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Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak has penned over 45 novels. A two-time Rita nominee, she's won The National Reader's Choice, The Bookseller's Best, The Bookbuyer's Best and many other awards. She runs an annual online auction for diabetes research every May at www.brendanovak.com. To date, she’s raised over $2 million. Brenda considers herself lucky to be a mother of five and married to the love of her life.

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Cold Feet 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good read with suspence and romance!
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I almost put this book back as I browsed for books while waiting for a prescription to be filled. I had read the back and really liked the description, but when I opened it and saw Harlequin I said oh no unrealistic story. THere was one line in the blurb on the back that really attaracted me it said, 'He doesn't expect to fall in love or to lead Madison and her child into danger.' Now that sounded like my kind of book so I took a chance and I was not disappointed. Ms Novak kept me engrossed from cover to cover. I did not figure out who did the murders until page 303 (don't you turn there), getting there is all the fun. I was very surprised. Buy this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Let's get this straight..Romance, yeah right! It's (romance) just not my cup of tea err..coffee. DO NOT start this book unless you have time to finish it!!! Brenda Novak hooks you from the beginning. Caleb's a famous true-crime author who receives a frantic phone call from his ex-wife telling him that her sister is missing. Since Susan has run off before in a whim, he's not to concerned but Hope persuades him to come and help her find Susan by appealing to his author's instincts as Caleb started a novel years ago about the Sandpoint killer. Madison has lived the past twelve years maintaining her father's innocence as a serial killer. Finding evidence in her mother's crawl space that would further implicate her father, Madison debates whether or not to turn the box over to the police. Madison's mother has decided to sell the house but before she does, Madison must retrieve the box, only to find that contents has been removed. Who could had motive to do this? Her brother Tye, who has an explosive temper or her brother, Johnny who has been in and out of prison due to his drug addiction. In the meantime, the killer has struck again. Was it a copycat murder or was it the original Sandpoint serial killer? I don't want to ruin the ending by giving anything away. Buy the book and find out the surprising ending. For the romance lovers, yes, this book has romance for you but it's tasteful, well done and believable. :-)
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put it down. Once I got started that was it. I couldn't put down Brenda's newest book Cold Feet until I found out ¿who done it¿. I¿m an avid reader and movie go¿er and I can usually figure out who the bad guy is. I was wrong more than once in reading Cold Feet and I was so completely surprised at the end I was dumbfounded. Thank you Brenda for putting your talent on paper for the rest of us to enjoy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Brenda Novak has done it again. Cold feet is a masterpiece of suspense and romance. Brenda keeps you wondering to the very end as to who the killer is. Wonderfully written. I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves suspense and romance!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by this author and I enjoyed it. It's a quick, entertaining read. I would read another by this author.
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J: Great story, read it in one day. Kept me guessing to the very end. The relationship was so believable. Just loved it.
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Good book
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I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Bought it at an airport shop to read on the plane and could not put it down. I'm not usually into romance type, like suspense more...but this had it ALL! I'm going to read A Family of Her Own next. It sounds great! Brenda Novak knows how to get to you.
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U still here were havin nook sex its ur turn goo
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Here is your first clue--- this is an everlasting candy made by willy wonka. Search it and go to the second result.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
THanks. Gives sunpelt a drink and washes sunpelts fur with it.