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Damaged (Maggie O'Dell Series #8)

Damaged (Maggie O'Dell Series #8)

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by Alex Kava

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In this thrilling installment of the New York Times bestselling series, Special Agent Maggie O’Dell puts herself in the path of a hurricane to investigate a mysterious murder.

While the Coast Guard is preparing Pensacola Beach for a severe hurricane, they find an oversized fishing cooler filled with body parts tightly


In this thrilling installment of the New York Times bestselling series, Special Agent Maggie O’Dell puts herself in the path of a hurricane to investigate a mysterious murder.

While the Coast Guard is preparing Pensacola Beach for a severe hurricane, they find an oversized fishing cooler filled with body parts tightly wrapped in plastic floating offshore.  Special Agent Maggie O’Dell is sent to investigate, despite the fact that she is putting herself in the projected path of the hurricane. She’s able to trace the torso in the cooler back to a man who mysteriously disappeared weeks earlier after a hurricane hit the Atlantic coast of Florida. How did his body end up six hundred miles away in the Gulf of Mexico?  Using her signature keen instincts and fearless investigating, O’Dell discovers Florida’s seedy underworld and the shady characters who inhabit it.  Damaged is Alex Kava’s most terrifying thriller yet.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
At the start of Kava's exciting, if grisly, eighth Maggie O'Dell novel (after Black Friday), Liz Bailey, a 27-year-old Coast Guard rescue swimmer, retrieves a stainless steel cooler from Florida's Pensacola Bay. Inside are human body parts. FBI special agent Maggie and Charlie Wurth, the Department of Homeland Security's deputy director, once again team to investigate. Meanwhile, Maggie's hunky new boyfriend, Col. Benjamin Platt, comes to Florida in search of monstrous bacteria killing too many soldiers. The two cases connect through a body-parts broker who calls himself Joe Black. Black may be as charming as Brad Pitt, who played Death in the film Meet Joe Black, but he's a cold-blooded murderer who uses natural disasters and shady funeral directors, like Liz's brother-in-law, to stock his business. Maggie must venture into the eye of Hurricane Isaac as this intense thriller builds to an eye-popping revelation that will leave fans eager for the sequel. 6-city author tour. (July)
Kirkus Reviews
As Hurricane Isaac bears down on Florida, a grisly discovery off the Gulf Coast plunges FBI profiler Maggie O'Dell into a mystery with far-reaching implications. Dispatched to check out a capsized boat in the roiling Gulf Waters, Coast Guard rescue swimmer Elizabeth Bailey gets two nasty surprises. First, the tiny craft is nothing more than a watertight storage container. Second, the container, which Liz retrieves at some peril, holds a severed human foot. Thanks to the miracles of modern forensics and databases, the foot will eventually be identified as that of Vince Coffland, who disappeared from Port St. Lucie, 600 nautical miles away, during a hurricane. Long before then, however, Kava's frantic cross-cutting-at one point she interrupts another thrilling sea-rescue sequence for a discussion of what sort of infection has killed an Afghan War vet back in a Pensacola hospital-will have tangled her cast in a complicated web. Readers are invited to connect the dots among profiler Maggie O'Dell; her physician lover, Col. Benjamin Platt, who's investigating a baffling outbreak of infections among service veterans; Liz's father, Navy veteran Walter Bailey; his son-in-law, funeral director Scott Larsen; and Joe Black, the mysterious Death Salesman who's paying Scott serious money to store corpses he's farming for body parts. Maggie (Black Friday, 2009, etc.) gets upstaged at every step by the hurricane, but at least it provides her the occasion for an all-too-brief confrontation with the villain who's pulling the strings. A faster-paced version of those disaster movies from the '70s. Author tour to New York, Washington, D.C., Phoenix, Houston, San Francisco, Los Angeles
From the Publisher
“Read this gripping, can’t-put-it-down thriller.  O’Dell could be Reacher’s long lost twin.” —Lee Child

“Rip-roaring action that only builds in intensity with every page. . . . A true thriller!” —Tess Gerritsen

“Contains all the hard-core thrills her readers expect.” —Palm Beach Post
“This intense thriller builds to an eye-popping revelation that will leave fans eager for the sequel.” —Publishers Weekly 

“This action-packed thriller... will appeal to the adrenaline junkies.” —Booklist

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Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
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Maggie O'Dell Series , #8
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9.54(w) x 6.64(h) x 1.03(d)

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A Maggie O'Dell Novel
By Alex Kava


Copyright © 2010 Alex Kava
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385531993

SATURDAY, August 22

Chapter 1

Pensacola Bay 

Pensacola, Florida

Elizabeth Bailey didn't like what she saw. Even now,after their H-65 helicopter came down into a hover less than two hundred feetabove the rolling Gulf, the object in the water still looked like a containerand certainly not a capsized boat. There were no thrashing arms or legs. Nobobbing heads. No one needing to be rescued, as far as she could see. YetLieutenant Commander Wilson, their aircrew pilot, insisted they check it out.What he really meant was that Liz would check it out.

A Coast Guard veteran at only twenty-seven years old, AST3 Liz Bailey knew she had chalked up more rescues in two days over NewOrleans after Hurricane Katrina than Wilson had in his entire two-year career.Liz had dropped onto rickety apartment balconies, scraped her knees on wind-batteredroofs, and waded through debris-filled water that smelled of raw sewage.

She dared not mention any of this. It didn't matter how many search and rescues she'd performed, because at the moment she was thenewbie at Air Station Mobile, and she'd need to prove herself all over again.To add insult to injury, within her first week someone had decorated thewomen's locker room by plastering downloaded photos of her from a 2005 issue ofPeople magazine. Her superiors insisted that the feature article would be good PR for the Coast Guard, especially when other military and government agencieswere taking a beating over their response to Katrina. But in an organizationwhere attention to individual and ego could jeopardize team missions, herunwanted notoriety threatened to be the kiss of death for her career. Fouryears later, it still followed her around like a curse.

By comparison, what Wilson was asking probably seemedtame. So what if the floating container might be a fisherman's cooler washed overboard?  What was the harm in checking it out? Except that rescue swimmers were trained to risk their lives in order to save otherlives, not to retrieve inanimate objects. In fact, there was an unwritten ruleabout it. After several swimmers who were asked to haul up bales of drugstested positive for drug use, apparently from their intimate contact in thewater, it was decided the risk to the rescue team was too great. Wilson musthave missed that memo.

Besides, rescue swimmers could also elect not to deploy.In other words, she could tell Lieutenant Commander less-than-a-thousand-flight-hoursWilson that "hell no," she wasn't jumping into the rough waters forsome fisherman's discarded catch of the day.

Wilson turned in his seat to look at her. From the tiltof his square chin he reminded her of a boxer daring a punch. The glint in hiseyes pinned her down, his helmet's visor slid up for greater impact. He didn'tneed to say out loud what his body language said for him: "So, Bailey, areyou a prima donna or are you a team player?"

Liz wasn't stupid. She knew that as one of less than adozen women rescue swimmers, she was a rare breed. She was used to having toconstantly prove herself. She recognized the stakes in the water as well asthose in the helicopter. These were the men she'd have to trust to pull herback up when she dangled by a cable seventy feet below, out in the open, overangry seas, sometimes spinning in the wind.

Liz had learned early on that she was expected to performa number of complicated balancing acts. While it was necessary to be fiercelyindependent and capable of working alone, she also understood what thevulnerabilities were. Her life was ultimately in the hands of the crew above.Today and next week and the week after next, it would be these guys. And untilthey felt like she had truly proven herself, she would continue to be "therescue swimmer" instead of "our rescue swimmer."

Liz kept her hesitation to herself, avoided Wilson's eyes, and pretended to be more interested in checking out the water below. Shesimply listened. Inside her helmet, via the ICS (internal communicationsystem), Wilson started relaying their strategy, telling his copilot,Lieutenant Junior Grade Tommy Ellis, and their flight mechanic, AST3 PeteKesnick, to prepare for a direct deployment using the RS (rescue swimmer) andthe basket. He was already reducing their position from two hundred feet toeighty feet.

"Might just be an empty fishing cooler,"Kesnick said.

Liz watched him out of the corner of her eyes. Kesnick didn'tlike this, either. The senior member of the aircrew, Kesnick had a tannedweathered face with crinkle lines at his eyes and mouth that never changed,never telegraphed whether he was angry or pleased.

"Or it might be cocaine," Ellis countered."They found fifty kilos washed ashore someplace in Texas."

"McFaddin Beach," Wilson filled in."Sealed and wrapped in thick plastic. Someone missed a drop-off orpanicked and tossed it. Could be what we have here."

"Then shouldn't we radio it in and leave it for acutter to pick up?" Kesnick said as he glanced at Liz. She could tell hewas trying to let her know that he'd back her if she elected not to deploy.

Wilson noticed the glance. "It's up to you, Bailey.What do you want to do?"

She still didn't meet his eyes, didn't want to give himthe satisfaction of seeing even a hint of her reluctance.

"We should use the medevac board instead of thebasket," she said. "It'll be easier to slide it under the containerand strap it down."

Knowing he was surprised by her response, she simplyremoved her flight helmet, cutting off communication. If Ellis or Kesnick had something to say about her, she dared them to say it after her attempt atnonchalance.

She fingered strands of her hair back under her surf capand strapped on her lightweight Seda helmet. She attached the gunner's belt to her harness, positioned the quick strop over her shoulders, made sure to keep the friction slide close to the hoist hook. Finished, she moved to the door ofthe helicopter, squatted in position, and waited for Kesnick's signal.

She couldn't avoid looking at him. They had done thisroutine at least half a dozen times since she started at the air station. She suspected that Pete Kesnick treated her no differently than he had beentreating rescue swimmers for the last fifteen years of his career as a Coastieflight mechanic and hoist operator. Even now, he didn't second-guess her,though his steel-blue eyes studied her a second longer than usual before heflipped down his visor.

He tapped her on the chest, the signal for"ready"-two gloved fingers practically at her collarbone. Probablynot the same tap he used with male rescue swimmers. Liz didn't mind. It was a small thing, done out of respect more than anything else.

She released the gunner's belt, gave Kesnick a thumbs-upto tell him she was ready. She maintained control over the quick strop as hehoisted her clear of the deck. Then he stopped. Liz readjusted herself as thecable pulled tight. She turned and gave Kesnick another thumbs-up and descendedinto the rolling waters.

Without a survivor in the water Liz quickly assessed thesituation. The container was huge. By Liz's estimates, at least forty incheslong and twenty inches wide and deep. She recognized the battered whitestainless steel as a commercial-grade marine cooler. A frayed tie-down floatedfrom its handle bracket. Frayed, not cut. So maybe its owner hadn't intended toditch it, after all. She grabbed the tie-down, which was made of bright yellow-and-bluestrands twisted into a half-inch-thick rope, and looped it through her harnessto keep the cooler from bobbing away in the rotor wash of the helicopter.

She signaled Kesnick: her left arm raised, her right armcrossing over her head and touching her left elbow. She was ready for them todeploy the medevac board.

The bobbing container fought against her, pushing andpulling with each wave, not able to go any farther than the rope attached to herbelt allowed. It took two attempts but within fifteen minutes Liz had thefishing cooler attached to the medevac board. She cinched the restraints tight,hooked it to the cable, and raised her arm again, giving a thumbs-up.

No records broken, but by the time Kesnick hoisted herback into the helicopter, she could tell her crew was pleased. Not impressed,but pleased. It was a small step.

Lieutenant Commander Wilson still looked impatient. Lizbarely caught her breath, but yanked off her Seda helmet, exchanging it for herflight helmet with the communications gear inside. She caught Wilson in the middle of instructing Kesnick to open the latch.

"Shouldn't we wait?" Kesnick tried being thediplomat.

"It's not locked. Just take a peek."

Liz slid out of the way and to the side of the cabin,unbuckling the rest of her gear. She didn't want any part of this. As far asshe was concerned, her job was finished.

Kesnick paused and at first she thought he would refuse.He moved to her side and pushed back his visor, avoiding her eyes. The child-safetylatch slid back without effort but he had to use the palm of his hand to shovethe snap lock free. Liz saw him draw in a deep breath before he flung open thelid.

The first thing Liz noticed was the fish-measuring rulermolded into the lid. It seemed an odd thing to notice but later it would stickin her mind. A fetid smell escaped but it wasn't rotten fish. More like openinga Dumpster.

Inside she could see what looked like thick plastic wrapencasing several oblong objects, one large and four smaller. Not the squarebundles that might be cocaine.

"Well?" Wilson asked, trying to glance over his shoulder.

Kesnick poked at one of the smaller bundles with a glovedfinger. It flipped over. The plastic was more transparent on this side andsuddenly the content was unmistakable.

His eyes met Liz's and now the ever calm, poker-facedKesnick looked panicked.

"I think it's a foot," he said.


"I think it's a goddamn human foot."


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Meet the Author

ALEX KAVA’s two stand-alone novels and seven novels featuring FBI profiler Maggie O’Dell have been published in more than twenty countries, appearing on the bestseller lists in Britain, Australia, Poland, Germany, and Italy. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. Alex divides her time between Omaha, Nebraska, and Pensacola, Florida.

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TheCrowdedLeaf More than 1 year ago
Maggie O'Dell can't ever relax. As an FBI profiler for murder cases, she's frequently in the line of fire (and other unpleasant things) when she's trying to do her job. Barely off a case where she's blamed for not predicting the killer would return to his hide-out, she's rushed off to Pensacola, Florida where a cooler full of body parts is found floating in the ocean. It would seem an easy task, if it weren't for the Category 4 hurricane heading her way. Damaged is Alex Kava's eighth Maggie O'Dell novel, and though I haven't read the first seven, I would definitely give them a go someday. I didn't feel like I was missing any incredibly important detail from the earlier books, because Kava slips in tidbits when they are needed. The writing is intuitive and natural, the plot is intriguing, and though it isn't hard to figure out who the murderer is, it's fun watching Maggie solve the mystery. Damaged is fairly short, only 255 pages of actual text, and some chapters are only a page and a half. I think some of the passages could have been lengthened, gaps filled in with more detail to make the book fully resonate. The ingredients are all there, and they represent a tasty dish, but the heartiness of a home-cooked meal is missing. Regardless, Damaged is still an enjoyable read. If you're looking for a quick and easy suspense book for the beach next weekend, pick up a copy when it's released on July 13.
jenpalombi More than 1 year ago
I have to say that I really enjoyed Damaged. It has been awhile since I've read anything in this genre (and by that I mean "FBI-profiler-seeks-serial-killer" stuff) because frankly I think that it's been seriously overdone. While the premise of such a novel is hardly original, I think that Kava does a good job of keeping this story fresh. It is set in the path of a Category 5 hurricane, which adds an element of interest, and has a very smart plot with subplots that are all equally interesting. As I mentioned, this is my first Maggie O'Dell novel, but it will certainly not be my last. Damaged is fast-paced with super-short chapters. a perfect beach read. While prior Maggie O'Dell cases were referenced throughout the book, I never found myself at a loss, though I may have understood some of her personal relationships better if I had read some of the earlier titles. FBI profiler stories have become a dime a dozen over the years, so Kava's ability to create an interesting story line populated with believable (and not over-the-top) characters is a testament to her genuine talent. The great thing about this book is that it essentially takes three separate story lines and gradually intertwines them into one seamless thriller. Damaged is creatively and intelligently written and I look forward to backtracking through the rest of the series to see if they are all also done this well. The Bottom Line: A terrific psychological thriller that will restore your faith in the genre.
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Always like Alex Kava
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I have read the first 8 Maggie Dell books in the series and can't wait to read Hotwire. If I could change anything about them, it would be Maggie's rescues at the end. Alex Kava's books are so fascinating and hold your attention because she is so detailed you are immersed in her stories as if you are there on the sidelines watching like a fly on the wall. But when it comes to the climax of the story, it's like Maggie just comes in and it's over - no nail-biting tension in her rescue - it's over before you realize it and you're reading the aftermath. Alex, you are such a compelling writer, please give me more at the rescue climax! But no matter, I will continue to read your grippingnovels as long as you continue to write them. Thank you, Alex, for providing such wonderful entertainment in so many different subject matters!
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Suspensemag More than 1 year ago
This thriller is a fast read. Not because it's short, but because it's so hard to put down non-stop action. The short chapters, mostly five to six pages long, move the reader through the book like the hurricane sweeps through the story. Hurricane Isaac is heading straight for Pensacola, Florida. It has already hit Jamaica as a category-4 storm, which means its winds were 131 to 155 miles per hour and caused "devastating" damage, killing dozens of people. It soon picks up to a catagory-5 with winds 156 miles per hour or greater and capable of causing "catastrophic" damage. Some residents of Pensacola-the ones who rode out the last storm-don't believe it will hit dead on, but most of the area is evacuating. Meanwhile, Elizabeth Bailey, a twenty-seven-year-old Coast Guard rescue swimmer and veteran of Hurricane Katrina, is part of a team who discovers a floating cooler of horror, full of body parts. They're not even all from the same body. Meanwhile.Maggie O'Dell, FBI special agent and profiler, returns from a bloody shootout to be sent by her unfriendly boss into the hurricane's path to help investigate the discovery. No time to recover. Meanwhile.Colonel Benjamin Platt, an infectious disease expert and a guy Maggie would like to have as more than a friend, is sent to the same area to see if he can figure out what's happening to cause some mysterious deaths among military patients. Meanwhile.a funeral director named Scott, who is Elizabeth Bailey's brother-in-law, is getting himself involved in something that he knows should make him a lot of money. He doesn't exactly realize what it is though. The threads are woven together expertly against the backdrop of the impending storm, which is picking up power and heading straight for all these characters. The climax will keep you on the edge of your seat. Reviewed by Kaye George, author of "Choke" for Suspense Magazine
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