Dead Run [NOOK Book]

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"I'm in trouble, Liz. I've uncovered something . . . They're watching . . . I'm going for help tonight and will contact you as soon as I'm able."

That panicked message on her answering machine was the last time Liz Ames heard from her sister Rachel. The police believe Rachel Howard, pastor of Paradise Christian Church in Key West, Florida, suffered an emotional breakdown and ran off. Her behavior had become ...

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Overview

"I'm in trouble, Liz. I've uncovered something . . . They're watching . . . I'm going for help tonight and will contact you as soon as I'm able."

That panicked message on her answering machine was the last time Liz Ames heard from her sister Rachel. The police believe Rachel Howard, pastor of Paradise Christian Church in Key West, Florida, suffered an emotional breakdown and ran off. Her behavior had become increasingly bizarre, her sermons dark, frightening. Besides, women didn't meet untimely ends on the island paradise. The police quickly closed the case.

But Liz is convinced her sister's disappearance wasn't self-imposed. Fleeing a shattered marriage and a career on hold, Liz moves to Key West to prove her suspicions, her only clues her sister's cryptic phone message and a page from Rachel's journal bearing the Image of a strange, horned flower.

Liz isn't on the island twenty-four hours when a successful banker, a man with everything to live for, jumps to his death from his bedroom window. Then a teenage girl whom Rachel was counseling is found brutally murdered in the garden of Paradise Christian Church. The ritualistic style of the killing is hauntingly similar to that used by the notorious "New Testament" serial killer — now on death row. Could the teenager's murder be the work of a copycat killer? And what was the girl's relationship to Rachel?

The police have logical explanations for it all. They don't believe these events are linked. Everywhere Liz turns, she encounters disbelief and suspicion. Only Rick Wells is willing to listen. Wells once had a promising career as a Miami cop . . . until his life fell apart. He missed a chance to work the "New Testament" investigation, but he knows the case and believes its similarities to what's happening in Key West are too great to ignore.

Together they struggle to uncover the unspeakable evil at the heart of this seemingly idyllic community. But each step closer to the truth brings more questions — and more death. For sinister forces lurk within paradise — and no one seems able to escape, not even at a . . . dead run.

Erica Spindler's bestselling novels include Bone Cold, All Fall Down, Cause for Alarm, Shocking Pink and Fortune. She lives in the New Orleans area with her husband, an advertising executive, and their two sons.

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Editorial Reviews

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Troubled teenagers, a satanic cult, a serial killer and hurricane-force evil disturb the island paradise of Key West in Spindler's latest chiller. Divorced family counselor Liz Ames relocates from St. Louis to Key West to investigate the disappearance of her sister, Pastor Rachel Howard, who left Liz a mysterious phone message about a teenaged girl, illegal activities and threats to her life. Local police chief Val Lopez does not share Liz's certainty that her sister has fallen victim to foul play, nor is hers the only island mystery confronting police: a wealthy loan officer with deviant tastes has plummeted to his death, a suspected suicide; another bank employee is reported missing before her body washes ashore, a suspected homicide; and just as Liz gets to know her, a teenage girl is brutally murdered and mutilated, her runaway boyfriend the prime suspect. Liz seeks help from Rick Wells, Miami cop-turned-bar owner and close friend of the police chief; Rachel's successor, Pastor Tim; and Heather Ferguson, the blonde bombshell owner of a bikini boutique. Not knowing which locals she can trust, Liz (who's not entirely honest herself) heads into the eye of a hurricane and a classic confrontation between good and evil. Spindler (Bone Cold; All Fall Down) demonstrates the power of faith over satanic forces with campy descriptions of both and embellishes her by-the-numbers thriller with savvy amounts of sex and moral outrage, investigation and confrontation, psychology and romance. Agent, Evan Marshall. (June) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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"A classic confrontation between good and evil."--Publishers Weekly

"Solid characters, a great setting and a really good plot."--Globe and Mail

"It's time for another pulse-pounding, page-turning, absolutely can't-put-it-down roller coaster ride of a read!" -Lisa Gardner, author of The Neighbor, on Blood Vines

"Intoxicating suspense...Best served with a glass of your favorite wine for a sleepless one-night read." -Alex Kava, author of Black Friday, on Blood Vines

"A masterful thriller that causes serious tingling in the spinal region."
-Daily Record on Breakneck

"The body count rises at a dizzying pace, and Spindler's clean writing style keeps the plot moving along." -Star Magazine on Breakneck

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459280410
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 12/1/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 50,959
  • File size: 686 KB

Meet the Author

Erica Spindler


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Key West, Florida
Friday, July 13, 2001

11:00 p.m.

Pastor Rachel Howard peered out the bedroom's rear window, struggling to see past the sheets of rain. Thunder shook the one- hundred-and-twenty-year-old parsonage, followed immediately by a flash of lightning so bright it stung her eyes.

She shrank back from the ground-floor window, retreating to the absolute darkness of the room once more. She didn't want them, the ones who watched, to suspect what she was up to. They were coming for her. She didn't know who they were, only that there were many of them.

He was more powerful than she had imagined. Craftier. More vile.

She had underestimated his reach. An error. A fatal one, she feared.

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, words from the Twenty-third Psalm running through her head, comforting her. Drowning out the litany of other voices, ones no one but she could hear.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me.

She planned to escape tonight and head to the mainland. Once safe, she would decide her best course of action. If she made it.

A sense of calm came over her; a momentary peace. In death his glory awaited. No matter the outcome of this night, the darkness would not have her.

Rachel opened her eyes and inched toward the window once more, clutching the envelope in her hands more tightly. Her friend would come despite the storm. He wouldn't let her down.

She prayed he wouldn't.

And she prayed she hadn't endangered his life by asking for his help.

She imagined their laughter, their tauntings. She amused them, she knew. Her Lord amused them.

Thunder boomed again, reverberating through her. In the flash of lightning she saw her friend dart across the garden, a shapeless figure in a rain-slicked poncho.

Moments later he appeared at the window. Gratitude and affection flooded her senses; tears stung her eyes. She lifted the window and handed him the envelope.

"Take it. Make sure my sister gets it." He nodded but didn't speak. "Now go, quickly."

He hesitated a moment, then turned and disappeared into the storm.

Rachel wasted no time. She grabbed her raincoat and umbrella, purse and car keys, and slipped out into the night. Flower petals littered the path before her, tom from the canopy of branches above by the wind and rain, the bruised poinciana blossoms forming a kind of bloody carpet.

Her Toyota was parked around the back of the parsonage. She started for it, working to keep her pace leisurely enough not to call attention to herself. She didn't want them to guess what she was up to.

The rain beat down on her umbrella, sluicing over the sides, splattering at her feet. Her lips moved as she silently spoke the words of the Apostles' Creed:

I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord. I believe in —

She heard a sound from behind her. She stopped and turned, heart thundering in her chest. "Stephen?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Is that you?"

The rain stopped. The wind died. She felt the breath of death stir against her face, its stench as foul as the grave.

With a cry, Rachel broke into a run. The parking area in sight, she stumbled on a loose paver. Her car keys slipped from her fingers, clattering against the walkway. She scrambled to retrieve them.

She closed her fingers around the keys. The bushes rustled; she heard a soft laugh. She twisted her head, looking back. Lightning flashed; she caught the glint of metal as it arced through the darkness.

"No!" She leaped to her feet and ran, tripping once but righting herself.

She reached her car, curled her fingers around the door handle and yanked. The door popped open. She heard them following her. Without looking back, she scrambled behind the wheel and slammed the door shut. She hit the lock and attempted to insert the key into the ignition, her hands shaking so badly it took her three tries.

Finally the engine sputtered, then turned over. Sobbing with relief, she threw the car into Reverse and floored the accelerator. The vehicle shot backward, fishtailing on the wet pavement.

Rachel shifted to Drive and gunned the engine. As the car leaped forward, she whispered a prayer of thanks. She had done it! She was going to make it.

Rachel dared a glance back, searching for her pursuers, unable to see past the wall of rain. She returned her gaze to the road. Her headlights fell across something blocking her way. A figure, she realized, standing in the middle of the road.

A scream ripping past her lips, Rachel simultaneously yanked the wheel to the right and jammed on the brakes. The car lurched sideways, sliding on the wet pavement, going into a three-sixty spin. Rachel fought to regain control of the vehicle, praying for a miracle. Knowing it was too late.

The vehicle jettisoned off the pavement. A tree rushed up to meet the car. Rachel threw up her arms to shield her face as the impact sent her flying forward.

Chapter 2

Key West, Florida
Wednesday, October 31

1:30 p.m.

Liz stood in front of the Old Town storefront she had rented to serve as both her office and her living quarters. As she watched, the building's maintenance engineer hung her shingle above the door.

Elizabeth Ames. LCSW. Family Counseling.

She drew in a deep breath, working to quell her sudden attack of nerves. Duval Street, for heaven's sake. What had she been thinking when she had leased this property? The location was totally inappropriate for a counselor's office, the rent exorbitant.

The number-one tourist destination on Key West, Duval Street was often described as the longest street in America because it stretched from the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico. Liz glanced to her right, then left. People streamed around her, most wearing shorts and sandals, their exposed skin as pink as a well-boiled shrimp. Obviously, sunglasses, baseball caps and fanny packs were di rigueur here. As was transportation by bicycle or motor scooter.

She shifted her gaze to the street. Choked with a mix of bicycles, scooters, automobiles and the occasional Harley, traffic moved with the rhythm of a school of shiny kingfish. They had all come to enjoy paradise, to sample Duval Street's spicy gumbo of shops, bars, restaurants and art galleries.

Ironically, Duval Street was also home to the oldest church on Key West, Paradise Christian. Rachel's church. The last place Rachel had been seen alive.

Liz glanced to her right. She could see Paradise Christian's startlingly white bell towers over the tops of the banyan and cabbage palm trees. A bar called Rick's Island Hideaway separated her storefront from the church.

A lump formed in her throat. This was the closest she had been to Rachel in nearly a year. She missed her so much it hurt.

"Okay, yes?"

It took a moment to realize the maintenance man had spoken. When she looked at him, he grinned down at her, his teeth bright against the backdrop of his dark, leathery complexion. She guessed he was of Cuban descent, not a huge stretch of logic as Key West was actually closer to Havana than Miami.

"Yes" she replied, forcing a smile. "Perfect."

He climbed down the ladder. "Key West, she is like a mysterious woman, she gets in your blood and won't let you go." He flashed his startlingly white smile. "Or for you, a potent man. You will be happy here."

Liz let out a shaky breath and murmured her agreement, feeling like a complete fraud. She hated Key West already. It had taken her sister from her.

He closed the stepladder and hoisted it onto his broad shoulder. "Have a beautiful day!"

Liz watched him walk away, then wandered into the office and busied herself unpacking books and office supplies, filling drawers and shelves, trying to achieve organization out of chaos. Difficult to do when her emotions were more of a jumble than the contents of her moving boxes. One moment found her near tears, the next fueled by an awesome determination.

Her therapist had warned that she might feel this way. He had begged her not to come to Key West. She wasn't ready, he had insisted. She had suffered a nervous breakdown; she was emotionally fragile. Too fragile to be reliving Rachel's last days in an effort to discover what happened to her.

Guilt swamped Liz. If only she hadn't attended that convention. Rachel had called; she had left a panicked, crazy-sounding message. One about having uncovered illegal activities on the island, one that involved a teenager in her flock. She had been threatened. They were watching her, how many of them she didn't know. She was going for help and would contact Liz soon. She had ended the message by begging Liz to pray for her — and to stay away from Key West.

She fought the guilt. The urge to fall apart. She had completed the application process that validated her license to practice clinical social work in Florida. She had closed her St. Louis practice, rented out her house, stored all but the most essential of her belongings and moved with the rest down here. Ready or not, she had to do this.

Liz crossed the office, stopping at the front window. She stared blindly out at the street, thoughts filled with Rachel.

Where are you, sis? What happened to you?

And where was I when you needed me?

The last cut her to the quick, and Liz swallowed hard, struggling to focus on the facts as she knew them. Sunday, July 15, Rachel had failed to show up for church. Concerned, one of the congregation had gone to the parsonage to look for her. They had found the door unlocked, the house empty.

The police had been called. They had found no evidence suggesting foul play. No body. No blood, overturned chairs or other signs of a struggle. Her car had been missing, but her clothes, toiletries and other personal items had remained.

Because of the lack of evidence, they believed Rachel had either fallen victim to a bizarre accident or suffered a mental breakdown that caused her to run off.

The authorities leaned toward the latter explanation. For if Rachel had been involved in an accident, why hadn't it been reported? Where was her car? Her plate and license number had been taxed to every law enforcement agency in the state. Every hospital and morgue in south Florida had been sent her picture. Nothing had turned up.

She had been acting strangely, they said. The members of her congregation had reported that suddenly the tone of her sermons had changed from gentle and forgiving to fire and brimstone, all sin and no redemption. The messages had become so frightening that families with small children had stayed away, fearful their children would suffer nightmares.

Liz didn't buy it. Rachel was the most stable person she had ever known. Even as a kid, her sister hadn't been affected by life's ups and downs, not the way Liz had been. Rachel had remained centered no matter the crisis she encountered: a new school, a broken relationship, a failing grade, their parents' constant bickering.

Not only had Rachel been able to put it all into perspective and move on, she had been there for Liz. Supporting and encouraging her. Shoring her up when fear or uncertainty had overwhelmed her.

Liz had asked once how she did it. She'd answered that her absolute faith in God protected her. She believed in his divine plan. And with believing, with faith, came peace.

So, what had happened to turn her sister from a gentle preacher, one who believed in sharing the story of God's great love and forgiveness, into the person the police described?

Liz suspected she knew the answer to that. The illegal activities Rachel had spoken of in her message. She had been frightened. She had warned Liz that "they" could be listening. That "they" meant her harm. That she was going for help.

Liz feared the "they" Rachel had spoken of had killed her.

She fisted her fingers. She had shared her sister's message and her suspicions with the police. Instead of convincing them to re-open their investigation, the information had validated their own belief that Rachel had suffered a mental breakdown.

A burst of laughter jarred her out of her thoughts. A group of teenagers had congregated outside her storefront. They appeared to range in age from early to late teens; one of them carried a baby in a papoose on her back. Unkempt, dressed in ragged jeans and tie-dyed T-shirts, they looked like street kids. Throwbacks to the hippies of the 1960s.

The Rainbow Nation kids, Liz realized. Her sister had told her about them. Unlike sixties-era hippies, however, the Rainbow Nation was a highly organized, international network that even boasted a Web site. They traveled from one warm climate to another, panhandling for a living. Here, they had claimed Christmas Tree Island — an uninhabited spoil island created by dredging refuse and covered with pine trees — as their own. Rachel had wanted to minister to them, had promised herself that bringing them the Word would be one of her missions.

Had Rachel acted on that promise? Liz wondered, moving her gaze over the group, settling on the broad shoulders and back of the tallest of them. Or had her ministry on Key West ended before she'd had a chance?

As if the young man felt her scrutiny, he turned and looked directly at her, his dark gaze uncomfortably intense. A slow smile crept across his face, one that conveyed both amusement and malevolence.

Liz told herself to laugh or shoot him back a cocky smile. She found herself unable to do so. Instead, she stood frozen, heart thumping so hard against the wall of her chest that it hurt.

A moment later he broke the connection, turned and left with his friends.

Liz released a shaky breath and rubbed her arms, chilled. Why had he looked at her that way? What about her had earned his contempt?

She shifted her gaze slightly, taking in her own reflection in the glass. Thin, pate face. Medium-brown hair, green eyes, mouth slightly too wide for her face.

She used to be attractive, she thought. She had possessed one of those bold smiles, the kind that both inspired confidence and put others at ease. People had been drawn to her. They had liked her.

Where had that bold smile gone? she wondered. The self-assurance that had sometimes bordered on cockiness? When had she become so fearful?

No. Liz lifted her chin and gazed defiantly at her own reflection. She wasn't afraid. She had come to Key West for Rachel. She would discover what had happened to her, with or without the help of the police.

She would do it no matter the cost to herself.

Copyright (c) 2002 Erica Spindler

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2012

    Alyssa

    At first i was unsure if i would like this book and as said in another comment, there were a lot of characters to remember, however all of the characters tie together nicely in the end and i wasnt able to put the book down!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 1, 2011

    Dead Run

    This is another great thriller from Erica Spindler. When Liz's sister Rachel leaves a chilling message on her answering machine, it was the last time she heard from her sister before she disappeared. Now Liz's compelled to go to Key West and check out the church she was a pastor at. From there, things go awry. Someone commits suicide. And a teen Rachel counseled is found there. It's up to Liz to find out, why isn't everyone helping her find her sister, except for Rick Wells, a journalist who investigated the "New Testament" serial killings. Together, they find the truth of the secret cult in the church, and were shocked to find out who was behind it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2010

    Dead Run

    When I first read this book, I thought that Elizabeth Ames was a little crazy. The part where Tara was brutally murdered kind of surprised me because I didn't think that the author would describe how horrible she had been killed, but she did. When I came to the part where everyone was suspecting Stephen St. John, I actually thought that it was him who was the killer, but it wasn't. Toward the ending of the book, it surprised me that Valentine Lopez would be the murderer. At first, I thought it was actually a gang of teenagers killing other citizens just for no good reason. Lopez killed one of his coworkers, Carla Chapman because I guess because she would probably learn that it was him and Heather Ferguson who had killed all those innocent people. People who had others that cared for them, and who also probably had families. Tara was pregnant with Mark Morgan's kid, Larry Bernhardt had kids of his own also.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2007

    Dead run

    I did not particularly enjoyed the first half of the book, the story was 'slow moving' to me and there more drama than mystery..However somewhere around the last 150pp the story got an nice twist that got me interested..Overall this book has 30%drama, 30% mystery and 40% love story.. I think is not as good as the 'Killer takes all' and to be fair I think is 3.5 stars/5

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2007

    mind blowing!

    My first book that I read by this author and I couldn't put it down! I thought it was going to take me forever to read it but I finished it in 2 weeks straight. I've already read it 3 times but it still good every time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2004

    I love Erica

    Erica Spindler is a great writer, and this is no exception. I have read almost all of her books!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2004

    Book Worm Pam

    This was my first Erica Spindler novel and I was really impressed. Very interesting and a good flow from beginning to end. I like the way she writes and will read all her books. Good characters and plots.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2003

    Excellent, fast paced page turner

    This is by far one of the greatest books I have ever read. The characters are as intense as the story itself. Definitly worth reading. I would recommend it to everyone!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2003

    Excellent Book! Edge of your seat reading!

    This book was excellent reading. Couldn't put it down. Characters were great and the suspense incredible!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2003

    Deadrun

    I just started reading this book adn I am almost done after 2 days of reading. I cannot put this book down.. Its great. I never read any of her books but I will start to. She knows how to capture a person so they dont want to put the book down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2003

    Addictive

    Dead Run by Erica Spindler was one of the best thrillers I have read. Just when you think you have figured out her plot she changes into something else. It was the first that I have read of hers and I will continue to read on! I liked how she threw in some other aspects other then a thiller to stir things up a bit. It is a must read and I would love to see this novel as a movie!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2003

    Extremely exciting! Could'nt put it down!

    Dead Run is the first novel I have read of Erica Spindler, and I am completely hooked. I won't stop until I've read them all. Dead Run grabs you from the very start, and doesn't let go until you've read it's last page. It is definitely one you want to read with all the lights on. Thrilling, chilling, and definitely a great novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2003

    Mediocre

    The behavior by the police officers is ridiculous and the author make her former career in romance novels all too clear, but there is a certain charm in the locale descriptions and I kind of like this author despite myself.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2003

    Keeps you guessing throughout!

    Another 'edge of your seat' from Spindler! Hated to put it down! This author has talent!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2002

    A Thrilling Epic Adventure

    Dead Run is an exotic adventure that takes you into the mind of a satanistic worshiper. Everyone is a suspect, even the most innocent people of the community. It is a book that you will not want to put down, and a story you will want to read again and again.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    taut chiller

    The Key West, Florida Police Department has quite a sterling record for closing out recent cases. Paradise Christian Church Pastor Rachel Howard vanished, but the cops conclude she went over the edge and just ran away. Island National Bank Vice President Larry Bernhardt is found dead, but ruled a suicide by officials. Others are either missing or dead, but law enforcement seems more laid back than usual in the Conch republic. <P>Rachel¿s sister Liz Ames comes to town to learn what really happened to her sibling. She runs up against official stonewalling and begins her own inquiries. Only bartender and former Miami cop Rick Wells listens to her. He sees links to a former South Florida case involving the incarcerated New Testament serial killer. As they work closely together, they fall in love and begin believing in second chances, but paradise contains a serpent that will kill both of them if they step any closer to the truth. <P>Already gaining a strong following for her terse thrillers, Erica Spindler has written her most tense tale to date. DEAD RUN is more a taut chiller than a romantic suspense though love between the lead ¿investigators¿ is intertwined cleverly into the prime plot. The who¿done-it will draw serial killer fans to the novel as clues are provided, but guessing the culprit remains difficult until Ms. Spindler reveals the identity. Fans of romantic suspense and serial killer dramas will take immense pleasure from this rousing cross genre novel. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted November 25, 2012

    A pitiful, trembling heroine ( a social worker who eagerly sacri

    A pitiful, trembling heroine ( a social worker who eagerly sacrifices the well-being of a young patient because she just &quot;knows&quot; said patient is a catalyst in her sister;s disappearance - professional ethics not her strong point, I guess) and an arrogant, unlikeable ex-cop star in this weak effort from Erica Spindler. She has done better. The plot is tired and the killings, which should feel horrific, are described in such a was as to be merely boring.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2006

    Wow!

    This is the first book I have read by this author and I enjoyed reading it. From what started out as a possible serial killing to the ultimate fight between Good and evil. The story was well thought of.

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