Deserves to Die [NOOK Book]

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Judged

As he watches, her body drifts below the water's surface, forever altered. Before he disposes of each victim, he takes a trophy. It's a sign of his power, and a warning--to the one destined to suffer most of all. . .

Condemned

In Grizzly Falls, Montana, Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli are struggling with a new commander and a department in the midst of upheaval. It's the worst possible time ...

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Overview

Judged

As he watches, her body drifts below the water's surface, forever altered. Before he disposes of each victim, he takes a trophy. It's a sign of his power, and a warning--to the one destined to suffer most of all. . .

Condemned

In Grizzly Falls, Montana, Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli are struggling with a new commander and a department in the midst of upheaval. It's the worst possible time for a homicide. A body has been found, missing a finger. Alvarez hopes this means a murderer with a personal grudge, not a madman. But then a second body turns up. . .

Executed

As the clues begin pointing toward a suspect, Pescoli's unease grows. Even with Alvarez barely holding it together and her own personal life in chaos, she senses there's more to this case than others believe. A killer has made his way to Grizzly Falls, ready to fulfill a vengeance years in the making. And Pescoli must find the target of his wrath--or die trying. . .

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420135183
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 7/29/2014
  • Series: A Selena Alvarez/Regan Pescoli Novel , #6
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 945
  • File size: 889 KB

Meet the Author

Lisa Jackson
Lisa Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five novels, including Ready to Die, Afraid to Die, You Don’t Want to Know, Running Scared, Without Mercy, Malice, and Shiver. She has over twenty million copies of her books in print in nineteen languages. She lives with her family and a rambunctious pug in the Pacific Northwest. Readers can visit her website at www.lisajackson.com, become her friend on Facebook, and check out her blog at http://lisajacksonauthor.blogspot.com.
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Deserves To Die


By Lisa Jackson

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2014 Lisa Jackson, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4201-3518-3


CHAPTER 1

Grizzly Falls, Montana January


This has to be the place.

Jessica Williams stared at the dilapidated cabin and her heart sank. Of course she'd been hoping for an isolated place to live, one without the prying eyes of nosy neighbors, but this little cottage went far beyond rustic, with its mossy roof, sagging porch, and rusted downspouts. At least the windows weren't boarded over, and there was a garage of sorts, but it was all piled under nearly a foot of snow. She doubted very strongly that there was any central heat within the building. If she'd expected a haven, she'd been sorely disappointed.

Too bad.

For the foreseeable future, this little eighty-year-old building nestled deep in the forested foothills of the Bitterroots was going to be home, whether she liked it or not.

"Not, is what I'm thinking," she said as she hopped from the cab of her ancient SUV, a Chevy that had over two hundred thousand miles on its odometer, and into the pristine snow. The air was crisp and cold, the snow crusted over and no longer falling. For the last fifty miles of her long journey the Tahoe's engine light had been blinking on and off and she'd ignored the warning, praying that she would get there before the damn thing overheated or gave out completely. Somehow, subsisting on energy bars, bags of Doritos, Red Bull, and bottled water, she'd arrived after nearly thirty-six hours on the road. She was tired to the marrow of her bones, but she couldn't stop. Not yet.

She glanced behind her vehicle to what could barely be called a lane where there was the merest break in the trees, just wide enough for her rig to pass. Twin ruts broke up the pristine mantle of snow, evidence that someone was occupying the cabin.

Jessica Williams, she reminded herself. That's who lives here. That's my name now. Jessica Williams. The name felt uncomfortable, like a scratchy coat that rubbed her bare skin, but it had to be worn.

Before she started unloading, she broke a path to the rotting porch and trudged up the two steps. Snow had blown across the porch, a couple inches piling near the door, dark dry leaves poking up through the thin layer.

She inserted her key into the lock. If it were rusted, which she half-expected, she'd be in trouble. More trouble, she reminded herself. She tried the key and it stuck, unmoving, in the lock. She rattled it. "Come on, come on," she muttered under breath that fogged in the air.

She'd rented this place online, and struck a simple deal with the out-of-state owner. She paid him upfront, in cash, no questions asked. She only hoped he held up his end of the bargain.

With a final twist, the lock gave and she was able to push the door open.

"Oh, man," she said, peering inside. She flipped a light switch near the door and nothing happened, so she headed back to her SUV. She found her flashlight and a roller bag that worked only so-so through the snow as she returned to the porch and the open door. Snapping on the flashlight, she swept its harsh beam over the interior that looked as if no one had been there for a decade. It smelled musty, the air thick with dust. She ran the beam across an old love seat with faded, lumpy cushions and a scarred wooden frame. A coffee table sat in front of it and a rocker, with most of its stuffing exposed, was situated by a river rock fireplace where she suspected birds might roost in the summer. Old nests were probably clogging the flue and that didn't begin to count the bats.

"Fixer Upper's Dream," she said aloud. The ad certainly hadn't lied about that, nor, probably, "A Hunter's Paradise." The terrain and the building were beyond rugged. From the looks of the cabin's interior, mice and other rodents had been the last house guests and she half-expected a raccoon or worse to be cowering in a kitchen cabinet.

On that she was proved wrong. There were no cabinets. Just a table near an antique wood-burning stove and an empty spot where a refrigerator, or maybe an icebox, had once stood. All the conveniences of home, which had been advertised, were sorely lacking. She'd asked for running water, electricity, a septic system, and cell phone access, if not the ability to connect to the Internet. It seemed she might have none of the basics.

"Great." She reminded herself that the most important aspect of the cabin, her tantamount request, was isolation, and that had been provided. "La-di-frickin'-dah," she said, then caught herself.

She tested the toilet. Of course it didn't flush, but once she twisted the valves underneath the tank, water began to flow. A good sign. She'd been afraid that the pipes had rusted through or were frozen. "Will wonders never cease?" She flushed again and water swirled down the stained fixture. It worked and when she tested the sink, water ran through the faucet, all of it ice cold.

Good enough for tonight.

She toured the rest of the cabin, which consisted of the kitchen, a bedroom, the bathroom, and a small loft tucked beneath a sloping roof. A back porch overlooked a small stream that ambled through the hemlocks and firs that lined its shores. It was nearly frozen over, just a trickle near the middle indicating that the water was still running some.

There were no visible signs of a furnace, nor duct work, just a kerosene space heater tucked into a gun closet, and of course the river rock fireplace with its charred and well-used firebox. "Home sweet home," she said as she walked through the interior and out the front door. She needed to unload the Tahoe, clean the place up if she could, dare start a fire and settle in for the night.

As she walked outside again, she noticed dusk was settling in, twilight casting deep shadows across the small clearing. A soft snow began to fall again and, of course, cover the tracks her rig had made when she'd turned off the county road twenty miles into the hills surrounding Grizzly Falls.

Good.

Surely I'll be safe here, she thought, her gaze scouring the woods. There was no way he could find her. Right? She'd covered her tracks completely. Again, she looked at the ruts her SUV had dug into the unbroken snow. If ever there were red arrows pointing to a target, those ruts were it. Worse yet, she felt as if she had been followed, though she'd seen no one in her rearview for miles.

Paranoia crept in with the night stealing across the snowy landscape. She always felt as if someone were only a step behind her, ready to pounce and slit her throat. Absently, she touched her neck and reminded herself that she had friends in Grizzly Falls, people she could trust.

And what good will they do, if he finds you? They can't save you, Jessica, and you know it. No one can.

Despair threatened her just as a stiff breeze kicked up, rattling the branches of trees and swirling around the thin walls of the cabin.

Get over yourself. The law in Grizzly Falls was supposed to be different from what she was used to, the sheriff a thinking man with deep convictions and an ability to sort fact from fiction.

Dan Grayson would help her.

He had to.

Setting her jaw and tamping down her fears, Jessica hauled in her sleeping bag, a pillow, a backpack, her empty thermos, and a single bottle of water, which, along with half a bag of jerky and a banana that was turning brown, would be her dinner. She eyed the living room, searching for any kind of hiding spot. There was a vent in the back corner of the firebox that allowed for the dropping of ashes and intake of air when opened. That would work for the items she wanted to keep safe but wouldn't need handy and also act as a decoy if the house were ransacked. In that little niche, she'd hide one set of fake identification documents, the ones she'd used in Denver. But that little hidey-hole wasn't enough, so she looked for other spots and decided her best bet was to pull off a section of the baseboard, tear out a hole in the wood wall, then replace the board. It was where she'd hide the other ID and money she wanted to stash. She spent the next hour at a spot at the edge of a built-in bookcase. Once she'd whittled out an area large enough, she stuffed her valuables inside and replaced the baseboard.

She thought of her weapons—a small switchblade that fit in her palm she'd keep with her, hidden inside the padding of her bra during the day and up her sleeve at night, and a gun. She'd carry it as well, in her SUV, under the seat, and at night, tucked beneath her head on a pillow. Not very imaginative, she knew, but the tiny pistol would be close enough to grab should an intruder burst in.

Her heart pounded at the thought.

Could she do it?

Pull a trigger?

Take a man's life?

Absolutely. In a flash, she remembered him, how cruel he was, how he'd enjoyed torturing her. She wouldn't think twice about blowing the bastard away.

After tucking the Kel-Tec P-32 under the pillow, she let out a slow breath and found her meager dinner.

Bon appetit! she thought as she peeled the banana and cracked open the bottle of water. Spreading her sleeping bag over the ancient love seat, she took a long swallow from the bottle, then checked her cell phone. So far, she had service. Maybe the Internet wasn't an impossibility. But not for tonight. No. After a double check to make certain she wasn't locking any creatures into the cabin with her, she threw the deadbolts, ate two bites of the banana and, lying on her makeshift bed with the wind keening down the mountainside, decided she'd never fall asleep.

Within two minutes, she was out like a light.


Detective Selena Alvarez sent up a prayer, one she'd learned in catechism, then added a personal request to God that he spare the life of Dan Grayson, who lay comatose in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires were attached to him, monitors tracking his vital signs, the room sterile and utilitarian. A tall man who barely fit on the hospital bed, Grayson was the sheriff of Pinewood County, one of the best men Alvarez had ever known, one she'd once fancied herself in love with. But the person lying under the crisp white sheets and slightly rumpled blankets was a shell of the man she remembered, the vibrant, slow-talking lawman whose eyes twinkled when he was amused and darkened dangerously when he was serious. His skin had a weird grayish tinge under the fluorescent lights, his gray mustache was untrimmed, his breathing labored.

She touched his fingers with the tips of her own, willing him to open his eyes, wishing he'd never stepped out of his cabin and been the target of a crazed assassin. The bastard who had wounded Grayson had been caught and was behind bars and awaiting trial for a variety of charges including murder and attempted murder.

"You hang in there." Her throat clogged and she chided herself as she was usually in control, her emotions under tight rein.

"A cold bitch," she'd heard in the lunchroom of the sheriff's office. It had come from Pete Watershed, a deputy who was quick with crude jokes and thought of himself as an expert when it came to the opposite sex.

"Ice water in her veins," Connors, the buffoon, had chimed in, sliding Alvarez a sly glance as if he hoped she'd overheard.

She had and had retorted with, "Better than carrying the double I-gene like you, for impotence and idiocy." Afterward, she'd kicked herself as she rarely let herself be goaded, had prided herself on keeping cool and collected. It was just that Connors was such a dick sometimes.

But the man before her in the hospital bed, Dan Grayson, was one of the best.

She glanced out the window to the still winter night. Snow was falling steadily, covering the parking lot and the scattering of cars parked beneath tall security lamps. She trusted Grayson was safe, but she wasn't certain he'd survive. Releasing a pent up sigh, she leaned forward and brushed a quick kiss against his cool cheek. Though she was in love with another man, one she hoped to marry, a part of her would always cherish this sheriff who had taught her humility, patience, and empathy.

She left the room quickly, nodding at the nurse on the night shift who opened the electronic doors. They parted and there, on the other side, waiting patiently, probably understanding how conflicted she was, stood Dylan O'Keefe, the man who had been in and out of her life for years and whom she loved.

"How is he?" O'Keefe asked, knowing full well how Alvarez felt about her boss. His eyes, a penetrating gray, were filled with concern.

"Not good." She flung herself into his arms as tears burned the back of her eyelids. "Not good."

Strong arms held her close. "Shh. He'll be fine," O'Keefe assured her and she took comfort in his lies. "He's strong. It takes more than a bullet or two to knock that cowboy down."

Squeezing her eyes shut, she wished to high heaven that she could believe him. And she had to. Despite all of her efforts to bring his assailant to justice, Dan Grayson still had to fight this battle on his own. She'd done all she could, even going off the rails and becoming a bit of a rogue cop—totally out of character for her—to arrest the man responsible for Grayson's injuries. But she couldn't help him now. He was fighting for his life and it was all down to the strength of his body and his will to live.

Sniffing, forcing back her own dread, she finally took a step back. "You're right. He is strong."

"Ready?"

She nodded and O'Keefe pressed the elevator call button. When a soft ding announced the car had arrived and the elevator's doors whispered open, they stepped inside, and once more, Alvarez silently prayed for Dan Grayson's life.


When Jessica woke up, she was disoriented, her bladder stretched to the breaking point, the darkness in the cabin complete. She found her phone in her pocket and first checked the time. Nearly five AM. She'd slept almost around the clock and had a crick in her neck to prove it.

But she'd survived.

At least one more night.

A quick glance through the window showed her that her footsteps were still visible, but quickly disappearing with the night's snowfall, as were the Chevy's tire tracks.

Good, though it really didn't matter. She couldn't stay hidden away. She had to go out today and would in the days after, as she needed to secure ajob and fast. The cash she'd taken with her was running out and though her expenses were little, her dollars could only be stretched so far.

She relieved herself in the barely functioning toilet, then using her flashlight, followed its beam to the back porch where she'd seen a stack of wood the night before.

The split fir had been in its resting spot for years, judging by the nests of spiders within and the fact that it was dry as a bone. It would ignite easily. A small axe had been left, its blade stuck in a huge round of wood that had obviously been used as a chopping block. She carried in several large chunks and stacked them in the grate, checked the flue, opened the damper, then went back outside and, with her flashlight balanced on the porch rail, split some kindling.

Thank you, Grandpa, for showing me how to do this, she thought, conjuring up the old man with his bald, speckled pate, rimless glasses, and slight paunch. He'd been the one who had taken her hunting and camping, molding what he'd considered a pampered princess into a self-sufficient woman.

"Ya never can tell when you'll need to know how to shoot, or build a camp, or make a fire, Missy, so you'd best learn now," he'd told her. Smelling of chewing tobacco and a hint of Jack Daniels, he'd set about teaching her.

Of course he was long gone, but his memory and advice lingered.

She set up one piece of fir, raised the axe, and brought it down swiftly. A bit of kindling split off. She repeated the process again and again until she'd made short work of three fir chunks and, despite the freezing temperatures and her fogging breath, was sweating profusely.


(Continues...)

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  • Posted August 26, 2014

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    I loved it. Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli were in

    I loved it. Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli were in previous books and it was good to follow them in this one. A lot happens in this story and I don't want to give too much away but some things are good and some things are bad. There is another serial killer in Grizzly Falls Montana. This is a small town where changes have a big impact and strangers are noticed. The story was filled with lots of twists and with everything else going on the detectives are just trying to get by and solve the case

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 4, 2014

    The latest Pescoli/Alvarez thriller picks up where the prior nov

    The latest Pescoli/Alvarez thriller picks up where the prior novel left off, (which would be a spoiler to discuss, so I'm not going there!) and the partners are both dealing with earthshattering events. The women's personal lives, in particular Regan Pescoli's, are woven into the dramatic plotting of this somewhat overlong thriller, and another woman's fate is in their hands. Having to shelve personal upheaval, the two go after a killer who's first victim is found in the frigid winter water submerged, eyes wide open and a ring finger removed. Who is she? Who killed her? And why - the questions the pair must answer as they deal with departmental changes, personal matters - good and bad. When another victim is found, they know they can't waste any more time. Hiding out from the danger in her past, Anne-Marie Calderone is dealing with her own drastically altered life, having gone from pampered rich wife to desperate, on the run quick change artist. She knows who is after her. But could he possibly be connected to the murders now? They all have had a finger carved off. Has her hunter tracked her down to her desolate hide-out? Can Regan and Selena stop the crimes and catch the killer before he claims his final victim - Anne-Marie? Quirky local types abound, the departmental strife is handled well, there's a heart-wrenching poignance to the story, and again we are given great insight into the thorny character of Regan Pescoli, and Anne-Marie's lonely battle to survive is beautifully rendered. I found myself on pins and needles throughout, but the denouement got a little tangled for me, and I had to admit to the exposure of one character, and his motivations, felt a bit awkward to me. For that reason only am I giving a 4 star review to Jackson's otherwise edgy, dark thriller. She never fails to live up to her promise and this book DESERVES to be read!

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014

    An excellent read!

    I enjoyed being back with Pescoli and Alvarez!!! Couldn't Put it down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2014

    Please read - you will love it!!

    Great Read - as always!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2014

    Classic Lisa Jackson

    Jackson never fails to keep you guessing. I've read all of her "To Die" series and look forward to more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2014

    Great

    As usual a top notch book from a top notch author. Highly entertaining! A must read!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2014

    Good

    Liked last one but this book was even better

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  • Posted August 31, 2014

    It¿s been a while since I¿ve visited Grizzly Falls, Montana, and

    It’s been a while since I’ve visited Grizzly Falls, Montana, and it looks like there’s been a lot going on while I’ve been away. The book opens with the sheriff in the hospital in a coma, Pescoli having survived only because her son killed the gunman.

    Perhaps I’ve been away for too long, because while that all sounds exciting and scintillating, I honestly just didn’t care that much. And unfortunately, instead of grabbing me and pulling me back in, I ended up finishing Deserves to Die only out of a sense of obligation. It was definitely more comparable to counting down the minutes during a visit with the grandparents than losing all track of time while catching up with old friends you’d happened to bump into.

    Even if I could have suspended disbelief long enough to embrace yet another violent crime spree occurring in this one small Montana town, there were just too many meaningless details surrounding too many storylines and too many points of view for me to become truly vested in this story. It was too noisy and it gave me a headache.

    Verdict: Though ultimately coming to a satisfying conclusion, a parsed down and more cohesive story would have given us a much better ride.

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  • Posted August 31, 2014

    Very enjoyable!

    I always look forward to Lisa's books. I have enjoyed becoming acquainted with detectives, Alvarez and Pescoli. I can never figure out who the killer is, so it keeps my interest peeked!

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  • Posted August 21, 2014

    I loved it. Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli were in

    I loved it. Detectives Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli were in previous books and it was good to follow them in this one. A lot happens in this story and I don't want to give too much away but some things are good and some things are bad. There is another serial killer in Grizzly Falls Montana. This is a small town where changes have a big impact and strangers are noticed. The story was filled with lots of twists and with everything else going on the detectives are just trying to get by and solve the case

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  • Posted August 19, 2014

    Good book

    Good book love tge suspense. Can't wait for the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2014

    Predictable....

    I love Lisa Jacksons books & usually enjoy all the twists & turns she has in a story but this booked lacked that. I love reading about the crimes Pescoli & Alveraz work together to solve. My expectations for this book had been higher than what it really was.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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