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The first victim is found in a snow-covered
The first victim is found in a snow-covered
SCREAM FOR ME
He is cold and calculating, the master of a twisted game. Even with Vito and Sophie hot on his trail, he will not stop. One more empty grave must be filled, and one last scream must be heard-the scream of an archaeologist who is too close for comfort and too near to resist...
DIE FOR ME
Detective Vito Ciccotelli got out of his truck, his skin still vibrating. The beat-up old dirt road that led to the crime scene had only served to further rile his already churning stomach. He sucked in a breath and immediately regretted it. After fourteen years on the force, the odor of death still came as a putrid and unwelcome surprise.
"That shot my shocks to holy hell." Nick Lawrence grimaced, slamming the door of his sensible sedan. "Shit." His Carolina drawl drew the curse out to four full syllables.
Two uniforms stood staring down into a hole halfway across the snow-covered field. Handkerchiefs covered their faces. A woman was crouched down in the hole, the top of her head barely visible. "I guess CSU's already uncovered the body," Vito said dryly.
"Y'think?" Nick bent down and shoved the cuffs of his pants into the cowboy boots he kept polished to a spit shine. "Well, Chick, let's get this show on the road."
"In a minute." Vito reached behind his seat for his snow boots, then flinched when a thorn jabbed deep into his thumb. "Dammit." For a few seconds he sucked on the tiny wound, then with care moved the bouquet of roses out of the way to get to his boots. From the corner ofhis eye he could see Nick sober. But his partner said nothing.
"It's been two years. Today," Vito added bitterly. "How time flies."
Nick's voice was quiet. "It's supposed to heal, too."
And Nick was right. Two years had dulled the edge of Vito's grief. But guilt ... that was a different matter entirely. "I'm going out to the cemetery this afternoon."
"You want me to go with you?"
"Thanks, but no." Vito shoved his feet into his boots. "Let's go see what they found."
Six years as a homicide detective had taught Vito that there were no simple murders, just varying degrees of hard ones. As soon as he stopped at the edge of the grave the crime scene unit had just unearthed in the snow-covered field, he knew this would be one of the harder ones.
Neither Vito nor Nick said a word as they studied the victim, who might have remained hidden forever were it not for an elderly man and his metal detector. The roses, the cemetery, and everything else was pushed aside as Vito focused on the body in the hole. He dragged his gaze from her hands to what was left of her face.
Their Jane Doe had been small, five-two or five-three, and appeared to have been young. Short, dark hair framed a face too decomposed to be easily identifiable and Vito wondered how long she'd been here. He wondered if anyone had missed her. If anyone still waited for her to come home.
He felt the familiar surge of pity and sadness and pushed it to the edge of his mind along with all the other things he wanted to forget. For now he'd focus on the body, the evidence. Later, he and Nick would consider the woman-who she'd been and who she'd known. They'd do so as a means to catch the sick sonofabitch who'd left her nude body to rot in an unmarked grave in an open field, who'd violated her even after death. Pity shifted to outrage as Vito's gaze returned to the victim's hands.
"He posed her," Nick murmured beside him and in the soft words Vito heard the same outrage he felt. "He fucking posed her."
Indeed he had. Her hands were pressed together between her breasts, her fingertips pointing to her chin. "Permanently folded in prayer," Vito said grimly.
"Religious murderer?" Nick mused.
"God, I hope not." A buzz of apprehension tickled his spine. "Religious murderers tend not to stop with just one. There could be more."
"Maybe." Nick crouched down to peer into the grave which was about three feet deep. "How did he permanently pose her hands, Jen?"
CSU Sergeant Jen McFain looked up, her eyes covered with goggles, her nose and mouth by a mask. "Wire," she said. "Looks like steel, but very fine. It's wound around her fingers. You'll be able to see it better once the ME cleans her up."
Vito frowned. "Doesn't seem like wire that thin would be enough to trip the sensor on a metal detector, especially under a couple feet of dirt."
"You're right, the wire wouldn't have set it off. For that we can thank the rods your perp ran under the victim's arms." Jen traced one gloved finger along the underside of her own arm, down to her wrist. "They're thin and bendable, but have enough mass to set off a metal detector. It's how he kept her arms fixed in position."
Vito shook his head. "Why?" he asked and Jen shrugged.
"Maybe we'll get more from the body. I haven't gotten much from the hole so far. Except ..." She nimbly climbed from the grave. "The old man uncovered one of her arms using his garden spade. Now, he's in pretty good shape, but even I couldn't have dug that deep with a garden spade this time of year."
Nick looked into the grave. "The ground must not have been frozen."
Jen nodded. "Exactly. When he found the arm he stopped digging and called 911. When we got here, we started moving dirt to see what we had. The fill was easy to move until we got to the grave wall, then it was hard as a rock. Look at the corners. They look like they were cut using a T square. They're frozen solid."
Vito felt a sick tug at his gut. "He dug the grave before the ground froze. He planned this pretty far in advance."
Nick was frowning. "And nobody noticed a gaping hole?"
"Perp might've covered it with something," Jen said. "Also, I don't think the fill dirt came from this field. I'll run the tests to tell you for sure. That's all I got for now. I can't do anything more until the ME gets here."
"Thanks, Jen," Vito said. "Let's talk to the property owner," he said to Nick.
Harlan Winchester was about seventy, but his eyes were clear and sharp. He'd been waiting in the back seat of the police cruiser and got out when he saw them coming. "I suppose I'll have to tell you detectives the same thing I told the officers."
Vito put a little sympathy into his nod. "I'm afraid so. I'm Detective Ciccotelli and this is my partner, Detective Lawrence. Can you take us through what happened?"
"Hell, I didn't even want that damn metal detector. It was a present from my wife. She's worried I don't get enough exercise since I retired."
"So you got out this morning and walked?" Vito prompted and Winchester scowled.
"'Harlan P. Winchester,'" he mimicked in a high, nasal voice, "'you've been in that good-for-nothin' chair for the last ten years. Get your moldy butt up and walk.' So I did, 'cause I couldn't stand to listen to her nag me anymore. I thought I might find something interesting to make Ginny shut up. But ... I never dreamed I'd find a person."
"Was the body the first object your detector picked up?" Nick asked.
"Yeah." His mouth set grimly. "I took out my garden spade. It was then I thought about how hard the ground would be. I didn't think I'd be able to break the surface, much less dig deep. I almost put my spade away before I started, but I'd only been gone fifteen minutes and Ginny would have nagged me some more. So I started digging." He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, his bravado gone like so much mist. "My spade ... it hit her arm. So I stopped digging and called 911."
"Can you tell us a little more about this land?" Vito asked. "Who has access to it?"
"Anybody with an ATV or four-wheel drive, I guess. You can't see this field from the highway and the little drive that connects to the main road isn't even paved."
Vito nodded, grateful he'd driven his truck, leaving his Mustang parked safely in his garage alongside his bike. "It's definitely a rugged road. How do you get back here?"
"Today I walked." He pointed to the tree line where a single set of footprints emerged. "But this was the first time I've been back here. We only moved in a month ago. This land was my aunt's," he explained. "She died and left it to me."
"So, did your aunt come out to this field often?"
"I wouldn't think so. She was a recluse, never left the house. That's all I know."
"Sir, you've been a big help," Vito said. "Thank you."
Winchester's shoulders sagged. "Then I can go home?"
"Sure. The officers will drive you home."
Winchester got in the cruiser and it headed out, passing a gray Volvo on its way in. The Volvo parked behind Nick's sedan and a trim woman in her midfifties got out and started across the field. ME Katherine Bauer was here. It was time to face Jane Doe.
Vito started toward the grave, but Nick didn't move. He was looking at Winchester's metal detector sitting inside the CSU van. "We should check the rest of the field, Chick."
"You think there are more."
"I think we can't leave until we know there aren't."
Another shiver of apprehension raced down Vito's back. In his heart he already knew what they would find. "You're right. Let's see what else is out there."
Sunday, January 14, 10:30 A.M.
"Everybody's eyes closed?" Sophie Johannsen frowned at her graduate students in the darkness. "Bruce, you're peeking," she said.
"I'm not peeking," he grumbled. "Besides, it's too dark to see anything anyway."
"Hurry up," Marta said impatiently. "Turn on the lights."
Sophie flicked on the lights, savoring the moment. "I give you ... the Great Hall."
For a moment no one said a word. Then Spandan let out a low whistle that echoed off the ceiling, twenty feet above their heads.
Bruce's face broke into a grin. "You did it. You finally finished it."
Marta's jaw squared. "It's nice."
Sophie blinked at the younger woman's terse tone, but before she could say a word she heard the soft whir of John's wheelchair as he passed her to stare up at the far wall. "You did all this yourself," he murmured, looking around in his quiet way. "Awesome."
Sophie shook her head. "Not nearly by myself. You all helped, cleaning swords and armor and helping me plan the sword display. This was definitely a group effort."
Last fall, all fifteen members of her Weapons and Warfare graduate seminar had been enthusiastic volunteers at the Albright Museum of History, where Sophie spent her days. Now she was down to these faithful four. They'd come every Sunday for months, giving their time. They earned class credit, but more valuable was the opportunity to touch the medieval treasures their classmates could only view through glass.
Sophie understood their fascination. She also knew that holding a fifteenth-century sword in a sterile museum was but a shadow of the thrill of unearthing that sword herself, of brushing away the dirt, exposing a treasure no eyes had seen in five hundred years. Six months ago as a field archeologist in southern France, she'd lived for that rush, waking every morning wondering what buried treasure she'd find at the dig that day. Now, as the Albright Museum's head curator, she could only touch the treasures unearthed by others. Touching them, caring for them would have to be enough for now.
And as hard as it had been to walk away from the French dig of her dreams, every time she sat at her grandmother's side as she lay in a nursing-home bed, Sophie knew she'd made the right choice.
Moments like this, seeing the pride on the faces of her students, made her choice easier to bear, too. With pride of her own, Sophie admired what they'd accomplished. Large enough to easily accommodate groups of thirty or more, the new Great Hall was a spectacular sight. Against the far wall, three suits of armor stood at attention under a display of one hundred swords, arranged in a woven lattice pattern. War banners hung on the left wall, and on the right wall she'd mounted the Houarneau tapestry, one of the jewels of the collection amassed by Theodore Albright I during his brilliant archeological career.
Standing in front of the tapestry, Sophie took a moment to enjoy looking at it. The twelfth-century Houarneau tapestry, like all the other treasures in the Albright collection, never failed to steal her breath away. "Wow," she murmured.
"'Wow?'" Bruce shook his head with a smile. "Dr. J, you should be able to think of a better word than that, in any one of a dozen languages."
"Only ten," she corrected and watched him roll his eyes. For Sophie, the study of language had always been a practical pleasure. Fluency in ancient languages enabled her research, but more, she loved the fluid rhythm and nuance of words themselves. She'd had few opportunities to use her skill since coming home and she missed it.
So, still admiring the tapestry, she indulged herself. "C'est incroyable." The French flowed through her mind like a welcome melody, which was no surprise. Excepting a few short visits back to Philly, Sophie had made France her home for the last fifteen years. Other languages required more conscious effort, but still her mind skimmed easily. Greek, German, Russian ... she picked the words like flowers from a field. "Katapliktikos. Hat was. O moy bog."
Marta raised a brow. "And all that translated, means?"
Sophie's lips curved. "Essentially ... wow." She took another satisfied look around. "It's been a huge hit with tour groups." Her smile dimmed. Just thinking about the tours, or more specifically the tour guides, was enough to suck the joy right out of her day. John turned his chair so he could stare up at the swords. "You did this so fast."
She set the unpleasant tours aside in her mind. "The trick was Bruce's computer-generated mockup. It showed where to place the supports, and once that was done mounting the swords was easy. It looks as authentic as any display I've ever seen in any castle anywhere." She aimed a smile of appreciation toward Bruce. "Thank you."
Bruce beamed. "And the paneling? I thought you were going with painted walls."
Once again her smile dimmed. "I was overruled on that. Ted Albright insisted that the wood would make the place look more like a true hall and not a museum."
"He was right," Marta said, her lips pursed tightly. "It looks better."
"Yeah, well maybe it does, but he also cleaned out my operating budget for this year," Sophie said, annoyed. "I had a list of new acquisitions that I now can't afford. We couldn't even afford to have the damn paneling installed." She looked at her abused hands, nicked and scraped. "While you all were back home sleeping until noon and pigging out on turkey leftovers, I was here with Ted Albright every day, putting up all this paneling. God, what a nightmare. Do you know how high these walls are?"
The whole paneling debacle had been the source of yet another argument with Ted "the Third" Albright. Ted was the only grandson of the great archeologist, which unfortunately made him the sole owner of the Albright collection. He was also the owner of the museum, which unfortunately made him Sophie's boss. She rued the day she'd ever heard of Ted Albright and his Barnum and Bailey approach to running a museum, but until a position opened up in one of the other museums, this job was it.
Marta turned to look at her, her eyes cold and ... disappointed. "Spending two weeks alone with Ted Albright doesn't sound like a hardship. He's an attractive man," she added, her tone acidic. "I'm surprised you managed to get any work done at all."
Uncomfortable silence filled the room as Sophie stood, shocked and staring at the woman she'd mentored for four months. This can't be happening again. But it was.
The men exchanged looks of wary confusion, but Sophie knew exactly what Marta was saying, exactly what she'd heard. The disappointment she'd seen in Marta's eyes now made sense. Rage and denial screamed through Sophie's mind, but she decided to address the current insinuation and leave the past covered, for now.
"Ted's married, Marta. And just so you can set the record straight, we weren't alone. Ted's wife, son, and daughter were working with us the whole time."
Maintaining her icy stare, Marta said nothing. Awkwardly Bruce blew out a breath. "So," he said. "Last semester we revamped the Great Hall. What's next, Dr. J?"
Ignoring the churning of her stomach, Sophie led the group to the exhibition area beyond the Great Hall. "The next project is redoing the weapons exhibit."
"Yes." Spandan socked the air. "Finally. This is what I've been waiting for."
"Then your wait is over." Sophie stopped at the glass display cabinet that held a half-dozen very rare medieval swords. The Houarneau tapestry was exquisite, but these weapons were her favorite items of the entire Albright collection.
"I always wonder who owned them," Bruce said softly. "Who fought with them."
Excerpted from Die For Me by Karen Rose Copyright © 2007 by Karen Rose Hafer. Excerpted by permission.
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I think the idea of a review is to let others interested in reading the book, know what you liked or didn't like about the book. This was my first Karen Rose book so had no preconceived ideas. After the first chapter I wasn't sure I wanted to continue as I definitely do not like scenarios of torture. However, I continued and found with the way KR writes I could skim the descriptions of torture and finish the book. I liked the way KR divides into sections of place, date and time and changes characters so it was easy to skim or even skip some of the more graphic details of our serial killer. I think KR is a talented writer who really keeps the story moving. Even though it's a thriller with some romance thrown in, there is also enough humor and family values with Vito's family to lighten it somewhat. I think I enjoyed Sophie's character because yes, she's a very independent woman who's very bright but yet not so independent that she could accept protection when warranted. I thought she handled herself well after being taken by the serial killer. (well that was a given wasn't it?) She did certainly help herself but yet the author has the (her) cop complete the final rescue. (So many authors have the heroine not need anyone and takes the villan out herself-yeah right). I just felt it was an interesting book that moved along and very well rounded story. Even the ending which builds to a sequel doesn't disappoint because the main characters have closure. If you can handle some graphic scenes, the story itself is pretty interesting. I just started the sequel so hope it's as good.
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I could hardly put this down... I have read all of KR's books leading up to this one and can definitely say I have not been disappointed by any of them. For background on Vito, make sure you read 'You Can't Hide'.
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Posted November 3, 2011
Karen Rose writes a romantic thriller like no one else! Compelling characters and perfect plots, lots of hot! This is the 1st book in the Vartanian series and Ms. Rose's villan is diabolical and her lovers should be considered classic. A great read!
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Posted December 2, 2012
Another amazing offering by Karen Rose. I enjoyed the revisiting of past characters, Tess Ciccotelli and her brother, Vito. We first met Vito in Tess's story, YOU CAN'T HIDE. I was very happy to see him get his own story and happy to see Tess make an appearance. I especially liked meeting the rest of the Ciccotelli clan.
DIE FOR ME is also the first book in a spin-off trilogy featuring FBI Special Agent Daniel Vartanian, whose involvement in DIE FOR ME sets the groundwork for the next two books.
I didn't really feel much of a connection to Daniel mainly because I was so focused on Vito and Sophie. I'm not too worried about it, however, because I know when I read a Karen Rose book, she always does a fantastic job of creating complex characters that draw you into their lives so effortlessly that it is very easy to forget they are fictional characters.
This story takes place primarily in Philadelphia, where Vito is a homicide detective. Sophie is an archaeologist working for a local museum who is brought in to help unearth several mysterious graves. If that doesn't make her interesting enough, the fact that she speaks numerous languages fluently and rides a Harley should seal the deal. I really liked the dynamic of cop and archaeologist. Neither profession is afraid to get their hands dirty, so to speak. Both are good at digging to find the results. A perfect match that I could see a mile away, but these two need a little more time to get there.
I must warn you that the method of murder deployed by this sadistic villain is quite disturbing, but that's one of the things I really love about this author. She doesn't gloss over the horrifying details. Her stories are very realistic and I am glad they are. As a reader, I hate being patronized so the more realistic the story, the better it is for me as a reader. As disturbing as parts of the story were, I couldn't pull myself away. Danger lurks around every corner and nobody knows who the killer is or the reasons for the murders or who is next.
I highly recommend this book if you like stories full of high octane suspense with a blend of romance and characters that grow on you.
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Posted September 22, 2010
I loved this book! Karen Rose has a way of writing that captures you instantly. Each page made me want to turn and see what the next had to offer. Along with suspense, she adds subtle romance. In this book, I fell in love with the main characters and found myself wanting them to be together the more I read. If you like murder/mystery and romance all put in 1 book, this is the perfect book to read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 17, 2009
First book ever read by this author... and I plan to get more... was a little confusing since I was interrupted but by the end, I began to figure out who was who... very good suspense. Recommend to anyone!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 23, 2007
...but I bought this thinking I was getting 'romantic' suspense. Now had I been wanting just a good thriller or suspense I would've given 4 stars. When I read romantic suspense I want my romance on equal footing with the suspense...this was not. The other reason this book didn't do it for me was that are way too many characters in this book and it's a little hard to keep up with. This was my first Karen Rose and it won't be my last, but next time I pick up one of her books I'll do it when I'm in the mood for a thriller or suspense novel not when I'm in the mood for romance.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted October 2, 2007
This is my third Karen Rose novel and I must say I certainly enjoy her books. In Die for Me, we meet Sophie Johannsen, an archeologist working in a museum in Philadelphia. Sophie has made mistakes in her past and is reluctant to get involved with anyone. Nick Ciccotelli is a cop called to a murder scene where a matrix of gravesites is discovered. Sophie is asked to come in as a consultant and use her special equipment to help determine if all of the dug graves contain bodies. In the course of the investigation, Sophie and Nick become involved. This book contained romance, chills, and a wonderful family background for Sophie and Nick both which made for wonderful secondary characters. The romance did not overpower the plot but became part of the plot and allowed for a wonderful suspenseful book. I highly recommend this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 9, 2007
Karen Rose has written another gripping tale in Die For Me. Detective Vito Ciccotelli realizes the murder he and his partner Nick Lawrence are investigating is more complex then they first thought. Vito enlists local archaeologist Sophie Johannsen to help with the massive search for graves. Sophie Johannsen is working as head curator at the Albright Museum. It's not the ideal job for her so when she is offered the chance to use her skills as an archaeologist she jumps at the opportunity. Finding massive graves is a shock to her system but finding herself attracted to the led detectives is a bigger surprise. As Sophie and Vito, along with his fellow officers race to stop a killer the danger turns towards Sophie. Vito will not lose another woman he loves to a killer so he will guard Sophie with his life. Die For Me is another compelling suspense story by Karen Rose. You can feel the killers every move and thought. It will chill you to your bone. Vito and Sophie command attention on every page, their chemistry is electric and as pulse pounding as the suspense in this book. The next book by this author can't come soon enough for me.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 7, 2007
i love all her books, however this one was just not as good as others. i just could not get into it. may the next one would be better. i still have hope, she is a good writterWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 18, 2007
DIE FOR ME is Rose at the top of her form. This intense story blends the lives of interesting characters,the police detective Vito and the archaeologist/linguist Sophie, in a fast-pased and engrossing mystery. Vito has a body buried in a snowy field on his hands. Sophie is brought in to use her expertise to determine if other bodies are present. While there, she is able to use her skills and unique knowledge to give the police more information. Together, Vito and Sophie are pulled into the web of a serial killer. Along the way, Rose weaves in interesting secondary characters and the fascinating world of computer game design into the plot. This is a not-to-be-missed Rose mystery, and is the first in a trilogy. Pick up your copy, and set aside a weekend to be thrilled, entertained and to get no sleep until you turn the last page.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 17, 2007
The modern world of computer games collides with medieval torture, throwing together police detective Vito Ciccotelli and archaeologist Sophie Johannsen. From a snowy Philadelphia field to a recreated dungeon, Vito and Sophie track a serial killer who is intent on making his victim provide him with the perfect scream. This fast-paced thriller packs in the best of suspense with the compelling relationship that develops between Sophie and Vito. Family obligations and professional goals collide for the main characters throughout, bringing them alive on the page and allowing for well-developed supporting characters. A riveting read from the first page, this page-turner will keep you up all night. Rose has done it again!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 4, 2007
Vito's story is great, though kind of disturbing...Karen Rose's characters can definitely be a little...o.k., a lot...whacko! It took me a while to get into the book, but once I was in...WOW! I can't wait for the next one!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
In Philadelphia, Warren Keyes wakes up to the smell of disinfectant ammonia, his hands and feet tied up, and little light coming from a torch on the wall of what he believes is a cave. Panicking until he hears the voice of Ed Munch, who informs him to drink some water because he needs his throat wet when his prisoner begins screaming. --- Eight days later Police Detectives Vito Ciccotelli and Nick Lawrence lead the homicide investigation into what looks like a religious ritual murder of a Jane Doe found in a nearby field. Knowing they need special help as they dig for potentially other bodies, PPD brings in archeologist Sophie Johannsen, who realizes, as she sees the victims¿ remains, the culprit was torturing them with medieval inquisition gadgets. Vito admires Sophie's intelligence but also is attracted to her. Meanwhile the killings continue as the culprit seeks the perfect scream from death to make his next video game seem virtually real, but needs one more expendable person to be his warrior queen perhaps a brilliant medieval archeologist will do. --- From the opening killer sequence to the climax, DIE FOR ME is an exhilarating action-packed serial killer police procedural with a romantic subplot that feels a bit out of place although it adds to the tension as the murders turn personal for Vito. The story line is fast-paced and filled with twists in a deadly triangle as the killer sets up the final scream being the archeologist. Karen Rose provides another terrific suspense thriller. --- Harriet Klausner
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