Don't Cryby Beverly Barton
Nowhere To Run
The crime scenes are horrifying: the victims arranged with deliberate care, posed to appear alive despite their agonized last moments and the shocking nature of their deaths.
No Place To Hide
Chattanooga grief counselor Audrey Sherrod moonlights for the local police. It's clear to her, and to Special Agent J.D. Cass, that the/b>/b>
Nowhere To Run
The crime scenes are horrifying: the victims arranged with deliberate care, posed to appear alive despite their agonized last moments and the shocking nature of their deaths.
No Place To Hide
Chattanooga grief counselor Audrey Sherrod moonlights for the local police. It's clear to her, and to Special Agent J.D. Cass, that the murders are the work of a deranged serial killer. At first, the only link is the victims' similar physical appearance. But then another connection emerges, tying them to a long-ago series of horrifying crimes Audrey hoped would never resurfacecrimes that hit all too close to home.
No Time To Cry
Each grisly new discovery proves the past has not been forgotten, and the worst is yet to come. Audrey went looking for the truth and she's about to find it. . .and it will be more twisted and more terrifying than she ever imagined. . .
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Chapter OneJ.D. Cass listened to his breakfast date's end of the telephone conversation and knew it was bad news. In his profession, bad news was the norm, as it was in Holly's, so he wasn't surprised. When a guy was dating an assistant district attorney, even in an on-again/off-again relationship, he became accustomed to their dates being interrupted by business. Of course, it worked both ways. How many times had one of Holly's meticulously planned romantic evenings ended abruptly when he'd gotten an urgent call?
They hadn't managed to get together for the past three weeks, and J.D. was way past horny. So, yeah, his invitation for them to share an early breakfast today was his selfish way of wooing her back into his bed, and the sooner the better. Since he and Holly were both early risers, a 6:30 A.M. breakfast date had seemed the perfect chance to see each other and the least likely time that their professional lives would intrude. So much for great ideas.
"My God!" Holly Johnston's big blue eyes widened and her full lips parted in a silent gasp. "Who found her? Hmm ... When? Is the press already there?"
Curious about the identity of the person who had been found and eager to hear the details, J.D. frowned when his own cell phone rang. He checked caller ID and grunted.
He hit the On button. "Cass here. What's up?"
"They found Jill Scott." His boss, Special Agent in Charge Phil Hayes, had a deep baritone voice made even rougher and throatier from a lifetime of smoking.
"How close are you to Lookout Valley?"
"Why?" J.D. got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Because we're fixing to get dragged into this mess, so I want you to head on over to the crime scene pronto."
"Shit! Why is the TBI getting involved?"
"Because the DA wants us to be on standby. It turns out that there is a second missing woman. Debra Gregory, the mayor's wife's cousin, disappeared sometime late last night."
"Doesn't the mayor think his own police force can handle the investigation? This isn't our-"
"His Honor wants to use every resource available to him," Phil said. "And that includes us, buddy boy. The mayor called the DA and then Everett Harrelson called me personally fifteen minutes ago. Last night, the Chattanooga PD had two missing persons cases. This morning they have a murder case and a suspected kidnapping case. Since both women fit the same profile, there's a chance the same guy kidnapped Jill and Debra."
"When I show up at the crime scene, just how official am I?"
"You're unofficial for the time being. We'll ease into this gradually. Tell the investigators you're there in an advisory capacity. Assure them that the TBI isn't taking over their case."
"Yeah, sure. Like they're going to believe that."
After J.D. returned his phone to the belt holder, he looked across the table at Holly. She slid her phone into an outer pocket on her shoulder bag and shrugged.
"Bad news?" he asked.
She nodded. "What about you?"
"Yeah. That was Phil. They believe they've found Jill Scott, the woman who's been missing for the past two weeks."
Scott, a local middle school teacher, beloved by students and parents alike, had mysteriously disappeared two weeks earlier. Her parents, her fiancé, and her friends assured police that Jill would never leave without a word to anyone. They were convinced that she'd been abducted. Thanks to local media coverage, there probably wasn't a man, woman, or child in Hamilton County who didn't know the teacher's name.
"It seems our calls were about the same case," Holly told him. "Of course, I'm not actually involved with the case, not yet, but-"
"But your nephew was in Jill Scott's seventh-grade class and her murder is semipersonal for you, right?"
Holly nodded. "So, did the TBI get drafted to-?"
"Unofficially at this point," J.D. said. "But that status can change at any time." He offered Holly a life-sucks-sometimes frown. "I have to head over to the crime scene." He stood, pulled out his wallet, and laid down a couple of twenties to pay for their meal, plus a generous tip.
"Mind if I go with you?" she asked.
When he gave her an inquisitive stare, she said, "I'll stay out of the way. I know that I'm nothing more than a concerned citizen." She smiled. "Okay, a nosy concerned citizen."
"And I'm a TBI agent sticking my nose in where I may not be wanted and probably won't be welcomed."
* * *
Audrey Sherrod swallowed her tears. Although she would never apologize to anyone for her emotional involvement with her clients, she did her best not to let the empathy she experienced override her professionalism. Caring about people was a plus in her business. Allowing her personal feelings to affect a patient's treatment was unacceptable, so she walked an emotional tightrope, balancing the two sides of her personality.
Mary Nell Scott's daughter Jill had been missing for fifteen days. The Scott family was surviving on hopes and prayers. Mary Nell's husband had turned to their parish priest for solace and advice. Jill's sister, Mindy, relied on her best friends for comfort. Mary Nell had chosen to seek the help of a mental health therapist. She had chosen Audrey because several years ago, she had been one of Audrey's first clients. At that time, Mary Nell had been dealing with her husband's infidelity. After months of counseling, she had come to terms with what had happened and realized she wanted to save her marriage.
"I can't bear to hear Father Raymond's voice," Mary Nell had confessed when she had first arrived at Audrey's office today. "I know the man means well, but my faith isn't strong enough to simply leave everything in God's hands."
Mary Nell had been raised Presbyterian and converted to Catholicism when she had married Charles Scott. She had brought up both of their daughters in the Catholic faith, but she seldom attended mass and readily admitted that she had doubts about God's existence.
When the one-hour session ended, Mary Nell sat there calmly, with her head bowed and her folded hands resting in her lap. Audrey got up and retrieved a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in her office.
She truly understood the hell Mary Nell and her family were living in right now. Not knowing what had happened to a loved one was heartbreakingly unbearable. And yet they had to bear it. They had no other choice.
But that's not true. Mary Nell does have one other choice. A selfish, unthinkable choice.
Audrey pushed aside the memories from her own past about the choice her stepmother had made when she had found life unbearable. A choice that had destroyed a family already in crisis.
"I don't have another client until regular office hours at nine this morning, so if you'd like to stay longer, you may." Audrey handed Mary Nell the bottled water. She had come in early to see Mary Nell, who had left her a frantic phone message at five o'clock that morning.
"No, no." Mary Nell shook her head. "I'm meeting Charlie at seven-thirty and some of our neighbors are going to help us put up new posters all over Hamilton County. We're offering a reward of twenty-five thousand to anyone ..." Pausing, her upper teeth biting down into her bottom lip, she closed her eyes as fresh tears trickled down her cheeks.
Suddenly Mary Nell's cell phone rang. When she struggled to open her purse, Audrey eased the leather clutch out of her trembling hands and retrieved the phone for her.
"Want me to answer it?" Audrey asked.
Mary Nell shook her head, and then reached out and took the phone.
"Hello," Mary Nell said. "What? Yes, I'm still with Audrey. Why? Oh, all right." She held out her phone. "It's my daughter, Mindy. She wants to speak to you."
Eying the phone in Mary Nell's outstretched hand, Audrey instinctively knew that whatever Mindy had to say would not be good news.
"Hello, Mindy, this is Audrey Sherrod."
"Dr. Sherrod, they've found her. They've found Jill. She's dead."
"Who contacted you with this information?"
"No one, not yet." Mindy whimpered softly. "It's already on the news, on the TV and the radio. They found a body. The newscasters are saying it's probably Jill, that the woman fits her description and she's wearing a gold cross. Jill always wore the gold cross Daddy gave her for her sixteenth birthday."
"Don't jump to conclusions."
"It's her. I know it is. Dad knows it is. I just didn't want Mom to be alone and see it on the news or hear about it on the radio. Dad and I are coming by there to pick up Mom. We're driving out to Lookout Valley where they found the body. They haven't moved her yet. She's still there. Oh, please, Dr. Sherrod, please come with us. Mom's going to need you. We all are."
"Yes, of course. I'll have my secretary cancel my morning appointments, just in case," Audrey said.
When she returned the cell phone to Mary Nell, her client looked at her pleadingly. "Don't lie to me. Tell me what Mindy said. It's Jill, isn't it? She's ... oh, God, she's dead, isn't she?"
Audrey dropped down on her haunches in front of Mary Nell and grasped the woman's clutched hands. Their gazes met and held.
"The police have found a body that fits Jill's general description," Audrey explained. "The information is on the TV and radio. Mindy didn't want you to hear it and assume the body is Jill's. She and Charlie are on their way here now. They want me to go with y'all to the crime scene. They want to make sure it isn't Jill."
Just one little white lie to ease Mary Nell into the situation and allow her a few final moments of hope.
When half an hour later, at approximately 7:45 A.M., J.D. and Holly arrived on the scene at 50 Birmingham Highway in the Lookout Valley area, they found semicontrolled bedlam. They had missed the initial frenzy, the first responders' attempt to secure the site, the wail of sirens, and the rush of emergency vehicles. The area around the Cracker Barrel restaurant buzzed with official personnel, the first of many yet to come. Before the end of the day, the scene would be investigated by as many as fifty law enforcement and civilian specialists. The police had roped off the crime scene and strategically placed officers to keep the foot traffic to a minimum. One way in and one way out. News crews, barely held at bay by the uniformed officers, kept cameras zeroed in on the cordoned-off area and reported live to their television audience.
J.D. gained immediate entrance to the sealed area as soon as he flashed his badge. When he glanced back at Holly, she smiled and nodded, letting him know she'd be fine on her own. He'd never doubted it for a minute. Holly was a modern, I-can-take-care-of-myself woman.
Careful not to disrupt the ongoing investigation, J.D. took in the crime scene with a subtle visual inspection. He recognized a lot of the personnel, including the Hamilton County ME, Dr. Peter Tipton, and a couple of members of his team, one taking photos and another talking to two CPD investigators. J.D. knew the guy he assumed was the lead detective. He and Sergeant Garth Hudson had worked a case involving a gang-related murder eleven months ago, shortly after J.D. had been transferred from Memphis to the TBI Chattanooga Field Office. Hudson was a decorated, twenty-five-year veteran of the CPD. A smart guy, a good cop, a little on the cocky side. J.D. didn't know the officer with Hudson, an attractive African American woman with a dark caramel complexion and petite, curvy body. As he approached them, she turned and glowered at him, her coffee brown eyes surveying him from head to toe.
"Who sicced the TBI on us?" Hudson growled the question as he glared at J.D. "The mayor, no doubt."
"I'm here strictly in an advisory capacity," J.D. assured him. "This is the CPD's case." J.D. smiled at the pretty lady with Hudson. "Introduce us."
Hudson grunted. "Officer Tamara Lovelady, my partner. Tam, meet TBI Special Agent J.D. Cass."
Tam nodded, her expression neutral.
"So, how about letting me take a look at Jill Scott," J.D. said, then added, "if it is Jill Scott."
"There's a good chance it is Ms. Scott's body, but no positive ID. Not yet." Hudson glanced at his partner. "Tam will go with you. Look all you want, but don't touch."
J.D. wanted to remind Hudson that he wasn't some rookie who needed instructions, but he kept quiet. For now, he wasn't assigned to this case, and any privileges Hudson afforded him were at his discretion. He had worked with police and sheriffs' departments throughout the state and understood how territorial local law enforcement could be. Trying not to step on any toes was just part of his job. A part he damn well hated. He wasn't known for his diplomatic abilities. He supposed that was one reason he was still a field agent. That and a hot temper he'd been trying to control all of his life.
The TBI's role was to assist local law enforcement in investigating major crimes, the operative word being "assist."
When Officer Lovelady motioned to J.D., he followed her past the swarm of investigators and onto the restaurant's wide porch.
Peter Tipton spotted J.D. and Tam heading his way. He paused in his examination of the body and moved aside to give J.D. a complete view of the corpse.
The victim-not yet positively identified as Jill Scott-sat upright in one of the numerous rocking chairs on the Cracker Barrel porch. Her eyes were shut and at first glance she seemed to be sleeping. Something swaddled in a delicate blue baby shawl lay nestled in her lap. J.D. strained to get a better look at the object.
He took a step closer, and then stopped.
"We thought at first it was a doll," Tam told J.D. "But it's not."
Good God almighty!
"It's real," J.D. said.
"Oh yeah, it's real all right," Tipton replied.
J.D. had seen some weird sights in his time, as well as several sickeningly gruesome scenes, but never anything like this.
"It's a first for me," Tipton said.
"Yeah, me, too. Any idea who ... what ... ?" J.D. found himself stammering, something he never did. But then he'd never seen a fresh corpse cradling the skeletal remains of a small child. He cleared his throat and asked, "Any idea how either of them died? The woman-?"
J.D. studied the dark-haired victim sitting so serenely in the wooden rocking chair. Traffic from the nearby interstate hummed over the din of voices, conversations blending with news coverage and bystanders' comments. Overhead the September sky was clear, the morning sun warm, the temperature somewhere in the high seventies. The beginning of a perfect pre-autumn day. But not so perfect for Jill Scott.
"Method of asphyxiation?" J.D. asked.
"Probably suffocation," Tipton replied. "There's no sign of strangulation."
"How long do you think she's been dead?"
Tipton glanced at the corpse. "She's in full rigor. Time of death-six to twelve hours ago. I'd guess eight to ten."
"You don't think she was killed here, do you?" J.D. asked.
"She was probably killed somewhere else sometime before midnight and then brought here while it was still dark so it would be less likely anyone would see what was happening."
"Yeah, not much chance anyone saw something."
"Whoever killed her staged this little scene," Tam Lovelady said. "He painted us a picture."
"Mother and child," J.D. surmised.
"He's a sick son of a bitch, whoever he is." Tam stared at the victim. "She looks so damn peaceful."
"He went to a great deal of trouble to dispose of her body in such a dramatic fashion." J.D. remembered a bizarre case in Memphis when he was a rookie agent where the killer had placed his victims by the river, sitting up in a camp chair and holding a fishing pole. Weirdest thing he'd ever seen. Until now. "He's telling us something. We just have to figure out what it is."
"He's telling us that he's fucking crazy," Garth said, his voice a low grumble, as he came up behind them.
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Meet the Author
Beverly Marie Beaver(1946 —2011), better known as Beverly Barton, was an American author noted for her romantic suspense novels. She wrote more than thirty contemporary romance novels and created the popular The Protectors series. Her first Book Yankee Lover was published in 1990. Though best known for her romantic suspense novels, she also wrote historical and paranormal romances.
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Her traumatic childhood has turned Audrey Sherrod into a strong caring adult. She is a counselor who works closely with the Chattanooga police; especially helping victims of crime. When a serial killer terrorizes the town, Audrey is brought in to assist; as is TBI special agent J.D. Cass. Audrey dislikes the pompous J.D., but likes his fourteen years old daughter Zoe; to his chagrin his child idolizes the counselor while hating him; though he knows part of the problem is he barely tolerates his offspring. As the homicide count rises, the clues seem to imply someone close to the investigators is involved. Meanwhile J.D. and Audrey overcome their initial disgust to fall in love. However, as a gruesome cold case ties to the present murders, a psychopath must be stopped before the pair can pursue the future. Don't Cry is another wonderful Beverly Barton romantic suspense (see Dead by Midnight). The key to the strong story line is the hooked reader keeps trying to identify the killer before the cop and the counselor can. Audrey is a terrific caring person; perhaps too nurturing. On the other hand the dysfunctional relationship between father and daughter seems real as J.D. and Zoe know neither loves or even likes the other. This is another winner by Ms. Barton. Harriet Klausner
I read Julia's story before I read this. As I read that one, I thought I would like to read J.D.'s story. I'm sure glad I did. I liked it better than Julia's. Loved the story line. Took a while to guess the killer, but knew all along there was more to it. Really liked the lead characters. Love Beverly Barton. Sorry to hear the bad news about her.
This is one of those books that keep you awake at night because no matter how tired you are you want to keep reading. I can't wait for the second book to come out.
Once you read a Beverly Barton novel, neither rain, nor sleet, nor hail nor snow (nor anything else for that matter) will keep you from reading all of her books.
This was my 1st Beverly Barton book. I enjoyed it so much I can't wait to read more. Great character development. It did not feel as long as it actually was. Plot kept me wanting more.
A rash of serial murders of women left in a rocking chair with a dead baby from childnapping cases 25 years ago. Audrey Sherrod is a grief counselor.whose 1/2 brother was one of the child victims. J.D. Cass is a special agent with the state Bureau of Investigation. His teenage daughter, I forget her name, who he didn't know he had, has been living with him the past year since her mother died. That pretty much sums up the 468 pages. There was no character development in the entire book, they were all cardboard & Audrey was just flat old unlikeable. Audrey was a cold, prissy, sanctimonios woman. Absoultely no chemistry bertween Audrey & J.D.. None! Zero! Zilch! They didn't even like each other for most of the book. I'm not sure why Hart was even in the book. Tamara Lovelady? What kind of name is that? I couldn't help but chuckle everytime I read it, hard to take her seriously. Why was it that the only people working on these murders were two cops and J.D.? By the third murder there would already be a task force in place. All through the book were things such as every street name of a route somebody took. Or the kind of car one of the victims had "bought used last winter" and her Walmart purse. Then really stupid stuff. Audrey makes a pot of coffee. J.D. takes a sip of the "fresh, hot coffee". If she just made it of course it's fresh & hot! Duh! This is one of those books I wouldn't even recommend getting from the library. I think there might be a sequel but if so I'm steering clear!
This is an excellent thriller and a good mystery that is sure to keep anyone involved. I thought many many times that I knew who the bad guy was. The action kept me engrossed into the late night hours and the ending made me anxious to know what happened after that. I made a good guess about who the killer was, and was correct, early on but that didn't damage my enjoyment of the ending. Barton threw a twist in there that made my jaw drop and I never saw it coming in a million years.
J.D Cass of the Tennessee Investigation Bureau is assigned to a case of a recently murdered woman who is found in holding the skeleton remains of a baby. Soon, It is determined that the child was one that was abducted over twenty years ago. When another woman is found the same way, Cass has two separate cases to deal with and many questions to answer. Set in Chattanooga, Beverly Bark has written an intense thriller with a definitive cast of characters and enough suspense to keep me quite enthralled.
This book was great. Through the whole book you think you have it figured out . It is one that will keep the pages turning.
I had to keep reading. Found it hard to put down. Good book.