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Veteran FBI profiler Maggie O'Dell and Assistant Director Cunningham believed the threat targeted Quantico. It targeted them.

A deadly virus—virtually undetectable until it causes death from a million internal cuts. The victims appear random, but Maggie wonders if vengeance isn't the guiding hand.

An aficionado of contemporary killers, using bits and pieces from their crimes—the Beltway Sniper's phrases, the ...

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Veteran FBI profiler Maggie O'Dell and Assistant Director Cunningham believed the threat targeted Quantico. It targeted them.

A deadly virus—virtually undetectable until it causes death from a million internal cuts. The victims appear random, but Maggie wonders if vengeance isn't the guiding hand.

An aficionado of contemporary killers, using bits and pieces from their crimes—the Beltway Sniper's phrases, the Unabomber's clues, the Anthrax Killer's delivery.

Maggie knows dangerous minds, but she must tackle this new opponent from within a biosafety isolation ward—while waiting to see if death is already multiplying inside her body. She just fears her last case might end with the most intelligent killer she's ever faced escalating from murder…to epidemic.

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With reminders of tainted Tylenol, the Beltway snipers, anthrax-laced envelopes and the hooded Unabomber, Kava creates an atmosphere of queasy suspense that reaches the ultimate in discomfort with a nasty madman unleashing the superdeadly Ebola Zaire virus (the so-called “slate cleaner”) on a blissful populace, including FBI profiler Maggie O’Dell. Tanya Eby Sirois takes all the terror in stride, narrating the thriller in a measured, levelheaded manner rather than trying to embellish the already chill-inducing prose with dramatic flourishes. It’s a good narration choice, suiting the no-nonsense mood of series heroine O’Dell whom Kava places in isolated jeopardy from the jump by infecting her with the virus. And it also fits the determined approach employed by O’Dell’s uninfected partner, R.J. Tully, as he performs the novel’s heavy work of sifting through the clues, grilling suspects and searching for the mystery maniac. A Mira hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 25). (Oct.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778325574
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 10/1/2008
  • Series: Maggie O'Dell Series , #6
  • Pages: 432
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

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

Waheem was already bleeding when he boarded the crowded motorboat. He kept a bloodstained rag wadded up and pressed against his nose, hoping the other passengers wouldn't notice. Earlier the boat's owner, the man islanders called Pastor Roy, had helped Waheem load his rusted cage stuffed full of monkeys onto the last available space. But not even a mile from shore and Waheem noticed Pastor Roy glancing back and forth from his wife's tight smile to the blood now dripping down the front of Waheem's shirt. Pastor Roy looked like he regretted offering Waheem the last seat.

"Nosebleeds seem common on these islands," Pastor Roy said, almost a question, giving Waheem a chance to explain.

Waheem nodded like he had no idea what the man had said. He understood English perfectly but pretended otherwise. There wouldn't be another charcoal or banana boat for two days, so he was grateful for his good fortune, grateful that Pastor Roy and his wife allowed him on board, especially with his cage of monkeys. But Waheem knew it would be a forty-minute trip from Buvuma Island to Jinja and he preferred silence to the pastor's chatter about Jesus. All the others had boarded first, so Waheem was stuck sitting up front, in salvation range. He didn't want to encourage the pastor to think he might save one more soul on the trip across the lake.

Besides, the others—a sad assortment of women and barefoot children and one blind old man—looked much more like they needed saving. Despite the bloody nose and the sudden throbbing pain inside his head, Waheem was young and strong and if things went as planned, he and his family would be rich, buying a shamba of their own instead of breaking their backs working for others.

"God is here," Pastor Roy called out, evidently not needing any encouragement. He steered the boat with one hand and waved the other at the islands surrounding them in the distance, beginning one of his sermons.

The other passengers all bowed their heads, almost an involuntary response to the man's voice. Perhaps they considered their reverence a small fee for passage on the pastor's boat. Waheem bowed his head, too, but watched from behind his blood-soaked rag, pretending to listen and trying to ignore the stink of monkey urine and the occasional spatter of his own warm blood dripping down his chin. He noticed the blind man's eyes, white blurry globes that darted back and forth while his wrinkled lips twitched, but there was only a mumbled hum, perhaps a prayer. A woman beside Waheem held tight the top of a burlap bag that moved on its own and smelled of wet chicken feathers. Everyone was quiet except for three little girls on the back of the boat who smiled and swayed. They were singing softly in a whispered chant. Even in their playfulness they were evidently aware that they shouldn't disturb the pastor's words.

"God hasn't forgotten you people," Pastor Roy continued, "and neither will I."

Waheem glanced at Pastor Roy's wife. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to her husband. She sat next to him at the front of the boat, rubbing her bare white arms with clear liquid from a plastic bottle, stopping every few seconds to pick tsetse flies from her silky, long hair.

"All of Lake Victoria's islands are filled with the outcasts, the poor, the criminals, the sick—" He paused and nodded at Waheem as if to differentiate his handicap from the rest of the list. "But I see only Jesus' children, waiting to be saved."

Waheem didn't correct the pastor. He didn't consider himself one of Buvuma's diseased outcasts, though there were plenty of them. It wasn't unusual to see someone sick or covered with lesions, open sores. The islands were a last resort for many. But not Waheem. He had never been sick a day of his life, at least not before the vomiting started last night.

It had gone on for hours. His stomach ached from the reminder. He didn't like thinking about the black vomit speckled with chunks of blood. He worried that he had thrown up pieces of his insides. That's what it felt like. Now his head throbbed and his nose wouldn't stop bleeding. He readjusted the rag, trying to find a spot that wasn't soiled. Blood dripped onto his dusty foot and he found himself staring at the pastor's shiny leather shoes. Waheem wondered how Pastor Roy expected to save anyone without getting his shoes dirty.

It didn't matter. Waheem cared only about getting his monkeys to Jinja in time to meet the American, a businessman dressed in equally shiny leather shoes. The man had promised Waheem a fortune. At least it was a fortune to Waheem. The American had agreed to pay him more money for each monkey than Waheem and his father could make in a whole year.

He wished he had been able to capture more, but it had taken almost two days to secure the three he had shoved together into the metal cage. To look at them now no one would believe the struggle he had gone through. Waheem knew from experience that monkeys had sharp teeth and if they wrapped their tails around a man's neck they could slash his face to shreds in a matter of minutes. He'd learned that much from the two short months he had worked for Okbar, the rich monkey trader from Jinja.

The job had been a good one, but there were nets and tranquilizer guns that Okbar had provided that made it seem simple. Waheem's main responsibility was to load up the sick monkeys the British veterinarian expelled out of the shipments; shipments that included hundreds of monkeys that would go onto a cargo plane destined for research labs in the United Kingdom and the United States.

The veterinarian thought Waheem loaded up the monkeys and took them away to be killed, but Okbar called that an "outrageous waste." So instead of killing the monkeys, Okbar instructed Waheem to take the poor sick ones to an island in Lake Victoria and set them free. Sometimes when Okbar came up short of monkeys for a shipment he had Waheem go out to the island and get a few of the sick ones. Oftentimes the veterinarian didn't even notice.

But now Okbar was gone. It had been months since anyone had seen him. Waheem wasn't sure where he had gone. One day his small, messy office in Jinja was empty, all the file cabinets, the metal desk, the tranquilizer guns and nets, everything gone. No one knew what had happened to Okbar. And Waheem was out of a job. He'd never forget the disappointment in his father's eyes. They would have to return to the fields and work long days to make up for the job that Waheem had lost.

Then one day the American showed up in Jinja, asking for Waheem, not Okbar, but Waheem. Somehow he knew about the monkeys that were taken to the island and those were the ones he wanted. He would pay the premium price. "But they must be the monkeys," he told Waheem, "from the island where you took the outcasts."

Waheem wasn't sure why anyone would want sick monkeys. He looked in at them now, hunched over, crowded together in the rusted, metal cage. Their noses were running and caked with green slime. Their faces were blank. They refused food and water. Still, Waheem avoided eye contact, knowing all too well what good aim a monkey, even a sick one, had when he decided to spit in your eye.

The monkeys must have sensed Waheem examining them because suddenly one grabbed the bars of the cage and started to screech. The noise didn'tbother Waheem. He was used to it. It was normal compared to their eerie silence. But another monkey joined in and now Waheem saw the pastor's wife sit up and stare. There was no longer a tight smile on her perfect face. Waheem didn't think she looked frightened or concerned, but rather she looked disgusted. He worried the pastor might make him throw the cage overboard, or worse, make Waheem go overboard with them. Like most islanders he didn't know how to swim.

The throbbing in his head joined in with the monkeys' screeches and Waheem thought he could feel the boat rocking. His stomach threatened to spew up again. Only now did he realize the entire front of his shirt had blossomed into a huge red-and-black stain. And the bleeding continued. He could feel it inside his mouth, filling his throat. He swallowed and started coughing, trying to catch the chunks of blood but not quite successful. Some splattered the pastor's leather shoes.

Waheem's eyes darted around but avoided Pastor Roy. Everyone was watching him. They would vote to throw him from the boat. He had seen them bow to the man's words. They would, no doubt, do whatever he asked. They were too far away from the islands. He'd never be able to stay afloat.

Suddenly the pastor's hand waved down at him and Waheem winced and jerked away. Only after he sat up and focused his eyes did he see that Pastor Roy was not getting ready to shove him overboard. Instead, the man was handing Waheem a white cloth, brilliant white with beautiful, decorative embroidery in the corner.

"Go ahead, take it," the pastor said in a soft voice, this not a sermon meant for any of the others. When Waheem didn't answer, Pastor Roy continued, "Yours is all used up." And he pointed to the dripping rag. "Go ahead, you need it more than I do."

Waheem's eyes darted around the small boat, all still watching, but none like the pastor's wife whose face had twisted into an angry scowl. Only, she no longer looked at Waheem. Her eyes, her anger now directed at her husband.

The rest of the trip was quiet except for the singsong chant of the little girls. Their voices lulled Waheem into a dreamlike state. At one point he thought he could hear his mother calling to him from the approaching shore. His vision became blurred and his ears filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.

He was weak and dizzy by the time the boat docked. This time Pastor Roy had to carry the cage for him while Waheem followed, stumbling through the crowds, women with baskets and burlap bags, men loitering and bicycles looping around them.

The pastor put down the cage and Waheem grunted his thanks, more a groan. But before the pastor turned to leave, Waheem dropped to his knees, choking and heaving, splattering the shiny leather shoes with black vomit. He reached to wipe his mouth and discovered blood dripping from his ears, and his throat already full again. He felt the pastor's hand on his shoulder and Waheem hardly recognized the voice calling for help. The calm authority that preached sermons had been replaced by a panicked screech.

Waheem's body jerked without warning. His arms thrashed and his legs flayed in the dirt, a seizure beyond his control. It was difficult to breathe. He gasped and choked, no longer able to swallow. Then he felt movement deep inside him. He could almost hear it, as if his insides were ripping apart. Blood seemed to pour out from everywhere. His brain registered no pain, only shock. The shock of seeing so much blood and realizing it was his own, seemed to override the pain.

A crowd gathered around him but they were a blur. Even the pastor's voice became a distant hum. Waheem could no longer see him. And he wasn't even conscious of the American businessman who slipped his gloved fingers around the handle of Waheem's rusted monkey cage and then simply walked away.

Two months later

8:25 a.m.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Quantico, Virginia

Maggie O'Dell watched her boss, Assistant Director Cunningham, push up his glasses and examine the box of doughnuts sitting outside his office as if the decision might impact lives. It was the same intense look she saw him make when determining any decision, whether choosing a doughnut or running the Behavioral Science Unit. His serious poker face, despite the weathered lines in his forehead and around his intense eyes, remained unchanged. An index finger tapped his thin—almost nonexistent—upper lip.

He stood with a rod-straight back and feet set apart in the same stance he used to fire his Glock. A few minutes after eight in the morning and his well-pressed shirtsleeves were already rolled up, but meticulously and properly turned with cuffs tucked under. Lean and fit, he could eat the entire dozen and probably not notice it on his waistline. His salt-and-pepper hair was the only thing that hinted at his age. Maggie had heard rumors that he could bench-press fifty pounds more than what the recruits were doing despite being almost thirty years their senior. So it wasn't calories that affected his choice.

Maggie glanced down at herself. In many ways she had modeled her appearance after her boss. Creased trousers, a copper-colored suit that complemented her auburn hair and brown eyes but didn't distract or draw attention, a lock-n-load stance that conveyed confidence.

Sometimes she knew she overcompensated a bit. Old habits were hard to break. Ten years ago when Maggie made the transformation from forensic fellow to special agent her survival depended on her ability to blend in as much as possible with her male counterparts. No-nonsense hairstyle, very little makeup, tailored suits, but nothing formfitting. Of course, the FBI wasn't an agency that punished attractive women, but Maggie knew it certainly wasn't one that rewarded them, either.

Lately, however, she had noticed her suits were hanging a bit loosely on her. Not necessarily a result of that overcompensation, but perhaps from simple stress.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2014

    Cool!

    I like it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2014

    Exposed - Chapter Two -

    The banging on my bedroom door only got louder. I took a deep breath and opened the door, waiting for him to explain himself. For a moment he just stood there with a blank expression on his face, suddenly her grabbed my arm and led me downstairs. My mother was sitting in the living room sofa with her arms crossed. "Isn't there something you'd like to say to your mother?" I could tell he wanted me to say sorry, but it wasn't going to happen. "Ash!" The scream startled me, "What?" I muttered. My father quickly turned to me and began to yell at the top of his lungs, "I don't work all day long just to come home to hear that you're being disrespectful!" My mother stood up and shook her head. I noticed a tear trickle down her cheek. She walked out, but before she did she just had to flip me off. The finger caught me off guard, my first thought was, 'What kind of mother are you.' My father threw his hand up and screamed, "J-just go to your room!" [[Not very long today.. sorry. I will be starting a new book soon! Called 100 years from now! More details tomorrow.]]

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  • Posted June 30, 2012

    very good book

    a must read..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    I have to agree, with some of the other reviews.

    Not one of my favorates of hers this one fell a little short not her best work. The jumping around really hate that about this book and for me this was not my fav at all. Sorty Alex you didn,t do very well on this one.

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  • Posted February 18, 2012

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    Oh, Okay

    A fast but disappointing read, Exposed is at its best when it sticks to the main plot. The romances and relationships are not as intriguing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2011

    Engrossing

    Finished it is 2 days. 278 pages felt to short.

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  • Posted January 16, 2010

    Disappointing

    I've enjoyed Alex Kava in the past but this book is hard to read because she jumps around to three different stories taking place and I find it hard to stay with....could just be a Winter mood for me....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2009

    Mindnumbing Frivolity

    Exposed is the story of FBI agent Maggie O'Dell and her cohorts. It starts innocently with a box of doughnuts and leads to a murderer with an admiration of past killers (Unabomber, Anthrax Killer, etc.) and the most deadly biological weapon of all..Ebola Zaire. This strain is so deadly that it is called the "slate wiper". Who will get the virus? Will they live? Who is the killer?

    I am not the biggest fan of mindnumbing entertainment and frivolity. I prefer to read something that's going to make me think..psychological thrillers especially. I was able to guess the killer halfway through, and so will you. MY RATING - 3 out of 5

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  • Posted October 24, 2008

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    AN UNBEATABLE ENEMY? lISTEN AND SEE.

    As readers of Alex Kava's chilling tales know he doesn't waste words. All are carefully chosen, creating the precise effect he wants - usually frightening, suspenseful. And, he's a master of psychological terror. We're reminded of this as he presents a studied dissection of evil in Exposed.<BR/><BR/> Listeners are immediately drawn in by a scene on Lake Victoria Uganda Africa. We hear, "Waheem was already bleeding when he boarded the crowded motorboat." He feels lucky to have gotten the last space with his "rusted cage stuffed full of monkeys." Why an American businessman would want only sick monkeys Waheem did not know but he had been promised an enormous sum of money to deliver them. Waheem's condition quickly worsens; he's barely able to walk when the boat reaches Jinja. He is soon felled by a seizure, his pain is agonizing, he bleeds profusely, and does not notice the gloved hand that grips the handle of the monkey cage and walks away.<BR/><BR/> The scene immediately shifts to Quantico, Virginia where Agent O'Dell and her boss are sharing a box of doughnuts, she opting for a chocolate covered one, and he choosing a glazed cruller. She has taken but one bite when Cunningham puts his hand on her wrist, saying "Wait!" There's an envelope at the bottom of the box, and a note inside reading, "CALL ME GOD.<BR/>THERE WILL BE A CRASH TODAY.<BR/>At 13949 ELK GROVE<BR/>10:00 A.M.I'D HATE FOR YOU TO MISS IT.<BR/>I AM GOD.<BR/>P.S.YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE ANYWHERE AT<BR/>ANY TIME."<BR/><BR/> What for some authors would be enough to build an entire story on is for Kava only the beginning of this white knuckle thriller in which Maggie and Cunningham face what could be an unbeatable enemy - a lethal virus dispatched by an incredibly devilish killer.<BR/><BR/> Voice performer Tanya Eby Sirois delivers a taut, controlled reading of Kava's story that keeps listeners focused on the unfolding drama rather than distracting them with unnecessary vocal pyrotechnics. Hers is a well thought out narration.<BR/><BR/> - Gail Cooke

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  • Posted October 18, 2008

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    Definite Shocker!

    Alex Kava has definitely pushed her character's limits in her latest novel. Although the pace seemed a bit slower than some of her other novels, that same pace is what increased the suspense in the story. The entire feel throughout the novel was like that of the film "Outbreak". I was devastated by the tragic demise of one of the characters though. Definitely a great read for anytime. Definitely look forward to the next Maggie O'Dell novel. Great work, Alex Kava!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2008

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    If you haven't discovered Maggie O'Dell, you have a lot of page turning fun ahead of you! Read and enjoy. Alex Kava rules!

    A friend told me about the Maggie O'Dell series. I remain indebted to her. Maggie is an independent, research oriented sleuth of the 21st century. She is a profiler with intuition. She is often in danger and always has the reader silently cheering her on.<BR/>Maggie and Assistant Director Cunningham are first responders to an horrific scene. They find a pre-school-aged child trying to care for herself and her deathly ill mother. So, the story begins. We have bought in and we are enthralled. What kind of disease can be so devastating? How was it contracted? Are Maggie and the assistant director in danger of infection? Exposed says it all.<BR/>We are introduced to USAMRIIDE which is a government run facility much like the CDC but much more interesting. There are frozen infectious diseases that could kill a population in the freezers. There is a conflict within the ranks of the facility. There is a quarantine area where the most infectious patients are secluded to keep others from contracting dangerous diseases. <BR/>Maggie has to work the case under the confinds of quarantine. She, like Alex Kava, is a researcher. Give her a computer and she can work anywhere. <BR/>Through Maggie's research and the prospective killer's clues, we are reminded of some cases that effected us and our sense of security...the Unabomber, the Anthrax Killer, the Beltway Snipers, the Tylenol Killer. These crimes changed our basic way of life. Before the Tylenol Killer, pamper proof was not an issue. Now, a product that is NOT pamper proof will not find it's way to our grocery shelves. I can remember Halloweens when neighbors would bake goods and my grandmother would make popcorn balls for neighborhood kids. Now, unless you really know your neighbor well, everything the kids get when trick or treating has to be factory sealed. Life has changed and this story does not let us forget it.<BR/>The initial exposure to the disease is so simple and so cunning that it frightens us to our core. Someone sends you a package. The sender is someone you know. Inside you find cash in a sealed envelope. It was just that easy to infect people with a deadly virus. This one is such a page turner that I read it in 2 days. The stories that really scare us are the ones that are so easiliy possible with so little effort and the devastation comes to us is such a benign way. <BR/>So, read Maggie O'Dell, but make sure you have at least 2 days to read consistently for each book or some vacation time on the books at work. You won't be able to put the books down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2008

    Kava & the copycat

    Ms. Kava's Latest in her seris featuring agent o'dell of the fbi behaviour science branch has maggie stuck for the most part in USAMRIIDE. a real life containment center run by the army used for various aspects of bio warfare. it seems someone has infected a young women and her toddler daughter with some kind of viral infection ,one that is hard to pin down. and is in danger of also killing Maggie AND her boss And Mentor Cunningham. her partner Tully is chasing things down while also contendeding with his feelings about his ex-wife's re-marriage,as well as fending off one Of maggie's boyfrends and trying to keep his own relationship with his daughter and His girlfriend together. slowly we are given clues to the mastermind behind this outbreak and others around the country as the killer uses things connected with a handful of other similar crimes (misleading addresses,the viris is sent through the mail . etc. ) your not exactly sure of the mastermind /mentor behind it untill the last minute . this makes for a good novel in a field (mystery seris ) that has of late has had of late been filled with books that have been costing on their past successes . my Own reccomandation system gives this a ' buy new' rating . This is a good fast read . and youdon't have to of read any previous book inthe seris to enjoy it but it helps . -30- PRH

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2008

    Alex Kava writes a winning thriller.

    In Quantico, Virginia FBI special agent Maggie O'Dell and her boss Assistant Director Cunningham receive a note from ¿God¿ telling them not to miss a crash at 13949 Elk Grove. They race to the site where they find a dying woman from what appears to be a deadly contagion also there is a frightened young girl Mary Louise who vomits all over them. They quickly take the pair to the secret U.S. Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases at Ft Detrick. Maggie and Cunningham are quarantined there to insure they were not exposed to hemorrhagic fever virus.------- Maggie¿s partner, Agent R.J. Tully investigates the case based on the little information the frustrated O¿Dell provides while she remains in a secure area. The culprit seems to be working randomly across the United States using the murderous signatures of infamous serial killers, but no pattern has emerged linking the victims even as the body count rises.---------------- This is a terrific entry in the O¿Dell FBI cases as the heroine, probably EXPOSED, is forced to help from the sidelines while her partner works the field. The story line is fast-paced but as always character driven from the moment Maggie fears she ate a poisoned donut and never slows down as ¿God¿ threatens the children. Although the scenario with taunting bragging serial killers has been done before merging it with possible biological terrorism refreshes the theme. Alex Kava writes a winning thriller.------------------- Harriet Klausner

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