The Fourth Victim (Chapman Files Series #4) [NOOK Book]

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Kelly Chapman, psychologist and expert witness. She's unattached, but 100 percent committed to her clients, her foster child, her friends.

Clay Thatcher, FBI special agent: Missing Persons. A loner and, like Kelly, he too is unattached but 100 percent committed to his job—and only his job.

That's why he's...

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The Fourth Victim (Chapman Files Series #4)

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Overview

Kelly Chapman, psychologist and expert witness. She's unattached, but 100 percent committed to her clients, her foster child, her friends.

Clay Thatcher, FBI special agent: Missing Persons. A loner and, like Kelly, he too is unattached but 100 percent committed to his job—and only his job.

That's why he's in Chandler, Ohio. Kelly Chapman has disappeared. Is it because she testified against someone who now wants revenge? Or is she the fourth victim of a killer responsible for three recent deaths?

Searching for her, Clay has to work against the clock. And Kelly soon becomes more than just another case to him….

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Psychologist and high-profile expert witness Kelly Chapman has vanished without a trace, and it's up to FBI agent Clay Thatcher to find her. But the number of people who could have it in for Kelly is legion, and as Clay digs more deeply, his interest in the courageous woman grows. Now the search to find her before it's too late becomes personal as well as professional. VERDICT Taking a major risk by putting her heroine out of action from the outset and developing the romance at a distance, Quinn has scored on all counts, creating a touching, nail-biting thriller that becomes progressively intense. Quinn (The Third Victim) now lives in Arizona. [In conjunction with this series and to support Strengthen Our Sisters, the first battered women's shelter in the United States, Quinn has organized an online blog tour. See www.tarataylorquinn.com for details.]
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426875649
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/1/2010
  • Series: Chapman Files Series , #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 746,461
  • File size: 681 KB

Meet the Author

Tara Taylor Quinn's love affair with Harlequin began when she was fourteen years old and picked up a free promotional copy of a Harlequin Romance book in a hometown grocery store. The relationship was solidified the year she was suspended from her high school typing class for hiding a Harlequin Romance novel behind the keys of her electric typewriter. Unaware that her instructor loomed close by, Ms. Quinn read blissfully on with one finger resting on the automatic repeating period key. She finished the book in the principal's office. Forced to leave her romances in her locker after that, Ms. Quinn's typing skills improved, a fact for which she is eternally grateful.

Though she wrote her first story at the age of seven, Ms. Quinn's professional writing career didn't begin until ten years later when she was hired as a stringer with the Dayton Daily News in Dayton, Ohio. Ms. Quinn was certified to teach high school English and published several magazine articles before turning to writing as a full-time occupation. She sits at her keyboard ten hours at a stretch these days-- typing romances.

Harlequin published Ms. Quinn's first book, Yesterday's Secrets in October, 1993. It received two Reviewers choice nominations, and was a finalist for the Romance Writers of America's RITA Award for Best Long Contemporary. Her succeeding novels have continued to garner recognition and awards. April of 2001 marked the release of Ms. Quinn's first single title novel, Sheltered in His Arms, and May 2001 saw her debut on the USA TODAY Bestseller List. Most recently her works have been featured on the Waldenbooks Bestseller List and achieved finalist status in the National Readers' Choice Award, Holt Medallion, Bookseller's Best Award, as well as the RITA Award.

With more than 40 original sales over twelve years, Ms. Quinn's books are found worldwide, with many foreign translations and more than four million copies sold. In addition to her novels, the prolific author has written two novellas; two in a continuity series and the launch book for another; and an Internet story. She has had one of her books released in Rocketbook format. October of 2000 marked the debut of the Shelter Valley Stories, a Tara Taylor Quinn series set in the fictional town of Shelter Valley, Arizona. The series has grown to nine books.

Ms. Quinn began writing for the MIRA imprint in 2003 and these emotionally gripping, character-driven stories are keeping readers on the edge of their seats. Her most recent MIRA novel, Hidden, was released in July 2005 and the next, In Plain Sight, is due for release in October 2006.

When she's not writing or fulfilling speaking engagements, Ms. Quinn enjoys traveling and spending time with her family and friends.

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Chandler, Ohio

Thursday, December 2, 2010

"You okay?" I glanced over at the young woman riding in the front passenger seat of my blue Dodge Nitro. Maggie, whose hair was all one color now—a shade of blond that complemented those big brown eyes—stared straight ahead. "Yeah."

"No, really." Maggie knew I wouldn't let her hide from me.

"I'm fine."

Some days, being the new and single foster mother of a fourteen-year-old—a girl who'd been sexually active far more recently than I had—was more challenging than sorting out the various personae of a patient with dissociative identity disorder.

I had experience with the latter. And training.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, making a turn and then another.

"Yeah."

"You don't have to." "I know."

"You don't owe her anything."

Maggie's head swiveled toward me, and the emotion I could see in her eyes caught my stomach. And my heart. "Don't I?" the girl asked, her voice more mature-sounding than any teenager's should have been. "Whatever else she did, she gave me life."

That was something Maggie's mother did often— invoking the invisible bond of biological family. A bond that was meant to comfort but sometimes twisted insidiously and could lock you into a seemingly inescapable hell.

"And then she stole it from you," I said without a pause. "One fact negates the other."

"So why'd you come back to Chandler and take care of your mom until the day she died?"

I didn't regret telling Maggie my life story. It had won me a measure of her trust, which helped save the girl's life. As a result of the whole mess—what her mother had done—I had custody of her for the next four years.

But all things came with a price. I could have pointed out the differences between her story and mine—if I'd had the time, which I didn't. But it wouldn't have mattered. Maggie couldn't hear me right now.

With a heavy feeling of dread, I turned into the prison complex.

"Maggie?" If she'd still been a client I could've distanced myself. "Yeah?"

I waited until she turned and looked at me. "I'm here to stay."

The girl nodded, but her solemn face told its own story. Maggie wasn't believing in happily-ever-after at the moment.

With what she'd been through, how could I blame her?

* * *

Even the unlocked halls in a prison were creepy. Gray. Long. Not enough doors. Staying as far as she could from the butch-looking prison guard walking her down to the dining room, where some female prisoners got to sit at the tables to have visiting time with their families, Maggie tried not to think about getting trapped in there. About some wacko criminal breaking loose.

"You been here before?" the gray-uniformed woman asked. Her voice was all sweet and high, like she was talking to a freakin' puppy. Maggie wondered if the guard knew how bad she looked with that inch of gray showing at the roots of her pitch-black hair.

"Yes," Maggie told her. Because being polite was important. "Once."

Kelly had offered to come with her today, like she had the first time, but Maggie needed to be alone with her mom.

Now she wished she'd asked her foster mother to walk with her to the dining room. Kelly had a way of making the craziest things seem not so bad.

Probably came from being a shrink.

Maggie spotted her mom right off—at the same table they were at before. The one in the corner as far away from everyone else as they could get in the too-small room.

Tables here were only big enough for four. To keep down the chances of riots and fights, Kelly had told her.

To keep these freaks from forming gangs, Maggie figured. Like they'd ever be able to prevent gangs. Rape and violence happened in prisons. Maggie knew that. She wasn't a kid.

There were only a couple of other orange-suited women in the room, with one visitor apiece.

"Hey, baby," Mom said as Maggie nodded the guard away and slid onto the hard plastic seat across from her mother. Her mother in the orange jumpsuit.

"Hey."

Mom reached out her arms, like she was going to hug her. Maggie pretended not to see, staring up at the ceiling until the stupid tears went away.

There were a couple of bruises on her mother's arms.

And—something that had been happening a lot lately— Maggie had a flashback….

She was about six. Wearing a new pink polka-dot dress. She'd tripped getting out of the car, fell in the dirt outside the trailer door and stained her dress. She'd started to cry about her pretty dress, but before she could do more than hiccup Mom was there, scooping her up with both arms, holding her close and telling her everything was going to be all right. That nothing was worth seeing her baby cry. It was only a dress…

Coming back to the present, Maggie blinked. It wasn't only a dress anymore. And everything wasn't going to be all right.

"Kelly said you got ten years for child endangerment and solicitation of a minor."

"It's not fair, Mags," Mom said. "I had no idea Mac and you—"

Maggie's face must have shut down because Mom stopped and took her hand. "I'm sorry, honey. It's not your fault. Don't ever think any of this is your fault."

Maggie wanted to shrug off her mom's hand. Because it was warm. And familiar. And inaccessible for the next ten years.

Because her mom had betrayed her. Lied to her.

Her mom's sentence had nothing to do with Mac. Mom had sold her to a corrupt deputy as a drugrunner.

She held on to those fingers for all she was worth. "I love you," she told the woman who'd given birth to her at sixteen rather than have an abortion. The woman who'd quit school and kept a job for every single one of the next fourteen years; who'd been able to chase away the boogey-man when Maggie had nightmares; who'd sat with her when she had the flu and thrown up all over the place; who'd always made sure there were presents under the tree at Christmas.

"I know, baby. I love you, too." Mom leaned forward.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Maggie wanted to ask the same, but couldn't. Those bruises… She wondered if anyone had gotten to her mother. Hurt her. She was scared to death of that.

She lay awake in bed at night wondering about it.

"How're your classes going?" Mom had asked every single school day of Maggie's life. Until this year.

So far, Maggie's first semester in high school had been pretty much a nightmare. Living on the wrong side of the tracks in a small town had been bad enough—but being the victim in a major criminal scandal that involved drugs made fitting in at school almost impossible.

"Good. I'm getting all A's." She had to. She was going to college.

They talked about her classes. Her teachers. Mom asked if she missed cheerleading. Maggie didn't. And then she asked if Maggie'd met any cute boys. Maggie didn't bother to answer that one.

What Mom didn't ask about was Glenna. About being at school without her best friend who'd been murdered by the bad cop. The one who'd paid Maggie's mom for access to Maggie.

And she didn't ask about Kelly. About life at Kelly's house.

"She's never going to replace you," Maggie finally blurted out. It was part of what she'd come here to say. "I know." But Mom's eyes filled with tears. And Maggie changed her mind about saying the rest of it. She'd been stupid to even hope that Lori Winston would be okay with Maggie's growing feelings for her foster parent.

But maybe Kelly had it all wrong. Maybe it was all Maggie's fault. If only Mac would contact her like he'd promised. He'd help her see the truth.

Kelly wouldn't approve of Mac talking to her. She'd freak. Call the cops. But that was because she didn't understand.

Maggie wasn't like other teenagers. She'd grown up fast. And smart. She was mature. Didn't act like a drama queen.

Mac loved her. It wasn't their fault that he'd been born twenty years before her. Or that she was only fourteen.

"Listen, Mags, I've been talking to someone in here." Mom's voice got that tone, like when she was planning to schmooze the landlord out of having to pay rent. Or calling in sick when she wasn't sick at all.

Maggie felt like she might throw up. She wanted to leave. But she couldn't, even though the guard was right behind them, leaning against the wall, watching Maggie and waiting for her to signal that she was done.

"I want you to be careful." Mom's voice got all whis-pery. "There's this woman in here who used to be an attorney. She says Kelly Chapman can't be trusted. She says Kelly lies to people to get them to tell her things, and then she turns them in."

"The only reason she called the cops on me is because I was a minor," Maggie said. "She had to. By law. And for my own safety."

"You were safe, Mags. What you were doing, delivering that stuff, you weren't in any danger. And we were making enough money to get you to college."

"That stuff was drugs, Mom. And we could've gotten loans for college. I wish you'd talked to me. We could've figured something out… "

It was the same old story. Maggie went over it and over it in her head. And never got anywhere.

"We would've been fine if it wasn't for that woman."

Mom stopped and Maggie knew she was thinking of Mac. Mom didn't get it, either.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Mom said. "I didn't have anything to do with the drugs. Never saw them. Never touched them. I don't take them. And I made sure you weren't in danger. I'm a good mother. And when I got worried about you, I got help. I trusted that woman, Mags. I sent you to her so she could help us, and instead, she took you from me. Took you for herself. Look at her, with her fancy degree and her house and her money. But does she have a husband? Has she ever had a kid? No. She lets people like me sacrifice and do all the hard work and then she takes the rewards of our efforts for herself."

Mom's reasoning was skewed. But not completely.

"I have my rights, Mags. That's what Thea, this attorney, was telling me. They strong-armed me. Scared me about losing contact with you."

Mom was right about that and Maggie felt sicker.

"Thea says I can go back to court. I have grounds to make a motion because of the way they kept yelling at me that I'd never see you again. I'll get a hearing and if Mac won't testify for me, then we'll subpoena your records from Kelly. They'll show that I had your best interest at heart. They'll show how much I love you. I'm the one who called the damned shrink… "

Mac was a good guy. They could say anything they wanted about him, but if he was so bad, they'd arrest him. They didn't because they knew he wasn't a criminal. Maggie was sure of it. They said he had another life, a family, but Maggie didn't believe it. They were confusing Mac with someone else. Mac was hers. He would've told her if he'd had a family. He loved her. And she loved him.

"Mac can't testify for you, Mom. You pled guilty."

"Only because they dropped a bunch of stupid charges. That's why they said I did so much stuff, honey, so they could scare me into saying I did some of it. Thea told me how it works. It's all to save the state from having to go to trial. But with the new motion I'll get a hearing."

Maggie knew what a plea agreement was. She'd done a lot of reading on the internet since Mom's arrest.

"Mags, please, just until I find a way out of here, watch your back, okay? I love you so much… "

"I know. I love you, too." That was always there. This attachment between her and Mom.

"You're my life, Maggie. You're everything good about me. The only good thing I've ever done."

"That's not true. You've done lots of good things."

"Just take care of yourself. I'll get out of here, I promise, but until then we can't let anything happen to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me." Starting to feel scared again, Maggie thought of Kelly. And Sam. They were keeping her safe. They had to be. They'd made sure she didn't get in any trouble for the stuff that she'd done. They knew she hadn't understood what she was doing.

This was just another one of those things Mom didn't get, right?

And then she thought of something else. Mom had said she was getting out…

Mom, who always figured out how to get around whatever got in their way. Maggie leaned forward. "You aren't planning to do anything that'll get you in more trouble, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Don't, Mom. Please. I'm begging you…. Do what this Thea says. Make a motion, or whatever. I'll say you can use my records with Kelly." She wasn't sure she could do that as a minor, but Kelly would do it if Maggie asked.

Mom's fingers were soft on her face and Maggie had to fight tears again. She wished she could lay her head against her mom's shoulder and cuddle up and go to sleep. Like she had in the old days.

"I'm going to be fine, sweetie," Mom said. "I don't belong in here. They'll see that. And in the meantime, just sleep with one eye open. Do it for me. Okay? That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Wishing she could change who she was, Maggie shook her head. No, it wasn't too much to ask. She turned toward the guard. And felt horrible about how relieved she was that she could go now. About how badly she wanted to get back to Camy, her new, very bossy, little-sister toy poodle, and the room Kelly and Maggie had decorated together.

They'd had fun. Laughed.

While Mom was in this hellhole.

And maybe she deserved to be.

Still, Mom was Mom. And Maggie was Maggie.

And they'd always be related.

Chandler, Ohio

Friday, December 3, 2010

The first Friday in December was an unusually warm—for Ohio—forty degrees. That's still cold, though, and I was outside in-line skating. Was I nuts? Judging by the absence of fellow exercisers on the trail, maybe. Except that even in the middle of summer, I was often alone out there.

What could I say? I loved to skate. Loved the sensation of flying with the wind rushing past me. Skating had always been my time to reflect. So, cold or not, I'd gone to my usual place, a section of disused railroad track that had been converted into a paved bike path that stretched eighteen miles or more through several counties.

And it was midmorning, to boot. Most people were at work. Or involved in the business of their day, so I got to be there alone. Not everyone had these random two-hour blocks of time in the early afternoons.

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  • Posted January 6, 2011

    The author creates a suspenseful story with Dr. Kelly Chapman kidnapped and left apparently to die.

    I've read all 4 of the Chapman Files series now and found each a suspenseful mystery. Dr. Kelly Chapman is kidnapped while in-line skating and finds herself tied up and left to die in a cave.
    The suspense builds as the police and FBI, specifically Clay Thatcher begin the search for Dr. Chapman. The number of suspects is high and the stakes are life & death. I found it a great read.

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  • Posted November 8, 2010

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    The 4th Victim is the 4th and final episode in Ms. Taylor Quinn's Kelly Chapman files series.

    Kelly Chapman, a national expert witness and psychologist living in her hometown of Chandler Ohio disappears while skating one morning in early December, because of her notoriety and the contents of her past and present cases the FBI is quickly called in and along with local authorities starts the search. Dedicated FBI agent Clay Thatcher gets the call to head up the search for Kelly and while going through all her current and past case files trying to find the culprit and more importantly finding Kelly alive he becomes captivated with her and the search becomes his personal mantra and the more he learns about her the more she becomes a permanent resident in his psyche.
    In this latest thriller Ms. Taylor Quinn gives us a lot to chew on in terms of content. We her audience will revel in the intricacies she reveals about her characters where she bears souls and opens hearts. Her plot is more than interesting, it's engrossing and enthralling. It's content is very contemporary and we of the all news all the time generation will love it. She will wow and woo us with her narrative as she bounces between the victim, and the hardened law officer, between friends and foes of Kelly's and between those who love her and those who owe her their very lives. We readers will be reunited with the past cases that she brought us in the previous novels of the series, we'll get to see how the romances solidified and how the villains seem to get away with their crimes by their false acts and actions. Her heroine is the unflappable Kelly Chapman who isn't used to being a victim and shows us that she doesn't handle it well either. And her hero in this case is a lonely man with issues and who better to pair him with than our lovely Ms. Chapman. Her romance is endearing, enchanting and sweet as we see our hero and heroine learn to trust each other by trusting their hearts and opening their eyes to possibilities that neither of them ever expected. Her other characters are used to fill the informational holes provided by our main protagonists and are more than important to the story.
    If you've become a fan of Kelly Chapman you won't want to miss her very own file entry. If you love Tara Taylor Quinn this will only reinforce that love. If you love good old fashioned romantic suspense with the emphasis on suspense give this one a try. This stands well alone, but why deny yourself the pleasure of the whole series.

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  • Posted October 31, 2010

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    A suspenseful thriller that is riviting

    In Chandler, Ohio psychologist Kelly Chapman keeps her distance from everyone including her patients though she diligently tries to help them and the community, which is why she is called the "Fix-it lady". Still even she is surprised when she agrees to be a foster parent to fourteen year old troubled Maggie Winston. While musing about being a loner who cares, Kelly exercises by in-line skating when a car thumps her.

    Because Dr. Chapman has been an expert witness on numerous trials, the FBI investigates her disappearance. A loner like Kelly, Missing Persons Special Agent Clay Thatcher leads the inquiry. The more he digs into the life of Dr. Chapman the more he sees the female version of himself. Diligently working the case, he fears the woman he never met but who he is attracted to has become the 4th Victim of a serial killer.

    The key to the super fourth Chapman Files thriller (see The 1st Wife, the 2nd Lie and The 3rd Secret) is that the potential romance between the lead couple is treated throughout the suspenseful story line like the early part of the movie Laura. Different in tone from the previous files but action-packed from the moment that the in-line skating shrink is snatched. Fans will relish this entertaining entry as Kelly is the victim and the frantic Fed knows this case has turned personal as he likes what he knows of Dr. Chapman, but fears she is dead.

    Harriet Klausner

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