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Journalist Jack Gannon's estranged sister, Cora, disappeared without a trace decades ago. Now she is frantically reaching out to him for help. Cora tells him about the shameful mistakes she's made—but she ...
Journalist Jack Gannon's estranged sister, Cora, disappeared without a trace decades ago. Now she is frantically reaching out to him for help. Cora tells him about the shameful mistakes she's made—but she guards the one secret that may be keeping her daughter alive.
A twenty-year-old assassin, haunted by the faces of the people he's executed, seeks absolution as he sets out to commit his last murders as a hired killer.
In the U.S. and Mexico, police and the press go flat out on Tilly's case. But as Gannon digs deeper into his anguished sister's past, the hours tick down on his niece's life and he faces losing a fragment of his rediscovered family forever.
Cora Martin was propped against two pillows in her bed when she heard a faint noise and put her book down. Was that Tilly?
Her daughter was asleep down the hall.
No, that sounded like it came from outside.
Cora listened for half a minute. Everything was quiet. She dismissed the noise as a bird or the Bannerman's darned cat. The clock on Cora's night table showed the time: 12:23 a.m. She returned to her book. After reading two pages she began drifting off when she heard another strange sound.
Like a soft murmur. This time it came from a far side of the house.
What the heck is that?
Cora got up to investigate, groaning. She had to go to work in a few hours. She needed to get some sleep.
Wearing only a cotton nightshirt, she padded down the hall to Tilly's door. It was partially open, as usual. Her eleven-year-old daughter was asleep on her stomach. One foot had escaped from the sheets. Cora moved to her bedside, adjusted it then took in the room, Tilly's stuffed toys, posters of teen idols and Cora's favorite: the drawing of two happy stick figures holding hands, titled 'Mommy & Me.'
Soft light painted Tilly's face. She was more than a beautiful child to Cora; she was her lifeline, her hope and her dream.
I love you more than you'll ever know, kiddo.
She stroked Tilly's hair, then went to check the rest of the house. Cora had rented the small, ranch-style bungalow at an affordable rate from a widowed realtor who didn't hide her maternal fondness for single-working moms and their daughters.
Cora checked the front and back doors then the windows in each room. Nothing was amiss. She reconsidered what she'd heard. It had kind of sounded like someone walking around the house.
She thought of calling the police but pushed it aside for now.
Should I go outside?
It would be better to check the alarm system. She went to the console on the wall to inspect the indicator lights. Cora wasn't afraid to check the yard. This was Mesa Mirage, almost hidden among the larger east valley suburbs of metropolitan Phoenix. Mesa Mirage was a tranquil community of retirement villages and golf courses. It didn't have its own police department, but it was served by the County Sheriff's Office, supported by volunteer posses and was safe.
Almost crime free.
Everything was in order, according to the light sequence of the alarm system. Good. Cora was thirsty. She'd get a drink in the kitchen then crawl back into bed and sleep.
Finishing her water at the sink, she touched her fingers to her lips. She had forged a good life here and she would do anything to protect Tilly.
Especially from the monsters she'd buried long ago.
Cora's attention shifted to the knock on her front door. Who could it be at this hour? Moving through the living room, she looked at the window and glimpsed two uniformed officers at the door.
She opened the door.
In the instant Cora absorbed their grave faces, half in shadow under the porch light, she was pricked by a twinge of unease.
Something was wrong.
Not the kind of wrong that often accompanies a late—night visit by the police, but something darker. She had no time to ponder it.
"Sorry to trouble you, ma'am," one of the officers said. "We're checking on the welfare of residents here. Is everything all right?"
"Can you tell us how many people are in your home tonight?"
"Just me and my daughter, why?"
As one of the officers took notes, a thousand points of concern flashed across Cora's mind. She glanced to the street for a patrol car, finding a late—model sedan. She didn't think the two men were with the county or the volunteer posse. She scanned their uniforms for a shoulder patch and found one. But since she really never encountered police, she was not sure if the officers were from Mesa, Tempe, Chandler or Gilbert.
"I'm sorry," Cora said. "Who are you with?"
"We're with the task force," the first officer said. "Ma'am, are there any firearms in your residence?"
"No. I hate guns. What task force? What's this about?"
"Earlier tonight, an inmate escaped custody, a convicted murderer. He was sighted in this area of the community."
"Oh my God."
"I'm afraid there's a bit more to this. May we come in?"
"Yes, of course."
Cora let the two men enter her home. Inside, the officers looked around Cora's living room.
"Where's your daughter located at this time?" the first officer asked.
"Down the hall, in her bedroom. She's asleep."
The officer nodded to his partner.
"We'll check on her welfare."
"But she's fine." Cora watched the second officer quietly enter Tilly's room, while the first officer spoke to her.
"It's routine," he said, indicating the kitchen. "Let's go there and I'll explain."
The first officer went directly to the sink over the kitchen window that looked out to the Cora's back yard. He pulled a pocket telescope from his utility belt, clenched one eye and gazed through it.
"The suspect is in the house directly behind yours, one row back."
"I don't understand."
The officer turned to her and she noticed a scar running along his jaw.
"We're here to help set up a perimeter for the SWAT Team," he said.
At that point the second officer emerged, nodded to his partner and approached them at the sink.
"Ma'am?" The first officer offered Cora his scope. "Take a look. It's the house with the pool lights."
She was apprehensive.
Her kitchen seemed to be closing in on her as the two officers now stood near. Was this a dream? She took the telescope, raised it to her eye, not sure what she was looking for when pain shot through her skull. Her hair strained her scalp, pulled by some force. Duct tape peeled, Cora's mouth was sealed before she could cry out. The invaders moved her swiftly and silently to a kitchen chair, taping her ankles, her wrists, then her chest to it.
Terrified, Cora looked down the hall.
The first man drew his face to Cora's.
"Your daughter is fine. Look at me!"
Cora tried to talk.
"Are you going to cooperate so we can get through this quickly?" Cora nodded.
"We do not want to hurt you, or your daughter. Understand?"
"If you resist, we will kill your daughter in front of you."
Cora sobbed against the tape.
"Do you understand? If you cooperate, you survive."
"We know you work for Lyle Galviera at Quick Draw Courier." Cora nodded.
"I'm going to remove the tape and we'll talk. If you scream, if you refuse to cooperate or lie, you and your daughter will die. Do you understand?"
Cora nodded and the second man peeled the tape from Cora's mouth.
She gasped, swallowed and listened to the first man. "Lyle uses his company to distribute our product and move cash to be cleaned. Where is the money?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"He stole five million dollars from us."
"No! This is a mistake! Are you looking for drug money? Lyle's not involved with drugs. I've got nothing to do with drugs. This is all wrong, it's a mistake. Please leave us alone! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"We can't find him. Where's the money?"
For the next thirty minutes the invaders ransacked the house. What did they do with Tilly? They must've tied her down.
"Where is our money?"
"Did you hurt my daughter?"
"She's not hurt. Where is it?"
"I told you this is wrong, this is a mistake!"
"Listen to me: You will find Galviera and tell him to return our money."
Sobbing, Cora shook her head.
"This is a mistake. I don't know anything about this."
"You know. You do the books for his company."
"No. No. I'm the office manager, the secretary. I know he left a few days ago for business in San Diego, then in Los Angeles."
"He is not in California."
"But I made the travel arrangements. Please, I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave us alone. Please. This is a mistake."
The first man turned to his partner. After speaking in rapid Spanish to him, the man left the house and returned with a large suitcase they placed before Cora.
"Remember," the first man said. "Do not scream."
The second man went down the hall to Tilly's room. Seconds later Tilly emerged, her mouth covered with duct tape, eyes popping with fear as they met Cora's.
Tilly was in her pajamas with the unicorn pattern; her wrists were taped in front of her in a praying position as she hugged a hastily balled collection of items. Cora could see jeans, a pink shirt and white sneakers. Was that her toothbrush sticking from the heap? It was as if she were rushing off to a sleepover.
Fear twisted Cora's stomach.
"It's going to be OK, honey," Cora tried to comfort her as the second man opened the large suitcase and positioned Tilly inside, bending her knees to her chest, then zipping her closed as if he were a magician preparing a trick.
"What are you doing?" Cora raised her voice. "Wait! No."
The first man drew his weapon and placed it to the bag where Tilly's head would be, cocked the trigger and turned to Cora.
"Have you forgotten your need to shut up and listen?"
"Yes, please, please don't hurt her. I'm begging you."
"If you do as we say, she will not be harmed, understand?"
"We are taking your daughter with us."
"Listen carefully. Lyle must return our money, or your daughter will die. And if you go to the police, your daughter will die."
"Tilly, sweetie, everything will be OK. Do what they say. Tilly, I love -" Tape was replaced on Cora's mouth.
"Your binding is not that tight, you should be able to free yourself in a few hours," the first man said. "We will return your daughter unharmed after Lyle Galviera returns the money he's stolen from us. He has five days."
The men left with the suitcase holding Tilly, leaving Cora alone, bound to a chair, sobbing in her kitchen.
Ciudad Juarez, Mexico
An anguished cry rose from the morgue's viewing room. "M'jo! M'jo!"
Paula Chavez bent over the corpse of young man in his late teens, her son, Ramon. Her face creased with pain. She stared into his open eyes then at the bullet holes in his tattooed chest. Helpless against the horror, she caressed his face and pressed one of his cold hands to her cheek.
It was evocative of Michelangelo's Pieta, Jack Gannon thought, watching from across the room.
He turned to Isabel Luna, who had raised her camera to shoot several frames of Paula Chavez. At times, the priest and morgue workers had to steady the grieving mother who was now childless.
Ramon was sixteen. He'd been Paula Chavez's last living son.
She'd already lost two others to the violence this year.
The sorrow in the air was as biting as the smell of chlorine and the reek of death.
For much of the day, Gannon and Luna had been riding along with forensic experts and coroner's staff, pin-balling from homicide to homicide when they had come to the fringe of a squatter's village. Paula Chavez was in a ditch on her knees weeping at the crime scene tape near her son. A priest prayed alongside her while wind-swept garbage and desert dust enshrouded them.
The priest brought Paula to the morgue. A coroner's van brought her son. Gannon and Luna had followed them here where workers had set Ramon's corpse on a table next to the bodies of six other people murdered across the city so far that day.
Now, after taking half a dozen pictures, Luna lowered her camera and indicated to the pathologist who'd granted access that they were finished.
Gannon and Luna stepped outside into baking heat as another coroner's van delivered two more white body bags strapped to gurneys.
Another corpse, another coffin, another grave. Another day in Juarez, a battlefield in Mexico's drug wars.
Welcome to Murder City.
Gannon slid on his dark glasses and as he and Luna walked to his rented Ford he reflected on Paula Chavez. She lived in a shack and earned less than ten dollars a day running a tiny hamburger stand. She'd lost her husband and sons to the violence. Gannon thought of the pain carved into her weatherworn face, the agony of her cries, how she embodied the toll exacted by the carnage. These images burned into his memory. The impact of random cruelty. Throughout his years on the crime beat he hammered the heartache he bore for people like Paula Chavez into a quiet rage that he used to fuel his work.
Gannon was a journalist with the World Press Alliance, the global news wire service headquartered in New York City. He'd been dispatched to Mexico to file features in the WPA's ongoing series on the drug wars.
Posted April 16, 2011
Wow! What a read. I predict that In Desperation will be received as Rick Mofina's best ever, so far.
You should know that with my background in psychology and public life, I had been paying very close attention to the political activities south of the border in general and illegal immigration in Arizona, specifically. Rick's novel captures the verisimilitude, in a fictional way, of these serious problems that Americans and Canadians face. He is a master of knowing and communicating the essence of human fear and terror in an intensely suspenseful way. Rick's attention to detail is magnificent. He truly understands that half of who we are as people are our memories - good or bad.
I also believe that Rick Mofina has an excellent command of what motivates individual choices and what those consequences can lead to. Most importantly, although his readers easily follow him down a path, many would be very hard pressed to `guess' what the next detail or event will be!
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Posted October 11, 2011
How far would you go to help a sister you hadn't seen in over twenty years? Or a niece you've never met? What if your sister wasn't telling you everything about her past and that lack of knowledge could determine whether her daughter is saved? These are the questions posed in Mofina's latest thriller. Chock full of characters, this is a desperate search for a missing girl.and the truth.
As a teenager, Cora Gannon was gang raped. Unable to handle the situation, she turned to drugs and eventually ran away from home. She sank lower into drugs and criminal activity. When she became pregnant, she set about changing her name and her life. Now, as Cora Martin, she works as an accountant for a courier firm with a boss involved with Mexican drug cartels. One night, two men posing as cops invade Cora's home, kidnap her daughter and demand she tell her boss to return stolen money. Helpless, she turns to the only person she thinks can help-her estranged younger brother, a reporter for a world wide news service. Using contacts and following leads, Jack Gannon travels to Mexico, Texas, California, and Nevada in search of any information that will lead him to his niece. However, he suspects something in Cora's past has come back to haunt her.
Mofina juggles multiple characters and locations in this book: the frustrated FBI agent, the repentant assassin, and Jack's boss, who only wants an exclusive. Although the focus generally stays on Jack's search, you get glimpses of many people on the sidelines playing minor roles. With relatively short chapters, the story spans several states and three countries, keeping you guessing where it's off to next. There is a lot of action in only a few days so you won't be desperate for this to stay moving.
Reviewed by Stephen L. Brayton, author of "Beta" for Suspense Magazine
Posted June 1, 2011
I made the mistake of reading this story right after a Jeffery Deaver novel and was disappointed at the lack of complexity and depth. I have read all the Jack Gannon novels now but this one did not move me. TawasBooker21 -Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 18, 2011
Here's a hold-your-breath thriller that explores the bonds of "family," while also touching on addiction, drug cartels and illegal immigration. But it's the element of family that makes this novel so much more than a great read. It has a human factor, showing that Mofina isn't afraid to delve into emotions and relationships?or their pitfalls.
IN DESPERATION explores the kidnapping of a young girl and the reunion of a brother and sister, one I've been waiting for as a fan of the lead character, journalist Jack Gannon. When he discovers his sister is alive and she needs his help, readers can sense his confliction. But there are too many questions left unanswered. Why did his sister leave? And what dark secret is she still hiding?
From the first chapter, which will give you shivers of dread, to the final page, the countdown is on. Gannon must find his niece before her captors make good on their promise to kill her if the police are brought in. In the mix is an intriguing, almost sympathetic character in the form of a young assassin, who has reached his breaking point.
Rick Mofina is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. IN DESPERATION has it all?heart-racing action, taut suspense and an emotional story you want to put down. Two thumbs up, five stars and a standing ovation. Highly recommended.
Cheryl Kaye Tardif
bestselling author of Children of the Fog
Posted March 8, 2011
In Mexico reporter Jack Gannon investigates a situation when he receives the call from the last person he expected to phone him as he assumed she was dead. From Mesa Mirage, Arizona his sister Cora Martin, who has not spoken to him in two decades, begs him to help her. Someone kidnapped her tweener daughter Tilly demanding five million in five days that they insist her boss at Quick Draw Courier stole from them or the eleven years old child will be dead. Afraid to turn to the cops, frantic Cora pleads with her sibling to find her.
Fuming at her deception, Gannon works closely with the FBI while wondering why his sibling was apparently in hiding all these years and from who; the likely kidnapper. To his surprise he begins to find a tie to his Mexican investigation as time is running out on a niece he has never met.
This excellent thriller is loaded with suspense that feels real especially the reactions by the two siblings as they deal with her San Francisco "mistake" that led to her vanishing and her boss' rip off of the laundered money from the Mexican Norte Cartel that led to the abduction. While the days count down in a death watch, readers will appreciate this powerful fast-paced tale in which a family reunion appears deadly; summed up by Jack that nothing truly breaks the basic law of economics in which we demand drugs and the cartels supply them.
Posted April 27, 2011
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Posted May 27, 2011
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