In Their Blood: A Novel

In Their Blood: A Novel

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by Sharon Potts
     
 

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Born into a life of privilege, Jeremy Stroeb loves freedom, loathes responsibility and drops out of college to start backpacking across Europe. But this free-spirited drifter crashes back to brutal reality when his parents, Rachel and Daniel Stroeb, are murdered in their home on Miami Beach. When he returns to Miami, Jeremy assumes guardianship of his teenage sister,

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Born into a life of privilege, Jeremy Stroeb loves freedom, loathes responsibility and drops out of college to start backpacking across Europe. But this free-spirited drifter crashes back to brutal reality when his parents, Rachel and Daniel Stroeb, are murdered in their home on Miami Beach. When he returns to Miami, Jeremy assumes guardianship of his teenage sister, Elise, who is traumatized and convinced the killer will be back for her. With steely, urgent resolve, Jeremy vows to find out what really happened to Rachel Stroeb, the respected CPA and Daniel Stroeb, the controversial professor. Determined to get on the inside of his parents' lives, Jeremy takes a job at the accounting firm where his mother worked, and enrolls at the university where his father taught. But too many details don't add up. With mounting certainty that his parents were anything but the people he thought they were, Jeremy must face the toughest questions of all. Who were Rachel and Daniel Stroeb? And when will the killer be back for the next of kin?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781608090051
Publisher:
Oceanview Publishing
Publication date:
02/07/2011
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
894,692
Product dimensions:
5.70(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.10(d)

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In Their Blood

A Novel


By Sharon Potts

Oceanview Publishing

Copyright © 2009 Sharon Potts
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-933515-62-5


CHAPTER 1

Dark, cool, silent. The thick scent in the air reminded him of the fresh flowers his mother always kept in a vase on the foyer table.

His mother. His father.

Jeremy stared at the shiny wooden caskets. Sealed, the man in the black suit had told him. Their ashes inside.

Their ashes inside.

Impossible. Impossible. His parents were back in their house on Lotus Island. Angry with him. They always seemed angry with Jeremy these days. But that's where they were. Not here. Not here in this dark, cool, silent room with a smell that didn't belong. Or maybe they were at work. His dad playing big prof on campus, his mom intense and serious at the accounting firm where she was a partner. And they'd be very busy. Maybe too busy to be thinking about Jeremy. About what an idiot he'd been a week ago. But they definitely weren't here. They couldn't be here.

The room had high ceilings, drapes over the windows, rows and rows of benches. Flowers everywhere. A pulpit at the front. And two caskets. Two. Stroeb memorial service, the sign outside the room had read.

"Can I help you?" the man in the black suit had said when Jeremy arrived at the funeral home straight from the airport a short while before.

"I'm, I'm Jeremy Stroeb."

"Jeremy," the man had said, his face saddening. "Their son. I'm so sorry for your loss. We held off on the memorial service as long as we could, but your uncle said your flight had been delayed. I'm really sorry, young man. But you're welcome to sit for a while in the chapel with their caskets."

With their caskets.

Jeremy touched the dark mahogany. Their caskets. Impossible. He rested his face against the cool smooth wood. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, everyone would jump from the shadows shouting "surprise!" A stupid, terrible joke. A hoax to get him to come home. But he was ready to forgive them for that.

Please, God, let this be a big terrible joke.

A hand rested on his shoulder. Jeremy jerked up, expectantly.

The man in the black suit. "Your neighbor, Mr. Castillo, has opened his house to anyone wishing to pay their respects. I'm sure your family's waiting for you there. I've asked my limo driver to take you. Whenever you're ready, of course."

The man was being very nice, and it made Jeremy's throat close up. He didn't know what he should say, even if he could speak. Thank you for your kindness, but you've made a mistake?


The limo stopped at the guardhouse at the entrance to Lotus Island. It had been a year since Jeremy had been home and things looked different. Darker and greener, somehow. The flag was flying at half-mast. They did that when one of the island residents died — lowered the flag. His father used to joke that it was a signal to the real estate agents that a fresh property would be coming on the market. He loved irony, his father. Jeremy turned to see if he was smiling. But his father wasn't there. Just the driver waving to the guard.

The car took a right on Lotus Circle and Jeremy was about to correct the driver, until he remembered they weren't going home. Would he ever be able to go home? Jeremy's brain was clogged. So tough to process what was happening. For the last twenty-four hours, he'd refused to think about it. His focus had been on getting home. Getting home. And now here he was.

Mansions, tall hedges, and gated driveways went by in a blur. Something wasn't right. The quiet island had turned into a carnival. Cars were parked along both sides of the street, extending back as far as the guardhouse. Several had pulled onto the grass of the bayfront park. Jeremy and Elise used to play hide-and-seek there, near the huge banyan tree they called "the grotto."

The driver continued just past the park to the Castillo mansion, stopping at the base of the circular brick driveway, which was blocked with cars. The huge ivy-covered house was just visible behind thick hedges and the tall wrought-iron gate. So different from his own house. Jeremy had never been inside this place. Enrique Castillo was a client of Jeremy's mother and Carlos Castillo was Elise's boyfriend, but the Castillos hadn't been close to his parents. So why was the gathering here?

Jeremy thanked the driver and hoisted out his worn backpack and ski jacket. The shirt he'd put on hours ago — the best one he owned — stuck to his perspiring back. The Miami air was so thick, even in January, he could hardly breathe. Or maybe it was something else.

He passed some people his age. The guys, in jeans and sport jackets, were leaning against a car smoking cigarettes. The girls, holding Kleenexes to their eyes, were mostly in short black dresses, though one wore tattered jeans and dilapidated army boots. Probably his dad's students. They eyed Jeremy as he walked up the driveway. The girl with the boots took a step toward him, a confused expression on her face. Jeremy picked up his pace so she wouldn't try to talk to him. He pulled open the heavy front door.

Harsh whiteness struck him like the flash from an atomic bomb. The walls, marble floors, baskets of lilies, columns stretching toward the domed ceiling — everything white, as though life had been sucked out of this place. Mingled voices, sounding like a record played backward, floated toward him from the rooms beyond the entrance hall. The air smelled sickeningly sweet. He dreaded going in there, receiving their condolences, seeing the awkward sympathy in their eyes.

Elise, he thought. He had to find Elise. He stashed his backpack and jacket behind a column, the abrupt movements causing momentary dizziness. How long had it been since he'd slept?

"May I help you?" The voice was deep with a hint of accent. Enrique Castillo, tall and stiff.

Jeremy straightened up.

"My God. Jeremy." Enrique Castillo held him by the shoulders. "I didn't recognize you."

"I just got in. I didn't —"

"I'm so, so sorry, Jeremy. What a shock for all of us. Your uncle said he didn't know how to get in touch with you. No address. No phone. You weren't responding to e-mails."

"I —" Jeremy coughed to clear his throat. "I was in Portugal."

"Yes. Your uncle said you finally checked your e-mail yesterday morning. That you'd be here in time for the services. But then we heard you wouldn't." Enrique stroked his silver beard. "I suggested we have everyone gather here. Your parents' house — well, you understand. It didn't seem suitable."

"I'd like to see my sister," Jeremy said, wincing at the sharpness in his own voice.

"Of course," Enrique Castillo said, "of course."

The living room was an extension of the white. Jeremy blinked from the glare of light bouncing off the bay through the French doors. He reached for the back of a chair to keep from falling. There were people everywhere, but they were backlit and their faces no more than shadows. His friends wouldn't be among them. Chris was with the Peace Corps in Zambia, and Ben was hiking in Machu Picchu. The others he had grown apart from, and besides, they'd all migrated to New York and the West Coast. Jeremy was alone.

The dark bulk of a woman with flying blonde hair was hurrying toward him. "Jeremy. My God. You're here." Liliam Castillo squeezed his arm. "We're so sorry, Jeremy."

"Thank you." He tried to pull away, but she held fast. "Excuse me, Mrs. Castillo, but I really need to find my sister."

"Elise?" She glanced around the room. Her blonde hair covered one eye. "She was sitting on the sofa with your grandfather a short while ago. But your grandfather went home. He wasn't well. I wonder where she's gone. Perhaps with Carlos." She pressed her fingers deeper into Jeremy's arm. "He was the first one there, you know. My Carlos. He could have been killed himself." She crossed herself with her other hand. "He'd walked Elise home. He knew something was wrong as soon as they stepped into the house. And Carlos pulled Elise outside and ran to get the security guard."

"My uncle said it was a burglary. A surprised burglar who wasn't expecting anyone to be home."

"Is that what Dwight told you?"

Jeremy's heart was racing. "The burglar thought they had a gun, so he shot them. Wasn't that what happened?"

She released Jeremy's arm. "Of course. I'm sorry, Jeremy. I'm not myself. Let me get you a drink and something to eat."

Jeremy sensed a blur of movement around him. Everything surreal. It had been a foiled burglary. What else could it have been? People touched his shoulder, shook his hand, hugged him. And Jeremy nodded as they mumbled things. Told him how great his parents had been, what a tragedy, what a shock.

Right, he thought, grateful for the numbness that had settled over him when he had first learned the news. Wondering how he would survive when the numbness dissipated. Searching the room for his sister.

A stout, ugly man in a wrinkled suit and bow tie was staring at him. He looked familiar. One of his mother's business partners.

Someone was talking to Jeremy. A southern accent. "I know you must be overwhelmed," said the large man. He had a puffy face with small, alert eyes. His mother's other partner. "But I wanted to tell you," he continued, "as well as I knew your mama, I feel like you and your sister are family to me. And if there's anything I can do, you call me, y'hear?"

"Thank you," Jeremy said. "Thank you." The voices in the room got louder, softer, like someone was playing with the volume.

Liliam Castillo was hurrying toward Jeremy with a platter of food and a bottle of beer. "Here you are, Jeremy."

"Excuse me," Jeremy said. "I have to find my sister."

He pushed through the crowd. Where had all these people come from? It seemed as though they were multiplying before his eyes. Their voices bounced off the floors, echoed against the high ceilings, and reverberated in his head. He bumped into a young woman with short black hair and intense blue eyes.

"You're Jeremy, aren't you?" she said. Her eyes and nose were red. "I worked with your mother. She was —"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I really need to go." Air. Beyond the French doors, the sun was setting, covering the sky and bay with bands of pink like smeared blood. A yacht at the end of the dock rocked gently, making Jeremy queasy.

It had happened. It had really happened.

Jeremy hurried toward the water. The smell of fish and brine overwhelmed him. He puked into the bay.

In the distance, a horn bellowed. The sky had turned red.

My mother and father, he thought. My mother and father are dead.

CHAPTER 2

His house. The house he'd grown up in. The house where his parents had been murdered.

Not his house anymore.

Jeremy stood in the front foyer, his backpack over one shoulder, dropping the new key his uncle had left for him on the foyer table. Breathing caused a physical pain as though his ribs were in a vise. It was the first time he'd been home in a year, since he'd left for Europe. The last time, he'd also stood here, in this very spot. His mother had offered to drive him to the airport, but he told her he'd already called a cab. "I understand why you have to go, Jeremy. But remember, your father and I will always be here for you."

Always?

The house was quiet. Too quiet. "Elise," he called. He didn't think she'd come here alone, but maybe she had. He had borrowed someone's phone at the Castillos' and tried Elise's cell, but it had been turned off. So he'd left word that he was going home if anyone saw her. All he could do now was wait.

Geezer was at the top of the stairwell, tail wagging. The sight of his dog was so unexpected that once again Jeremy thought he'd gotten it wrong somehow. That it had been just a cruel trick.

Geezer hurried down the steps, going as fast as he could with his hind legs dragging behind him. He licked Jeremy's hands and face.

"Hey, boy. What are you doing here? Who's been feeding you? Walking you?"

Geezer seemed to be okay. But now he was sniffing the air, running from room to room, looking for something. For someone.

It was no trick. It had happened. But although Jeremy's brain told him otherwise, he wasn't all that different from the dog, his senses also poised to hear or see his parents in the next moment.

He was drawn to his father's office, adjacent to the foyer. A working office, with bookshelves filled to overflowing and dozens of classical cassette tapes piled high beside the old cassette player he'd had since college. When Jeremy was a kid, his dad would roll back his desk chair to see who had come in when the front door opened. Then he'd smile up at Jeremy. "So, did you beat 'em?" he'd ask, even if Jeremy wasn't coming from a game. Or even if he was, and his dad had no idea who he'd been playing against, or whether it was basketball, soccer, or lacrosse. An inside joke. "So, did you beat 'em?" But now there was no rattle of rolling wheels over the plastic floor protector.

Geezer had returned to the foyer and lain down in front of the entranceway table, his sorrowful eyes fixed on Jeremy. The vase, always filled with fresh flowers, was empty.

Jeremy carried his backpack up the stairs. The door to his parents' bedroom was closed. He couldn't remember it ever being closed. His mother liked to leave it open a few inches so she could hear Jeremy and Elise coming and going. It used to annoy Jeremy, this overprotectiveness of hers. He hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. He couldn't go in there. He might never be able to go in there.

Jeremy went down the hallway, turned on the light in his childhood bedroom, and dropped his backpack on the floor. The room hadn't changed, same deep blue comforter and navy carpet, posters from different phases of his life covering the walls — rock stars, cars, sexy girls. A collection of empty beer bottles from around the world lined the shelf above his desk. He was surprised the room was clean, dusted, but it smelled funny. Like stale cigarette smoke.

He sat down on his desk chair. This was where his parents assumed he did his homework, but mostly he daydreamed and surfed the Net. He'd gotten the big, clumsy computer when he was thirteen — almost ten years ago. It was a 600 MegaHertz Pentium III and Jeremy had thought it was the coolest, fastest machine ever. But today the machine was a dinosaur. He wondered why his parents hadn't gotten rid of it. But they were like that. They kept up with the latest in technology, but never could part with the old.

And then it hit him again like a punch to his abdomen. His parents didn't need to keep up with technology. They were dead. His mother and father were dead.

He rested his head on his folded arms, trying to block it. Trying to breathe despite this unbearable pain. Don't focus on the negatives, Jeremy, his mother always said. Think about something positive.

Positive? Oh God. Mom, Dad, how could you leave me like this?

He jerked his head up. He must have fallen asleep. Jumbled voices were coming from downstairs.

"Jeremy?"

Jeremy's heart almost ripped through his chest at the sound of his father's voice.

"Jeremy, are you up there?"

And then he collected himself. Not his father. His uncle Dwight.

Jeremy went downstairs and into the kitchen. His aunt Selma was putting platters of food and casserole dishes into the refrigerator.

"Hey, Aunt Selma." He kissed her cheek.

"Jeremy," she said, holding him tight. "Oh Jeremy." She was very skinny with white-blonde hair like cotton candy, and she had always been nice to Jeremy and Elise in the unnatural way some childless people were with kids.

"Ah, Jeremy. Here you are," Dwight said, coming from the direction of the guest bedroom. He gave Jeremy an awkward hug, pulling away quickly. "We're so sorry, Jeremy. What a tragedy for all of us. My big brother. I still can't believe it. Thank God my parents aren't alive to witness —"

"You should have waited, Dwight."

"Waited?" His uncle cocked his head. He looked like a warped version of Jeremy's father.

"The memorial services. I should have been there."

"But we did wait, Jeremy. We waited as long as we could. I had to make a judgment call. I couldn't tell when your flight would finally get in and everyone was already there." He pulled on his thin mustache. "I couldn't very well ask people to leave and come back another time."

"They were my parents. I should have been there."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Sharon Potts a native of New York, graduated from New York's University's Stern School of Business. Before migrating to Miami, Potts worked in public accounting. In Miami, Potts served as a managing director of an International staffing company and president of an executive search/accounting recruitment firm. Sharon is the award-winning, critically acclaimed author of In Their Blood, Someone's Watching, and now The Devil's Madonna. Potts lives in Miami Beach with her husband, Joe.

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Susan_Pettrone More than 1 year ago
Jeremy Stroeb is a lot like many kids his age who are living a comfortable life. With parents who have more than enough money to support his wanderlust, his world of rebellion and backpacking anywhere his heart took him in defiance of his parents so called "sell out world" hits hard when he receives the news that his parents have been brutally murdered in their bed and that his sister Elise is now his responsibility. His parents had named him and not his Uncle Dwight to be her guardian, angering his uncle beyond belief. Jeremy finds for the first time in his life of privileges, that he is now responsible for someone other than himself. In fact, he is the only one who can save his sister from the plight of being thrown into a home with her materialistic Aunt and Uncle. He has to learn the hard way how to be responsible and that way is in a lot of ways hard indeed for Jeremy. Through many false starts and somewhat naive moves, Jeremy takes it upon himself to find his parents killers. But during this time, he makes many decisons, some good and some bad to find the means to an end and put justice to work. He asks for and is given a job with his mothers old firm where he makes friends with Robbie and he learns more than someone is comfortable with at PCM, setting in motion a chain of events that are definitely dicey if not deadly for anyone who pushes the envelope too far. Jeremy also enrolls at his father's college where he hopes to learn more than is taught in the classroom. Such as why his father's office was set afire and why it seems the top dog of the school hated his father with a passion. Intertwined in this, is his meeting and ever growing relationship with his father's grad assistant, Marina who turns out to be someone who turns his life upside down, revealing secrets about his father he never would have dreamed possible. Though she means well, Marina is too close to the action, a fact that Jeremy finds out the hard way. All through Jeremy's search, his sister Elise is battling her own demons regarding the night her parents were killed. As the shock wears off, she remembers more of the night and that fact alone is enough to put her life in danger as well. Add to this, a grandfather who is supportive while grieving for his late wife, a detective who is working as hard as she can to find the killers, while trying to keep Jeremy and his sister safe and a myriad of other characters as well and you have a suspense novel that is impossible to put down and more impossible to turn the last page on. This is a book like no other. It has romance, lust, suspense, danger, missed signs, and a cast of sometimes unbelievably real characters who make the reader stop and realize that he/she has met someone just like this character in his/her life! I recommend this book to all who love a mystery/suspense type novel that actually "could" happen given the right circumstances and place. It is a book that rivets the reader and compels them to read until the final page is turned and the book is safely on the self ready for the next read.
DarcyO More than 1 year ago
Does a spoiled, privileged college dropout have the wherewithal to be responsible enough to care for his sister and uncover a murderer? Jeremy Stroeb, a college dropout trying to find himself in Europe, refuses to come home despite pleas from his parents and sister. But his plans change when his mother and father are murdered in their Miami Beach home soon after the family returns from visiting Jeremy in Europe. Jeremy's parents, Rachel, a CPA, and Daniel, a professor, had recently changed their wills naming Jeremy as guardian to his younger sister, Elise. So instead of escaping to Europe, Jeremy decides to stay in Miami Beach and try to find out who killed his parents and why. He manages to get a job at his mom's firm and enrolls in the university where his father worked. But he is dogged by his uncle, who will become Elise's guardian should Jeremy fail in his duties. Author Sharon Potts offers several suspects for the crime, including colleagues of both Rachel and Daniel. As Jeremy delves into his parents' lives, he discovers secrets that shake him to the core. He may just find a new love interest, too. I found myself disliking Jeremy for his self-centeredness at the beginning of the novel. But his character did grow and I have to remember he's pretty young. The risks Jeremy takes reflect his youth, impulsiveness and naivete. Sharon Potts has written a gripping tale of family and intrigue which will appeal to all mystery readers. I look forward to her next release.
janimar More than 1 year ago
Sharon Potts has written a coming of age novel combined with a mystery that definitely works. The story starts with the violent murder of Rachel and Daniel Stroeb. They leave two children, Jeremy, a 23-year-old son who is living out of the country and has never settled down and Elise, a high school student. Jeremy had flight trouble and so missed the funeral but this tragedy forces him to take responsibility and he assumes the guardianship of Elise against the wishes of his uncle. The problem is Jeremy has not really grown up himself. He has good intentions, enrolls in the school where his father was a professor to finish his degree, and gets a job at the accounting firm where his mother was a CPA. However, it soon becomes apparent to him that his real goal is to solve his parents' murders. Jeremy becomes involved with his father's administrative assistant who willingly helps him by giving inside information. His father was an activist and Jeremy begins to think that maybe his father's enemies killed his parents. However, Jeremy becomes even more confused as he learns some things about his father he wishes he never knew and breaks off the relationship with the assistant. Meanwhile, Elise is spending a lot of time with Carlos, her boyfriend because Jeremy is never home and she does not like to be in the house where the murder took place. Jeremy attempts to be there but really wants to find out who murdered his parents. At the accounting firm, he gets to know those who worked closest with his mother and learns there were inconsistencies in the accounts of the business that Carlos' father owns. Is there someone at the firm who was willing to kill his parents to keep accounting secrets? Again, Jeremy finds out something about his mother that surprises him and he realizes that both of his parents were human. In the midst of all this, we see Jeremy growing up, taking care of his sister, loving his grandfather, making mistakes but as he is finding out information about his parents, he is learning more about himself. Elise also realizes that she remembers more from that fateful night than she thought and she is in real danger. Can they figure out who is the murdered before he comes after her? Potts has written a suspenseful story that keeps you guessing throughout. She also has created interesting characters in Jeremy and Elise who you are rooting for as you see them growing up throughout the story. This is a fine debut novel and I hope she continues to write.
harstan More than 1 year ago
On elite restricted Lotus Island off Miami Beach, a trespasser murders Miami Intercontinental University controversial economics Professor D.C. Stroeb and his wife Rachel, a CPA, in their affluent home. The intruder does not harm their sixteen year old daughter Elise who was there during the home invasion and is mentally traumatized, and stole laptops; nothing else was touched. Their twenty-two year old shocked son, Jeremy, rushes back from Europe where he was backpacking across the continent to bury his parents and obtain guardianship of his frightened sister who fears the killer will return to finish the job. The brother of D.C. Uncle Dwight an attorney and Aunt Selma object to Jeremy being his niece's guardian; insisting he is too young and immature. Jeremy vows to learn who and why starting with questioning lead Police Detective Kuzniski. Next Jeremy obtains work at his mother's CPA firm Piedmont Coleridge Miller and enrolls at MIU. He begins digging into the work history of his late parents while connecting with his father's foreign exchange graduate assistant Marina Champlain who says the arson last fall was proof that his dad's position to end the Cuban embargo was hotly opposed. As he crunches the numbers of his findings, nothing adds up and the bottom line remains the same: his two parents dead. This is a super amateur sleuth tale starring a sympathetic hero who seeks closure for himself and his hurting sister. The story line is fast-paced throughout as Jeremy works the probe into the work of his parents from inside. In some ways a coming of age story family drama, IN THEIR BLOOD is a terrific creative not by the numbers thriller. Harriet Klausner
bshowell More than 1 year ago
This book had it ALL. The thrills, the action, mystery, murder - even love. Jeremy Stroeb is the quintessential "rich kid". His parents are hard workers who got where they are through determination and love of what they do. Jeremy doesn't know what he wants to do. On the outside he seems to be a slacker living off his parent's money. On the inside - he's still just a confused kid whose last wish is to be his parents. He wants to be his own person. Jeremy's parents are brutally murdered, leaving him and his younger sister behind. He is forced to grow up when it seems that either his sister and his parent's legacy ends up in his greedy uncle's hands or his sister ends up with him. In conjunction with this, he wants to know what happened to his parents. To figure this out, he decides to get an internship at his mother's company and enroll at the college where his father taught. He thinks he knows his parents, but does he really? Jeremy has no idea that his grown-up decision to be a man and find out who killed his parents will put his own life in danger. No one is who they seem to be. Everyone has a secret. Someone has a secret that ended in his parent's death. Jeremy learns about himself in this book. Who is he? What does he want out of life? Does he even HAVE a life? This is finding oneself to the extreme. I was surprised by this book. It wasn't what I thought it would be at all. There were twists and turns I never saw coming. There were plots going on that the author sprung on the reader at the last possible moment. I had to keep reading to see what or who was around that corner. I enjoyed it, and I think you will, too.
ccqdesigns More than 1 year ago
Rachael, a partner in an accounting firm and Daniel Stroeb, a college professor, are murdered in their Miami Beach home leaving their two children, Jeremy and Elise, alone. Jeremy is a college dropout roaming around Europe and Elise is a teenager who has been severely traumatized by finding her parents after their murder. Now, Jeremy must return home to take care of his sister but finds it difficult to change his self centered ways. Jeremy soon decides to try to find out who his parents really were and who would want to kill them. But as he discovers, there are many possibilities and he has no idea who he can trust. Ms. Potts has woven a very readable murder mystery that will keep you guessing and on the edge of your seat till the very end with this tale of a family in crisis and a young man who must grow up quickly. The story is told from Jeremy's point of view so his character is developed along with his parents as he searches for the truth. After reading Ms. Potts' biography, I feel the author has accomplished her goal of writing the story that has been brewing with a lifetime of family stories, mysteries and childhood fears while growing up in New York. And on a personal note, I am always fascinated to find how the title of books ties in to the story. I found that this title is actually a little deceptive but you will have to read the book to find out what I mean. I would recommend this book for high school age and above readers that love a good mystery. This book is not a hard core murder-horror story, but an enjoyable mystery with an excellent rhythm and good character development that will appeal to all ages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read it in one day between yard chores. Pretty good.
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Kept me up nights trying to finish just a few more pages. Worth every minute of lost sleep.
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This book is good from the first page. Family problems and and who do you trust? Who would kill these great people? The family takes over to solve the murder. A page turner!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
enjoyed the book very much would recommed book to anyone who enjoys a good mystery.
VictoriaAllman More than 1 year ago
In Sharon Pott's debut, In Their Blood, she has created a gripping tale of what happens to a family after the murder of their parents. Not content to sit by and be coddled, the two (adult) children investigate their parents lives and what lead to the fateful night they were shot in their bed. This is a well-written, suspenseful thriller. Pott's characters are developed early so that the reader will quickly fall into the story and won't be able to put it down. Although this is a family drama, there is not the overly sappy emotions involved with other sagas. This is a smart, fast-paced thriller that belongs in the ranks of Jeffrey Deaver, Lee Child, and David Morrell. I was impressed with Pott's third book, The Devil's Madonna, and she did not disappoint with this one. Her writing style guarantees that I will pick up her second book, Someone's Watching next. Victoria Allman author of: SEAsoned: A Chef's Journey with Her Captain
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To the comment below, try Patricia Cornwell or Janet Evanovich if you are looking for real mystery reads. Many of Ms. Cornwell's books are now made for the movies sort so you might get some real read with these picks. I have long passed on the Sharon Pott's line starting with this piece. They are good as easy reads but they are not hard core when it comes to true mystery reads even with all the affirmative commentary below. Everything seems so doctored of course! Good luck!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didn't find this story to my liking at all! Plot is weak and heaven knows! A poor read in all.