Inmate 1577by Alan Jacobson
When an elderly woman is found raped and brutally murdered in San Francisco, Vail heads west to team up with SFPD Inspector Lance Burden and her former task force colleague Detective Roxxann Dixon.
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National-bestselling author Alan Jacobson brings back renowned FBI profiler Karen Vail in an intelligent thriller that bridges time and space
When an elderly woman is found raped and brutally murdered in San Francisco, Vail heads west to team up with SFPD Inspector Lance Burden and her former task force colleague Detective Roxxann Dixon.
As Vail, Burden, and Dixon follow the killer’s trail in and around San Francisco, the offender continues his rampage, leaving behind clues that ultimately lead them to the most unlikely of places: a mysterious island ripped from city lore whose long-buried, decades-old secrets hold the key to their case. Alcatraz. The Rock.
It’s a case that has more twists and turns than the famed Lombard Street . . . and a novel that Clive Cussler calls “a powerful thriller, brilliantly conceived and written.”
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A Karen Vail Novel
By Alan Jacobson
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January 29, 1955 8:39 PM
37 W. Rosedale Avenue Northfield, New Jersey
Henry sat deathly still in the corner watching the life drain from his mother's body, knees drawn tight against his chest, arms wrapped around his shins. He stared at the blood seeping from her pulpy head wounds, poking forth from between strands of matted hair.
The seven-year-old boy had told the policeman in so many words about the man in the black knit mask who came up from behind and struck his mother several times, then disappeared out the back door. Afterwards, Henry had sat frozen, unable to move, unable to comfort her in her last seconds before her body stilled, her eyes rapt in death.
A bottle of maple syrup, the lone weapon his mother had grabbed to fight off her attacker, lay shattered on the floor, oozing across the kitchen linoleum. In halting sentences, with shock-laden tear-filled eyes, Henry described how the masked man had knocked it from her hand before she could raise it.
It now sat impotent on the ground, like a cold revolver stuck in the deepest reaches of a holster, never given the opportunity to be of service.
Henry had finally eased forward, inching across the floor until the tips of his toes were a fraction of an inch from the pooled blood that encircled his mother's head. He reached over and touched her ashen face, then poked it, despite the policeman's admonishment to stay back from her body.
At his tender age, the finality of death was little more than an innate concept, like when an animal in the wild knows that one of its own kind is no longer among the living.
THE POLICEMAN, AFTER HAVING WAITED in the living room with Henry, walked outside into the winter evening. Moments later, he pushed open the door and then stepped aside so another man could enter.
Walton MacNally's eyes instantly settled on the center of the kitchen floor, taking in the violence laid bare before him. A grocery bag dropped from his hand, glass bottles within shattering as it struck the hard floor.
"Doris?" He rushed to her side, caressed her face, felt for a pulse, couldn't stop staring at her head wounds.
"Sir!" the cop said. "Mr. MacNally. Don't touch the body—"
MacNally's Adam's apple rose sharply, then fell. Ignoring the cop's directive, he lifted Doris's hand and brought it to his lips, kissed it, and then started whimpering. He became aware of his son and pulled his gaze from his wife's irreparably injured and abnormally still body.
"Henry—what ... what happened?"
The boy's eyes coursed down to his mother. His lips made an attempt to move, but no sound emerged.
But there was little doubt as to what had transpired. His wife had met with severe violence, the overt damage to her head and brain unquestionably fatal.
A parched "Why?" managed to scrape from MacNally's throat. "Who?"
"A detective should be here any minute," the policeman said.
MacNally scooted over to Henry and took the boy into his arms. His life had been turned upside down, destroyed ... his mother, his maternal presence, ripped from him like a doe taken down by a lion while her fawn watches.
MacNally swallowed hard. A whimper threatened to escape his throat, but he fought it back. A pain unrecognizable to him, unlike anything he had ever felt, emerged from deep in his soul and manifested as a plaintive, silent moan. He balled a fist and shoved it between his front teeth. He did not want to further traumatize his son by losing control.
Now more than ever, Henry needed him. He needed him to be strong.
A DETECTIVE ARRIVED TWENTY MINUTES later. Dressed in a charcoal suit with a narrow tie and a black fedora tipped back off his forehead, he stepped into the kitchen through the back door and surveyed the room.
Henry was seated in his father's lap on the floor, against the far wall. The side of the boy's head rested against his dad's chest, a gathering of shirt stuffed into the palm of his left hand.
"I'm Detective George O'Hara. You're Walton MacNally?"
O'Hara knelt carefully beside the woman's body and felt for a pulse. "So what happened here?"
"I came home about, about twenty-five minutes ago. Henry—"
"No," O'Hara said. "Your son. I want to hear from your son." O'Hara took a knee in front of the boy. "You okay, Henry?"
Henry's eyes moved about the room, then finally came to rest on the detective. "My mom's not gonna wake up."
"I know. I'm sorry, son." O'Hara glanced at MacNally, then swung his gaze back to Henry. "Did you see what happened? Did you see who did this to her?"
Henry sucked on his bottom lip. Dropped his gaze to his lap. Nodded.
"Did you know the person?"
Henry spoke without looking up. "He had a mask."
"What kind of a mask?" O'Hara asked. "Like the Lone Ranger?"
"Bigger. All over his face."
O'Hara nodded. "Did he say anything? Did you know his voice?"
Henry shook his head. "He didn't talk."
"How big was he? Was he—was he as tall as your dad?"
Henry twisted his lips. "Same."
"Close your eyes for a second, son. Go on." He waited for Henry to comply, then said, "Imagine the man is right here, right now. I'm here, so he can't hurt you. Picture him, look right at his face. Can you tell me anything more about what he looks like?"
Henry kept his eyes shut but shook his head.
"If your dad was wearing a mask, would the man look like that?"
"What kind of a—"
"Quiet, Mr. MacNally," O'Hara said. He rose, sucked on his teeth a second, and then looked over at the woman's body.
Henry tightened his grip on his father. MacNally shifted his weight and cuddled the boy. It was now just the two of them. Henry had been such a blessing that he and Doris had started discussing another child. But times were tough, and he had lost his job as a welder for a commercial building contractor three months ago. They were existing solely on Doris's lean secretarial salary, so they decided to put off the idea of another child, at least until he had found employment. He began drinking to escape the pressures and feelings of inadequacy.
Then came a break: a week ago MacNally heard of a shipping company that needed an able-bodied man to work the docks unloading cargo. It was a waste of his artistic talents, but he needed the money. Though it had only been six days, he hadn't had one drink and his boss took notice of his work ethic. Tonight he was going to tell Doris they should consider that second child.
Those plans were now gone. Forever lost, like the life that had drained from his wife's body.CHAPTER 2
O'Hara pulled a long, narrow pad from his vest pocket and jotted some notes. He clicked his pen shut, and then stole another look at the body of Doris MacNally. "I'll be right back. Gotta go find out what's keeping the coroner. Don't touch anything. Best if you two go wait in the living room."
The door swung open and closed, a blast of frigid air blowing against MacNally's face. The police officer who'd been there earlier stepped back inside and folded his arms across his chest.
MacNally did as he was told, taking Henry into the adjacent room and waiting on the couch. He cradled Henry against his perspiration-soaked body, oblivious to the chilled draft that swept through the house ... the cold emptiness mimicking what he was now feeling.
"What's in your hand?" MacNally asked softly.
Henry splayed open his fingers, and an opal brooch stared back at him. It was the only keepsake Doris's grandmother had left her, and it was something Doris cherished and wore often. MacNally knew it was Henry's attempt to be close to his mother, to have something of hers that he could hold onto. Emotionally, MacNally could relate: he wasn't prepared to let go of his life companion yet either.
O'Hara was gone for several minutes, during which time MacNally numbly stared ahead at the wedding photo that sat in a wood frame on the fireplace mantle across the room. He stroked his son's back, an action that felt pathetically inadequate. But he didn't know what else to do. He had just turned twenty-four—what could he possibly know about helping a young boy deal with the loss of his mother?
In the space of mere seconds, the lives of Henry and Walton MacNally were shattered beyond repair.
But MacNally did not—could not—know just how much of a difference his mate's death would make in their lives.
DETECTIVE O'HARA WALKED BACK INTO the house. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were red from the blistering cold, and his face was stern. The creases were more prominent, the brow rigid, the lips taut.
But it wasn't until O'Hara was fully inside the kitchen that MacNally realized that the man had his service revolver in hand, at his side, poking out from behind his thigh. Concealing it.
"Mr. MacNally, can you please let go of your son and come over here for a moment?"
MacNally's gaze was fixated on the tip of metal peeking from behind O'Hara's leg. Whatever the detective had in mind, it was not good. But MacNally had nothing to hide, so he gave Henry a gentle pat on the back. "Son, I need to get up for a second."
Henry unfolded himself and flopped down beside his father as MacNally pushed up off the sofa. He walked over to O'Hara.
"Sir, I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Doris MacNally. Please put your hands behind your back."
MacNally leaned back. "Arrest? For—Are you out of your mind? I loved my wife. We were going to—"
"I'm just following orders, sir. Now turn around and give me your hands."
"How could you th— What could possibly make you think I did this?"
"Once we get to the station, we can talk about it in more detail, get it all straightened out."
MacNally did as instructed. As he turned, he locked eyes with his boy. "Everything's going to be okay, Henry. I'm going to clear up this misunderstanding and be back home as soon as I can. I promise."CHAPTER 3
Walton MacNally soon learned not to make promises he could not keep. Because as it turned out, all would not be okay. MacNally was questioned at the station for hours. His alibi was thin at best—he repeated what he had told O'Hara outside, when he first arrived at the house—that he had gone shopping for groceries but then made a stop somewhere. He claimed it was a bar for his first drink in nearly a week to celebrate his new job—but couldn't recall which establishment he'd visited.
O'Hara questioned the owners of local taverns in the vicinity, but none recalled seeing MacNally during the hours in question.
That lent credence to the prosecutor's theory that the defendant had hired a prostitute, had sex with her in his car, then drove home and killed his wife when she confronted him with some form of evidence—errant lipstick, foreign perfume, or suspicion brought on by a pattern of such behavior.
Although Henry—the sole witness to the murder—had stated to O'Hara that the attacker did not speak before beating his mother, the prosecutor pointed out that it was only natural for a young boy to "cover" for his father, particularly once he realized the weight of the situation facing him: with his mother gone, his dad was his only remaining family.
And making the defense even more difficult was MacNally's history—his father's, to be exact—convicted of murdering a woman with whom he was accused of having an affair. That trial had made the newspapers, too, nineteen years earlier. And although MacNally's defense attorney objected to the prosecutor's mention of that old case during his opening arguments, it was a seed planted in the jury's minds. More importantly, however, it brought his father's legacy once again to the front pages of the newspaper and painted the MacNally family name with such distrustful strokes that it became a dirty image the public could not easily discard.
Henry MacNally, living temporarily in a local orphanage, was unable to provide any further description of the assailant ... a description that could very well have been his father. Or—as the defense attorney claimed—it could have been thousands of other men of similar build.
Ultimately, Walton MacNally was found not guilty. But the job that MacNally had won in the days before his wife's death was long gone. A man whose face had graced the local papers was a pariah, despite the prosecution's failed bid to build a convincing case against him.
MacNally and Henry packed their belongings into two large suitcases and headed south. Where it would lead MacNally did not know. But perhaps it was better that way. Because had Walton MacNally known the turn his life would eventually take, he might very well have committed suicide. At least it would have eliminated years of incomprehensible pain and suffering.CHAPTER 4
Present Day July 26 11:01 PM
The Marina District San Francisco, California
San Francisco Police Inspector Lance Burden greeted the first officer on-scene with a firm nod. "What's the deal?"
The man tipped back his cap and shifted his weight. "Pretty disgusting, if you ask me, Inspector."
Burden yawned wide and hard, then said, "I did ask you. Can you be a little more specific?"
"Victim is an old woman. I didn't want to mess up the crime scene and shit, so I'm just eyeballing it, but she looks like she's in her eighties."
"Okay. Go on."
"Kind of looks like my grandmother."
"She's old. I got that. What else?"
"Her pants and underwear are pulled down to her knees. She's ... uh ... she's been penetrated."
"Penetrated—how? You mean sexually?"
The officer rested both hands on his utility belt and hooked fingers around the gear. "Yeah. There's something rammed up her, up her anus." He looked away, shook his head, then continued. "Like I said. Disgusting. I mean, who'd want to rape and sodomize an old woman?"
Burden's eyes widened. "Wait here."
"Don't worry. I'm not goin' back in there," the cop said with a sardonic chuckle.
Burden lifted his two-way and got an ETA on the criminalist: fifteen minutes, best case. His partner was en route, as well, but he decided not to wait. He pulled a pair of blue booties from his pocket—he'd learned first day on the job as a detective years ago to carry the things with him. And they'd come in handy on more than one occasion.
He walked into the townhouse. A sour-stale odor flared his nostrils. It was a scent he'd experienced a number of times over the years—the way homes of elderly individuals can sometimes smell, particularly when mixed with the putrid cologne of death.
The place was well kept, orderly, and clean. Oil paintings and dated knickknacks betrayed their age about as blatantly as the yellowing black-and-white photographs that sat on a bureau in the living room.
And then, in the bedroom ... two bare feet visible from the doorway. Burden walked another couple of yards and had enough of a view to get a sense of what he was dealing with. He bit the inside of his lip.
Burden did not look away from the body. "What is it?"
"The criminalist made better time than he thought. He'll be here in five minutes."
"Yeah. Right. Send him in when he gets here."
"See what I mean?" the officer asked. "What kind of monster would do that to a poor old woman?"
Burden sighed deeply. "I think I know just the kind of monster we're looking for. And I know who to call to help find him."CHAPTER 5
July 27 12:07 PM
George Washington University Hospital 900 23rd St., NW Washington, D.C.
FBI Profiler Karen Vail walked the hospital hallway with her son, Jonathan, and DEA Special Agent Robby Hernandez. Vail and Robby were both off duty, a rare Saturday when they had time to decompress, grab lunch at Charlie Palmer's, and then a late afternoon movie. They left their case folders on their desks, their problems neatly tucked away in a file drawer, and all concerns of serial murders and drug cartels out of reach of their collective consciousness.
Robby's shoulder was still in a sling, recovering from a gunshot wound he had sustained two months ago. But the injury had an unforeseen, nonmedical side effect: Jonathan got a kick out of handily beating the one-armed Robby in every video game in the teen's arsenal, so they played together at every opportunity. Robby represented the positive male presence Jonathan lacked, and Jonathan gave Robby the father-son relationship he had wanted but not yet experienced.
With various bruises and lacerations now healed and a knee that finally felt whole following recent surgery, Vail had found peace being at home after a tenuous two weeks in the Napa Valley. What started as a dream vacation had degraded into a recurring nightmare that, for a while, Vail had difficulty awakening from.
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Meet the Author
Alan Jacobson is the national bestselling author of several critically acclaimed novels. In order to take readers behind the scenes to places they might never go, Jacobson has embedded himself in many federal agencies, including spending several years working with two senior profilers at the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s vaunted Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico. During that time, Jacobson edited four published FBI research papers on serial offenders, attended numerous FBI training courses, worked with the head firearms instructor at the academy, and received ongoing personalized instruction on serial killers—which continues to this day. He has also worked with high-ranking members of the Drug Enforcement Administration, the US Marshals Service, the New York Police Department, SWAT teams, local bomb squads, branches of the US military, chief superintendents and detective sergeants at Scotland Yard, criminals, armorers, helicopter pilots, chief executive officers, historians, and Special Forces operators. These experiences have helped him to create gripping, realistic stories and characters. His series protagonist, FBI profiler Karen Vail, resonates with both female and male readers, and writers such as Nelson DeMille, James Patterson, and Michael Connelly have called Vail one of the most compelling heroes in suspense fiction.
Jacobson’s books have been published internationally, and several have been optioned for film and television. A number have been named to Best of the Year lists.
Jacobson has been interviewed extensively on television and radio, including on CNN, NPR, and multiple ABC, CBS, NBC, and Fox network affiliates.
Alan Jacobson is the national bestselling author of the critically acclaimed FBI profiler Karen Vail and OPSIG Team Black series. Jacobson’s years of extensive research and training while embedded with federal and local law enforcement agencies have influenced him both personally and professionally, and have helped shape the stories he tells and the diverse characters that populate his novels.
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(Not a native English speaker so please excuse my grammar mistakes) This is actually my 5th Alan Jacobson novel. I was in the middle of False Accusation when Inmate 1577 came out. And as much as I want to savor and prolong the joy and excitement of reading the new Karen Vail adventure story, it's just impossible not to devour it in one sitting. Well I've actually read 1/3 of the book now and it's INCREDIBLE!! The thing about a lot of mystery/thriller novel is that even though it's exhilarating while reading, but you soon forget what the whole story was about. Well, at least it was like that for me for a lot of James Patterson novels. Highly entertaining, but not much really stays with you afterward. But definitely not with Jacobson's books. You can tell how much research is put into the novel, and all the relevant info/facts are introduced in the most interesting yet nonchalant manner. And you will definitely have something to talk about to impress somebody. Well, back to Inmate 1577. The 500+ pages may seem intimidating at first, but it is the ultimate-turner, I guarantee. I love the fact that Jacobson decided to bring back a few characters from previous novels - but you can still read this one with no problems if you haven't read them. Interesting how many male mystery authors these days have female lead in their stories and do such good jobs analyzing their characters and personalities and yet most men still complain how mysterious women are.=P As a woman myself, I wonder how much female insight Jacobson acquire to write Karen Vail - she's the tough yet feminine and delicate at the same time. I have yet to see Karen's delicate side in Inmate 1577 (in the first 27 chapters I've read so far) and can't wait to face Karen's dilemma once more. Now, I'm going back to reading... Should come and finish this review once I finish it and add another star. =) ----------------------------------------------- I just finished the book. Oh, it's so hard to contain the desire to discuss the plot (especially the ending) with the fellow Alan Jacobson fans!!! all I can say for now is to read it, enjoy it, be enticed and mesmerized by the story! What a rewarding reading experience. Thank you Mr. Jacobson! I really really do hope to meet Vail again soon.
Wow Inmate 1577 exceeds all of my expectations. I was hooked on the Karen Vail series from the start with The 7th Victim. I was not able to stop reading the series. I read the first three books in a week and proceeded to tell everyone that I knew to read this series. Then when I heard Inmate 1577 was coming out, I marked my calendar and waited expectantly for the book. Now it's here and once again I could not stop reading this book. Alan Jacobson knows how to write novels that not only hold your attention, but they compel you to rush home from work, skip dinner, and lose sleep until they are finished. Then you just wow I wonder how long we have to wait for another one. Keep writing these books and hurry up, your readers are waiting. I have this book in hard cover and am purchasing it in Kindle and Nook version for my friends that I turned onto the series.
Here's a math equation for you: (2 compelling stories) x (1 true historical backdrop) = Inmate 1577 This is not an easy review to write, but only because it is very hard to talk about Inmate 1577 without spoilers. I'll give it my best shot. I've enjoyed all of Alan's novels, but Inmate 1577 shows that he has taken his writing to a new level. This book was not just written, but crafted. Alan Jacobson takes two compelling stories--happening fifty years apart--and rather than having them suddenly come together and make sense at the end with a big explosion, these stories very slowly and deliberately begin to converge. Although the connection begins to emerge around the middle of the stories, the end is still one that will leave the reader stunned. Be ready to say to yourself, "I didn't see that coming!" I don't usually read a book a second time; there are too many books that I want to read for that luxury; but I may re-read Inmate 1577 again in order to see what clues Alan provided that I totally missed. Alan has done a very thorough job in this finely honed novel. The character development, particularly of Inmate 1577, is very complex and near perfect. Couple that with how well Alan has intertwined the stories with the most famous escape from Alcatraz and you have a true work of art. One of the nice things about Alan's books is that the chapters are short so you can pick up and put down the book at convenient times. The problem with Inmate 1577 is that almost every chapter is a mini-cliffhanger and putting it down is just not that easy. This is a highly recommended read.
It gets you from page 1, you can't put it down because you want to finish and find out if your guess was right on who donnit.... Highly recommend purchasing and reading this book, you will not be disappointed.
In 1955 in Northfield, New Jersey, the police are on the scene of the murder of Sally MacNalley with her seven year old son Henry as the witness. Her husband Walton arrives and is arrested for the vicious homicide, but a jury found him not guilty. However, his life is shattered though he tried to raise his son. In the present in San Francisco, SFP Inspector Lance Burdon leads the investigation into the rape, sodomy and murder of an old woman. FBI profiler Karen Vail is sent from DC to San Francisco to assist Burdon and his partner Detective Roxxann Dixon on the vicious homicide of the octogenarian. The FBI agent does not want to return to California after the recent Napa Valley mess (see Velocity and Crush), but does. In spite of the efforts of the trio, the ruthless psychopath rapes and kills other victims. The clues lead to Alcatraz, a tourist attraction for decades, but still the Rock for its surviving former inmates. The latest Vail police procedural is a fabulous thriller as the sarcastic profiler and the dedicated serious cops struggle to end a psychopath's brutal killing spree. Although serial killers are a too frequent breed in the sub-genre (including the Vail case The 7th Victim), readers will relish this action-packed tale as the Fed, and the locals play cat and mouse with a vicious lunatic. Harriet Klausner
This was my first Alan Jacobson book to read. It was one that I read in a short amount of time and have read the other 3 books in the series since then! The only 'con' I have about this book relates to some of the graphic details of the victims. I had some trouble getting through those parts of the book. But overall, it was a very good mystrey. I do suggest starting with the first book in the Karen Vail Series. Can't wait for the his next one, hope it's a Karen Vail Series!
What a great story! I really enjoyed this book. It was quite captivating and well written. You'll really learn to like the characters and it is an easy read. I highly recommend it.
I liked the book however, way too wordy & descriptive. I figured out who the killer was 1/2 way through & the ending was predictable. It switches between present time and the past, which I thought was enjoyable.
Can't wait for the next installment....just read, you will not be disappointed. Hard to put down!!!
Enjoyed the book, suspenseful.
Totally enjoyed this book on so many levels highly recommend starting at the beginning of the series if you enjoy FBI profiler stories, this is a great one i'm not one to re-read books, but this one I just might.
Highly recommended...it will make your heart beat fast in anticipation!
A little slow in the beginning but picks up rather quickly. Great mystery and figured it out by the end wiyh so many clues throughout.
Mystery, suspense & crime. I enjoy Alan Jacobson books. I think I've read them all. Fast paced, easy read. Thanks Kelly for loaning me the book!
I have read all four of the Karen Vail books and i liked rhis one the most. It kept my mind occupied with untangaling the clues and i was as surprised as the characters by who the killer turned out to be. Well sort of. I had guessed early on that it might be who it was but not rhat thar someone was hiding in plain sight. Nicely done!
In reading this i compared it to Michael Connleys Harry Bosh series. In this book how would veteran detectives miss a clue as obivious as huge out of place key, were the houses inventoried, what about knocking on doors anyone see or hear anything unusual, what about the victoms cars. No one thought of going to a lock smith to see what kind of key it was. If one of the criems happened in the 80's would not have made sence to assume he was in the system somewhere Bad police work from supposed professionals Bob
I have read the previous books in the Karen Vail series. I WANTED to like this one. As usually, the story is a very good one - Jacobson knows how to set up a gripping thriller. But I kept being jolted out of the story by things which just grated on me too much as a former journalist and a lawyer. She wants to control the phrases in a journalist's "report"? No journalist will let someone write the story for them. She recognizes that there is the Constitutional problem with getting a journalist to reveal sources, but magically can get a warrant for cell phone records to reveal them? Other places the review of cell phone records seems to be just part of police power. I know that the Patriot Act has made it much easier, but Jacobson seems to ignore any legal requirements. Also, though I usually think Jacobson does a very good job of writing from a female point of view, his gender shines through a little too brightly in places. Knowing that she is pulling on form-fitting jeans and a tight black sweater really doesn't further the story - and putting another female detective in a tank top to use her "assets" to distract someone, with accompanying banter, lost me. Finally, it is just too long. I know, I know. A story should be as long as it takes to tell the story and page count is really irrelevant. But I had this one figured out half-way through and couldn't stand it anymore. I skipped through to the conclusion, knowing that I missed some really good portions on the history of the prison system. I hope that the next books in the series are better. As I said, I really WANTED to like this.
I am having a hard time reading this book, about half way thru it but dont know if i will be able to finish. The Karen Vail FBI persona is not at all likable or interesting. Hard to see her side of anything i dont recommend
My favorite book was Velocity. I like the Karen Vail Series. This book is a good read but not quite as exciting as previous books.