Killer Takes All [NOOK Book]


The White Rabbit beckons you to follow him, down the rabbit hole, into his world. He's a deceiver, a trickster. You won't know what is truth and what is a lie. He aims to best you. Beat you. And when he does, you die.

A friend's brutal murder turns former homicide detective Stacy Killian's life upside down. Unwilling to trust Spencer Malone, the overconfident New Orleans detective assigned to the case, Stacy is compelled to return to the ...

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The White Rabbit beckons you to follow him, down the rabbit hole, into his world. He's a deceiver, a trickster. You won't know what is truth and what is a lie. He aims to best you. Beat you. And when he does, you die.

A friend's brutal murder turns former homicide detective Stacy Killian's life upside down. Unwilling to trust Spencer Malone, the overconfident New Orleans detective assigned to the case, Stacy is compelled to return to the investigative role she had fled.

The investigation leads Stacy and Spencer to White Rabbit, a cultish fantasy role-playing game. White Rabbit is dark, violent—and addictive. As the body count mounts, they find themselves trapped in a terrifying game that's more real than life and death. Because anyone can die before the final moment when White Rabbit is over…and the killer takes all.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460303115
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/17/2012
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 31,419
  • File size: 675 KB

Meet the Author

Erica Spindler

The moment she put pen to paper, Erica knew she had found her true calling. Since that day, Erica has published more than twenty novels. Her titles have been published all over the world and Red was turned into both a wildly popular graphic novel and daytime drama in Japan. Critics have dubbed her stories as "thrill-packed, page turners, white knuckle rides, and edge-of-your-seat whodunits" and The Times Picayune praised 2003's In Silence, calling it "Creepy and compelling; a real page turner."

Erica is a USA TODAY, New York Times extended, Waldenbooks and bestseller. In 2002, her novel Bone Cold won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for excellence. An RWA honor roll member, she received a Kiss of Death award for her novel Forbidden Fruit and is a three-time RITA award finalist. In 1999 Publishers Weekly awarded the audio version of her novel Shocking Pink a Listen-Up award, naming it one of the best audio mystery books of 1998. Praised by booksellers as "The best suspense novel I've ever read" and "A perfect 10 out of 10," Erica's 2004 release See Jane Die is the story of a woman who must face her darkest fears when her husband becomes the prime suspect in the brutal murders of two women.

Erica and her husband--a man she describes as funny, handsome and way too sassy--met in art school and have been together ever since. They have two sons, born nine and a half years apart. Erica makes her home in the New Orleans area, although she originally hailed from Illinois.

Erica came to her present home in much the same way she came to writing--fate intervened. She and her husband, thencollege students, traveled to New Orleans to see the King Tut exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Without advance tickets, they had a choice: wait in line all day or spend the day sightseeing. They chose the latter and fell head-over-heels in love with the city.

Erica is currently at work on her next thriller for MIRA Books.

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Chapter 1

Monday, February 28, 2005
1:30 a.m.
New Orleans, Louisiana

Stacy Killian opened her eyes, fully awake. The sound that had awakened her came again.

Pop. Pop.


She sat up and, in one fluid movement, swung her legs over the side of the bed and went for the Glock .40 that waited in the drawer of her nightstand. Ten years of police work had conditioned her to react to that particular sound without hesitation.

Stacy checked the gun’s magazine, crossed to the window and inched aside the drape. The moon illuminated the deserted yard. Several spindly trees, dilapidated swing set, dog pen minus Caesar, her neighbor Cassie’s Labrador retriever puppy.

No sound. No movement.

Padding silently on bare feet, Stacy made her way out of the bedroom, into the adjoining study, weapon out. She rented one half of a hundred-year-old shotgun double, a style of home made popular in the era before air-conditioning.

Stacy swung left, then right, taking in every detail: the stacks of research books for the paper she was writing on Shelley’s “Mont Blanc,” her open laptop computer, the half-drunk bottle of cheap red wine. The shadows. Their depth, stillness.

As she expected, each room in the house proved a repeat of the last. The sound that had awakened her had not come from inside her apartment.

She reached the front door, eased it open and stepped out onto the front porch. The sagging wood creaked beneath her feet, the only sound on the otherwise deserted street. She shivered as the wet, chilly night enveloped her.

The neighborhood appeared to be asleep. Few lights shone from windows or porches. Stacy scanned the street. She noted several unfamiliar vehicles, which wasn’t unusual for an area inhabited mostly by university students. All the vehicles appeared empty.

Stacy stood in the shadow of her front door, listening to the silence. Suddenly, from nearby, came the sound of a trash barrel toppling over. Laughter followed. Kids, she realized. Practicing the urban equivalent of cow tipping.

She frowned. Could that have been the sound that awakened her? Altered by sleep and instincts she no longer trusted?

A year ago such a thought wouldn’t have crossed her mind. But a year ago she’d been a cop, a homicide detective with the Dallas P.D. She’d yet to endure the betrayal that had not only stripped her of her confidence but had galvanized her to act on her growing dissatisfaction with her life and job.

Stacy gripped the Glock firmly. She was already freezing her ass off, she might as well take this thing to its conclusion. She slipped into her muddy gardening clogs that were perched on a rack by the door. She made her way across the porch and down the steps to her side yard. Circling around to the backyard, she acknowledged that nothing appeared out of order.

Her hands shook. She fought the panic wanting to rise up in her. The fear that she had lost it, and gone totally around the bend.

This had happened before. Twice. The first time just after she moved in. She’d awakened to what she thought were shots fired and had roused all her neighbors within earshot.

And those times, like now, she’d uncovered nothing but a silent, sleeping street. The false alarm had not ingratiated her to her new neighbors. Most had been understandably pissed off.

But not Cassie. Instead, the other woman had invited her in for hot chocolate.

Stacy shifted her gaze to Cassie’s side of the double, to the light that shone from one of the rear windows.

She stared at the lit window, head filling with the memory of the sound that had awakened her. The shots had been too loud to have come from anywhere but right next door.

Why hadn’t she realized that right away?

Overcome with a feeling of dread, she ran for Cassie’s porch stairs. She reached them, stumbled and righted herself, a dozen different reassurances racing through her head: the sound had been a figment of her subconscious; seriously sleep deprived, she was imagining things; Cassie was in a deep, peaceful sleep.

She reached her friend’s door and pounded on it. She waited, then pounded again. “Cassie!” she called. “It’s Stacy. Open up!”

When the other woman didn’t respond, she grabbed the knob and twisted.

The door opened.

Gripping the Glock with both hands, she nudged the door open with her foot and stepped inside. Absolute quiet greeted her.

She called out again, hearing the hopeful note in her voice. The quiver of fear.

Even as she told herself her mind was playing tricks on her, she saw that it wasn’t.

Cassie lay facedown on the living room floor, half on and half off the oval rag rug. A large, dark stain haloed her body. Blood, Stacy acknowledged. A lot of blood.

Stacy began to tremble. Swallowing hard, she worked to quell the reaction. To step outside herself. Think like a cop.

She crossed to her friend. She squatted beside her, feeling herself slipping into professional mode. Separating herself from what had happened, who it had happened to.

She checked Cassie’s wrist for a pulse. When she found none, she moved her gaze over the body. It looked as if Cassie had been shot twice, once between the shoulder blades, the other in the back of the head. What was left of her blond, curly bob was matted with blood. She was fully dressed: denims, cloud-blue T-shirt, Birkenstocks. Stacy recognized the shirt; it was one of Cassie’s favorites. From memory she knew the front read: Dream. Love. Live.

Tears choked her; Stacy fought them. Crying wouldn’t help her friend. But keeping her cool just might help catch her killer.

A sound came from the back of the apartment.


Or the killer.

Stacy firmed her grip on the Glock, though her hands shook. Heart thumping, she stood and, as quietly as possible, inched deeper into the apartment.

She found Beth in the doorway to the second bedroom. Unlike the other woman, Beth lay on her back, her eyes open, vacant. She wore pink cotton pajamas, patterned with gray-and-white kittens.

She’d also been shot. Twice in the chest.

Quickly, careful not to disturb any evidence, Stacy checked the woman’s pulse. As with Cassie, she found none.

She straightened, then swung in the direction from which the sound had come.

Whining, she realized. A snuffling at the bathroom door.


She made for the bathroom, softly calling the dog’s name. He responded with a yip and she carefully eased the door open. The Lab lunged at her feet, gratefully whining.

As she scooped the squirming puppy up, she saw that he had messed on the floor. How long had he been locked up? she wondered. Had Cassie done it? Or her killer? And why? Cassie crated the dog at night and when she wasn’t home.

Puppy tucked under her arm, Stacy made a quick but thorough search of the apartment to ensure the shooter was gone, though her gut told her he was.

She would guess he got out in the few minutes it had taken her to make her way from her own bedroom to the front porch. She hadn’t heard a car door slam or an engine start, which could mean he’d escaped on foot -- or nothing at all.

She needed to call 911, but was loath to hand the investigation over before she absorbed all she could of the crime scene. She glanced at her watch. A 911 homicide call would yield an immediate cruiser if one was in the area. Three minutes or less from the time dispatch received the call, she guessed, turning back to the scene. If not, she could be looking at fifteen minutes.

Judging by what she saw, Stacy felt certain Cassie had been killed first, Beth second. Beth had probably heard the first two shots and gotten out of bed to see what was happening. She wouldn’t have immediately recognized the sound as a gun discharging. And even if she had suspected gunshots, she would have convinced herself otherwise.

That explained the phone, untouched, on the nightstand by the bed. Stacy crossed to it and, using the edge of her pajama top, picked up the receiver. The dial tone buzzed reassuringly in her ear.

Stacy ran through the possibilities. The place didn’t appear to have been robbed. The door had been unlocked, not broken into. Cassie had invited the killer inside. He -- or she -- was a friend or an acquaintance. Someone she had been expecting. Or someone she knew. Perhaps the killer had asked her to lock up the dog?

Tucking her questions away for later, she dialed 911. “Double homicide,” she said to the operator, voice shaking.“1174 City Park Avenue.” And then, cuddling Caesar to her chest, Stacy sat on the floor and cried.

Chapter 2

Monday, February 28, 2005
1:50 a.m.

Detective Spencer Malone drew his 1977, cherry-red, mint-condition Chevy Camaro to a stop in front of the City Park neighborhood double. His older brother John had bought the car new. It had been his baby, his pride and joy until he’d gotten married and had babies to tote to and from daycare and birthday parties.

Now the Camaro was Spencer’s pride and joy.

Spencer shifted into Park and peered through the windshield at the double. The first officers had secured the scene; yellow crime scene tape stretched across the slightly sagging front porch. One of the officers stood just beyond, signing in those who arrived, noting the time of their entrance.

Spencer narrowed his eyes, recognizing the officer as a third-year rookie and one of his staunchest accusers.

Connelly. The prick.

Spencer took in a deep breath, working to control his temper, the short fuse that had gotten him in too many brawls to count. The hot head that had held him back professionally, that had contributed to the ease with which everyone had bought into the accusations that had almost ended his career.

Hot tempered and a major league fuckup. An ugly combination.

He shook the thoughts off. This scene was his. He was lead man. He wasn’t going to screw it up.

Spencer opened the car door and climbed out just as Detective Tony Sciame wheeled to a stop in front of the double. In the New Orleans Police Force, detectives didn’t have set partners, per se, they worked a rotation. When a case came in, whoever was next in line got it. That detective chose another to assist, and the factors involved in that choice were availability, experience and friendship.

Most of the guys tended to find someone they clicked with, a kind of symbiotic “partnership.” For a number of reasons, he and Tony worked well together, filling in the other’s blanks, so to speak.

Spencer had a hell of a lot more blanks to fill than Tony did.

A thirty-year veteran of the force, twenty-five of it in Homicide, Tony was an old-timer. Happily married for thirty-two years -- and a pound overweight for each of those years -- he had four kids, one grown and on his own, one still at home, and two at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge, one mortgage and a scruffy dog named Frodo.

Although their partnership was new, they’d already been likened to Mutt and Jeff, Frick and Frack, and Laurel and Hardy. Spencer preferred a Gibson and Glover comparison -- with him being the good-looking, renegade Mel Gibson character -- but their fellow officers weren’t going for it.

“Yo, Slick,” Tony said.

“Pasta Man.”

Spencer liked to rag Tony about his pasta gut; his partner returned the favor by addressing him as Slick, Junior or Hotshot. Never mind that Spencer, at thirty-one and a nine-year veteran of the force, was neither rookie nor kid, he was new both to rank of detective and to Homicide, which in the culture of the NOPD made him a mark for ribbing.

The other man laughed and patted his middle. “You’re just jealous.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” Spencer motioned to the crime-scene van. “Techs beat us to the scene.”

“Eager-beaver assholes.”

They fell into step together. Tony squinted up at the starless sky. “I’m getting too old for this shit. Call caught me and Betty in the middle of busting our youngest for staying out past curfew.”

“Poor Carly.”

“My ass. That girl’s a menace. Four kids and the last one is hell on wheels. See this?” He indicated the nearly bald top of his head. “They’ve all contributed, but Carly . . . Just wait, you’ll see.”

Spencer laughed. “I grew up with six siblings. I know what kids are like. That’s why I’m not having any.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself. By the way, what was her name?”


“Tonight’s date.”

Truth was, he’d been out with his brothers Percy and Patrick. They’d had a couple of beers and a burger at Shannon’s Tavern. The closest he’d gotten to scoring was sinking the eight ball in the corner pocket to defeat Patrick, the family pool shark.

But Tony didn’t want to hear that. The Malone brothers were legends in the NOPD. Handsome, hard-partying hotheads with reputations as lady-killers.

“I don’t kiss and tell, partner.”

They reached Connelly. Spencer met his eyes and it all came rushing back. He’d been working the Fifth District Detective Investigative Unit, in charge of a kitty of informant money. Fifteen hundred bucks, not that much in today’s world. But enough to be raked over the coals when it turned up missing. Suspended without pay, charged, then indicted.

Charges had been dropped, his name cleared. Turned out Lieutenant Moran, his immediate superior and the one who had placed the kitty in his care, had set him up. Because he “trusted him.” Because he believed “he was up to the responsibility” even though he’d only worked DIU six months.

More like, Moran believed Spencer was a patsy.

If it hadn’t been for his family refusing to accept his guilt, the bastard would have gotten away with it. If Spencer had been found guilty, not only would he have been kicked off the force, he would have done jail time.

As it was, he’d lost a year and a half of his life.

Thinking about it still chapped his ass. Remembering how many of his brothers in arms had turned against him -- including this little weasel -- infuriated him. Up until then, he had thought of the NOPD as his extended family, his fellow officers as his brothers and sisters.

And until then, life had been one big party. Laissez les bon temps rouler, New Orleans-style.

Lieutenant Moran had changed all that. The man had made his life a living hell; he’d destroyed Spencer’s illusions about the force and about being a cop.

The parties weren’t as much fun now. He saw the consequences of his actions.

To keep Spencer from suing, the department had reinstated him with back pay and bumped him up to ISD.

Investigative Support Division. His dream job.

In the late nineties the department had decentralized, taking detective units, such as Homicide and Vice, out of headquarters and positioning them in the eight district stations throughout the city. They bundled them into a multitask Detective Investigative Unit. The detectives in DIU didn’t specialize; they handled everything from burglary to vice to rubber-stamp homicides.

However, for the top homicide detectives -- the ones with the most experience and training, the cream of the crop -- they’d created ISD. Located in headquarters, they handled cold-case homicides -- ones unsolved after a year -- and all the juicy stuff as well: sex crimes, serial murders, child abductions.

Some touted decentralization a huge success. Some called it an embarrassing failure -- especially in terms of homicide. In the end, one thing was certain, it saved the department money.

Spencer had accepted the department’s obvious bribe because he was a cop. More than a job, it was who he was. He’d never considered being anything else. How could he have? Police work was in his blood. His father, uncle and aunt were all cops. So were several cousins and all but two of his siblings. His brother Quentin had left the force after sixteen years to study law. Even so, he hadn’t strayed far from the family business. A prosecutor with the
Orleans Parish D.A., he helped convict the guys the other Malones busted.

“Hello, Connelly,” Spencer said tightly. “Here I am, back from the dead. Surprised?”

The other officer shifted his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean, Detective.”

“My ass.” He leaned toward the other man. “You going to have a problem working with me?”

The officer took a step backward. “No problem. No, sir.”

“Good thing. Because I’m here to stay.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’ve we got?”

“Double homicide.” The rookie’s voice shook slightly. “Both female. UNO students.” He glanced at his notes. “Cassie Finch and Beth Wagner. Neighbor there called it in. Name’s Stacy Killian.”

Spencer glanced in the direction he indicated. A young woman, cradling a sleeping puppy in her arms, stood on the porch. Tall, blond and, from what he could see, attractive. It looked as if she was wearing pajamas under her denim jacket. “What’s her story?”

“Thought she heard gunshots and went to investigate.”

“Now, there was an intelligent move.” Spencer shook his head in disgust. “Civilians.”

They started toward the porch. Tony angled him a glance. “Way to set the record, Slick. Stupid little prick.”

Tony had never succumbed to the Malone bashing that had become the favorite pastime of many in the NOPD. He’d stood by Spencer and the entire Malone clan’s belief in Spencer’s innocence. That hadn’t always been easy, Spencer knew, particularly when the “evidence” had begun to stack up.

There were some who still didn’t buy Spencer’s innocence -- or Lieutenant Moran’s guilt. Despite the department’s reinstatement or Moran’s confession and suicide. They figured the Malone family had “fixed” it somehow, used their considerable influence within the department to make it all go away.

It pissed him off. Spencer hated that he had been involved, albeit innocently, in the sullying of his family’s reputation, hated the speculative glances, the whispers.

“It’ll get better,” Tony murmured, as if reading his mind. “Cops’ memories aren’t that good. Lead poisoning, in my humble opinion.”

“You think?” Spencer grinned at him as they climbed the steps. “I was leaning toward excessive exposure to blue dye.”

They crossed the porch. He was aware of the neighbor’s gaze on him; he didn’t meet it. There would be time later for her distress and questions. Now was not it.

They entered the double. The techs were at work. Spencer skimmed his gaze over the scene, experiencing a small rush of excitement.

He had wanted Homicide for as long as he could remember. As a kid, he’d listened to his dad and Uncle Sammy discuss cases. And later, had watched his brothers John and Quentin with awe. When the department had decentralized, he’d wanted ISD.

ISD was the big time. Top of the heap.

He’d been too much of a screw-up to earn the appointment. But here he was. Payoff for his cooperation and goodwill.

He hadn’t been proud enough to turn it down.

Copyright © 2005 Erica Spindler

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  • Posted February 7, 2010

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    WHAT A RIDE!!!!!!

    I devoured this book in 2 days! That's quick for me! It was a suspense filled roller coaster ride to a twist at the end I never saw coming! It is a rare book than can hold my attention for more than a one hour interval. I truly could NOT put this down. I even brought it with me to a movie date that I had made prior to starting the book. I didn't want to flake so I sat in the back with a pen light & continued the journey. If you are not hooked 10 pages in then it is not the right book for you. The characters are fleshed out so well that I cared for them & their survival was important to me. The desire to read ahead to insure a happy ending was very tempting but I refrained & am so glad I did. I recommend this book highly & hope you love it as much as I did.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2012

    Not her best

    Usually love Spindler, but this book fell flat. How many times can you change the killer within just a few pages?! D

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2011

    Great book

    I really enjoyed this book. Everytime I thought it was ending and the mystery was solved, another twist was revealed. I highly recommend it.

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  • Posted July 21, 2011

    Had me looking over my shoulder

    I read this book while home sick. In about 30 hours I finished this book. I was mesmerized from the first chapter. The suspense was killing me. I had to find out who the White Rabbit was. I loved all the twists and turns. Just when she had you believing one person was the white rabbit, there was another turn.....and another. Very satisfied with this book. Thank you Ms. Spindler for the suspense!

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  • Posted April 30, 2011

    White Rabbits

    This is my first book done for the new year. It's got plenty of drama, suspense and intrigue. Set in New Orleans, this deals with a serial killer who likes to play role playing games that turn out deadly. Stacy Killian is introduced in this novel, when she meets Spencer Malone, his family and his Aunt Patty. She's been left cryptic notes from the "White Rabbit", putting her life in danger, when she's next on his list. It's up to the NOPD to protect her and stop this "White Rabbit" from killing others. What a rush!

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  • Posted November 21, 2010

    Great suspense

    This is the 1st book I read by this author. I loved this book and because of that continued to read more books by Erica Spindler. She does a great job developing characters and the plot.

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  • Posted June 23, 2010

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    Not That Thrilling

    The book was ok. I felt it had too many characters and too many suspects for all the of the different situations that were going on. I guessed the killer was someone else, but once it got towards the end, I knew who it was and was right. All of the different possibilities and how unsure Stacy was about her guesses got really annoying.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    Very good! Nice surprise!

    When I picked up this book, I wasn't sure what to expect and I sure wasn't ready for the ride ahead. The book is based on a role-playing game. I am not particularly fond of 'real-life' role playing games, but that didn't matter in this book. I really enjoyed this book. As soon as I had it figured out, I'd find out how wrong I was. I felt that I had to keep reading to find out more and I breezed right through this book. It is very well-written. In fact, I have already purchased another of Erica Spindler's books to read - this was the first of her's I'd had the privledge to read. The game mixed with interesting and well-developed characters combine for a fantastic read. The only complaint with the book, is that it ends very quickly in that how can you finish it in the last three pages kind of way, however, this should not keep you from reading if the plot sounds interesting at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2007

    Kept me up reading ALL night!

    This book was great! IT kept me turning the pages till the end. I could hardly put the book down and had to force myself to put it down at 3 in the morning! This is definetly another Erica Spindler keepers. I've read all of her books and this is one of my absolute favorites. I can't wait for her new book, Last Known Victim, to come out. I also want to learn more about Spencer Malone and Stacy Killian together.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2007

    good book

    If I could rate this book 3.75/5 it would be an exact grade for me. Basically I think the main characters/hero can be likeable. I found the plot very intriguing. there were enough clues for me to make attempts to solve the mystery which it kept a high suspence through-out the end. the only negative was that the book was built based on the story of Alice in wonderland and the RPG games that I was not familiar with.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2007

    Another great book by Erica Spindler

    I have enjoyed all of her books so far. I have yet to be disappointed. Killer Takes All kept me reading it well into the night. It was hard to put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2006


    i love gore but this book toke me soo long to get interested in the plot i was about 2 thirds of the way through when i finially was begining to get intrigued. but for my 2 of my favorite subjects i wasn't all that impressed. 1.)murder 2) Alice in wonderland there are alot others that this book could have touched on but didn't so yeah it didn't take alot to figure out who done it!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2006

    Spindler's done better

    I've read other Erica Spindler books as well as this book, and this is definitely not Spindler's best. The plot is weird to begin with, and the main character seems very surreal at times. And yeah there's a good twist at the end, but it could still be better. Def not my favorite, but not the worst either

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2005

    This Book Sucked

    I have always loved Erica Spindler. Her first 10 books were excellent, but this one just didnt cut it for me. Unless you know the story of Alice in Wonderland (which I am not really familiar with) you are lost. I tried very hard to stick with it, but about halfway thru it got so confusing and convoluted regarding this 'game' I didnt know what the heck was going on. I finally had to put it down. I am finding so may of my favorite authors going downhill in their stories once they jump to Hardcover.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2005

    LOVED IT!!!!!!

    What a great plot. Lots of twists and turns. Kept me guessing til the end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2005

    Killer Takes All

    This story starts very slow and builds instantly to a double murder, which seems like any other sad incident in a mystery novel. You are lead to believe things about the murder(s) and the characters that all seem quite logical and plausible. You get to a point where you have the facts and can make a rather good guess at who is leading this game of White Rabbit. It seems rather ordinary and like other mysteries, until the first twist, then you are taken aback and rethink what has transpired and bingo you are fooled again. This is a clear tale of intrigue that surprises you at several turns and gets you thinking how did you miss this one. Definitely try this story for a fine read and a few surprises from the average murder mystery.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2005

    Killer Takes All

    This tale about an ex-detective having some problems settling in to graduate school takes you slowly into a series of murders that appears to be easy to solve, knowing all the facts and the characters. It lulls you into a false sense of knowing what is written and what is inferred. Just when you are certain how it will end, bingo there is a twist. Then you adjust your thought patterns and reassess the characters and you really got it. No you do not. All mystery fans should read this with gusto. The characters and plot seem quite straightforward once they are outlined, but don't be so sure. It is a winding ride through mental games on several levels.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2005

    Killer Takes All

    Disturbed by a noise in the still of the night, Stacy Killian wakes to find two dear friends brutally murdered. The former cop's instincts are instantly on alert, but even with all her training, she has no idea how deep a rabbit hole she's falling down. The two women are only the first victims of a mysterious Game Master known as the White Rabbit. Unlike most D and D variants, this game was one where losing meant you died in fact. Now, as each card is dealt, another unwilling player dies. Picking up skills she thought left behind, Stacy must work with the two cops assigned to the case to win this deadly game. ........................................ Fascinating suspense leaps off the first page and does not let up until the last. Drawing on familiar images turned horrific, Ms. Spindler weaves a spell of terror around her reader, proving once more that she is a master of her game.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine police procedural

    The pop noise awakens former Dallas Homicide Detective Stacy Killian. Though a grad student in Eng Lit, she is still conditioned to react instantly from her days as a police officer. Stacy goes on alert searching for the source when she realizes the decibels meant the apartment of her next door neighbors, University of New Orleans students Cassie and Beth who were shot to death. After looking at the crime scene, Stacy calls 911. New Orleans Homicide Detective Spencer Malone and rotational partner Tony Sciame team up to head the investigation into the homicides. --- The two cops interview Stacy, first at the scene so she is a suspect. She mentions that she and Cassie became friends and that the coed enjoyed role playing games (RPG). Since the murders were not sexual or a break and enter robbery, and a laptop is missing, Stacy wonders if an RPG is somehow involved. Not trusting the rookie or the near retirement detectives to solve the case, Stacy investigates until she joins forces with Spencer looking into the RPG White Rabbit and its designer Leo Noble when other murders occur. Neither the former cop nor the detective realizes the danger of falling down the hole into the RPG realm of White Rabbit. --- Police procedural suspense thriller fans will want to read Erica Spindler¿s tense tale as the action-packed novel glides on two investigative paths; that of Stacy and that of Spencer until they merge their efforts. The key to the suspenseful story line is how the serial killer has raised the stakes of White Rabbit RPG into a real life game of winner takes all while losers die. Readers will enjoy this fine effort and hopefully see future pairing of the lead duet especially if the heroine returns to the force.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2011

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