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The Maze (FBI Series #2)

The Maze (FBI Series #2)

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by Catherine Coulter

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FBI Special Agent Dillon Savich teams up with new agent Lacey Sherlock in a case that leads them back to the murder of Sherlock's sister seven years ago-and put both their lives on the line.


FBI Special Agent Dillon Savich teams up with new agent Lacey Sherlock in a case that leads them back to the murder of Sherlock's sister seven years ago-and put both their lives on the line.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The strengths Coulter evidenced in her bestselling paperback, The Cove, are also showcased in this new romantic suspense novel. San Franciscan Lacey Sherlock was just a teenager, dreaming of studying piano at Berkeley, when her older sister's life was brutally ended by the serial murderer that the media dubbed the String Killer. Now, seven years and one brief mental breakdown later, her career plans have changed. Having completed FBI training and learned to be addressed by her surname, she's assigned to agent Dillon Savich's Criminal Apprehension Unit, which, utilizing Dillon's specialized computer program for profiling, is responsible for pursuing serial killers. This places the obsessed Sherlock exactly where she wants to be when the String Killer strikes again, this time in Boston. It also puts her in position to become romantically involved with her attractive superior. Coulter renders computer technology clearly and even interestingly, makes the Quantico training scenes absorbing and keeps the action moving fast. When Sherlock and Dillon apprehend the String Killer, they begin to doubt whether he really murdered Sherlock's sister, and though it's pretty easy to guess who the real villain will be, a lot of action occurs while Sherlock figures it out. Given Sherlock's vengeful mindset regarding the death penalty, the quality of mercy is definitely strained here. There are too many jokes concerning her surname; and Coulter's overuse of the adjective "plummy" to describe Dillon's voice can get on one's nerves. Otherwise, however, the book is gripping enough to establish Coulter firmly in this genre, even while she continues to attract a loyal following for her paperback historical romances.
Library Journal
Coulter (The Valentine Legacy, LJ 8/95) writes mainly romance novels but frames them in different genres. Her new work is a thriller about a young woman whose sister was murdered. For the next seven years, she dedicates herself to getting the training necessary to catch the killer, then joins the FBI. When she meets up with Belinda's suspected murderer, the String Killer, she questions whether Belinda was one of his victims. She dreams about the murder in vivid detail; meanwhile, she is distracted by her strange family and by the apparently growing feelings between her and her supervisor, Dillon Savich. While Coulter's characters relate well to each other, Dillon is too good to be true. Coincidence stretches belief, but the book is an easy, fast read, good for summer entertainment. This title will be in demand.Andrea Lee Shuey, Dallas P.L.
Kirkus Reviews
Popular historical romancer Coulter (Rosehaven, 1996, etc.) takes on serial killers, the FBI, and a wholly implausible cast in her latest venture. When Lacey Sherlock (supposedly a world-class musician, although this is mentioned only in passing) becomes a special agent at the FBI, it is the culmination of an obsession that has lasted for seven years—the amount of time that's passed since her older, half-sister Belinda was one of seven San Francisco women murdered by a serial killer. At the time, Lacey pledged to find him, and now she's prepared to use her insider status to do just that. She's far less prepared, however, for the feelings stirred up by her new boss, computer-genius/stud Dillon Savich, who's more than willing to help her on her quest. When the pair track down the String Killer, Marlin Jones, they think their troubles are over. Unfortunately, the case then takes a major turn for the overcomplicated. Marlin may not have killed Belinda; at the same time, Lacey's family—her father, a judge, her mother, who's housebound and "crazy," and her former brother-in-law, Douglas—also come into the picture. The fast pace will hold some appeal, but the cartoonish villains and the comic-book storyline may not. Overall, not Coulter's finest.

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Penguin Publishing Group
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FBI Series , #2
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Product dimensions:
4.24(w) x 6.78(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

Read an Excerpt

FBI Academy

Quantico, Virginia

She was in Hogan’s Alley, the highest crime rate city in

the United States. She knew just about every inch of every

building in this town, certainly better than the actors who

were paid eight dollars an hour to play bad guys, and better

than many of the bureau employees who were witnesses,

robbers and cops every day in Hogan’s Alley.

Today she and three other trainees were going to catch a

bank robber. She hoped. They were told to keep their eyes

open, nothing else. It was a parade day in Hogan’s Alley.

There was a crowd of people around, drinking sodas and

eating hot dogs. It wasn’t going to be easy. Chances were

that the suspect was going to be one of the people trying to

blend in with the crowd, trying to look as innocent as an

everyday guy, she’d stake a claim on that. She would have

given anything if they’d gotten just a brief glance at the

robber, but they hadn’t. It was a critical situation, lots of

innocent civilians milling about and a bank robber who

would probably run out of the bank, a bank robber who was

possibly dangerous.

She saw Buzz Alport, an all-night waiter at a truck stop

off I-95. He was whistling, looking as if he didn’t have a

care in the world. No, Buzz wasn’t the bad guy today. She

knew him too well. She tried to memorize every face, so

she’d be able to spot the robber if he suddenly appeared. She

slowly worked the crowd, trying to look calm and unhurried.

She saw some visitors from the Hill, standing on the sidelines,

watching the agents role-play crimes and catch criminals.

She couldn’t kill a visiting congressman. It wouldn’t

look good for the Bureau.

It began. She and Porter Forge, a Southerner from Birmingham

who spoke beautiful French without a hint of a

drawl, saw a man dash from behind a side door of the bank,

followed by a bank employee frantically waving and yelling

at the top of his lungs at the fleeing man. She and Forge got

no more than a brief glimpse. They went after the robber.

He dove into the crowd of people and disappeared. Because

there were civilians around, they kept their guns holstered.

If any of them hurt a civilian, there’d be hell to pay. It didn’t

matter. Three minutes later they’d lost him.

It was then that she saw Dillon Savich, an FBI agent and

computer genius who taught occasional classes here at Quantico,

standing next to a man she’d never seen before. Both

were wearing sunglasses, blue suits and blue-gray ties.

She’d know Savich anywhere. She wondered what he was

doing here at this particular time. Had he just taught a class?

She’d never heard of him being at Hogan’s Alley. She stared

at him. Was it possible that he was the suspect to whom the

bank employee had been waving? Maybe. Only thing was

that he didn’t look at all out of breath and the bank robber

had run out of the bank like a bat out of hell. Savich looked

cool and disinterested.

Nah, it couldn’t be Savich. Savich wouldn’t join in the

exercise, would he? Suddenly, she saw a man some distance

away from her slowly slip his hand into his jacket. Dear God,

he was going for a gun. She yelled to Porter.

While the other trainees were distracted, Savich suddenly

moved away from the man he’d been talking to and ducked

behind three civilians. Three other civilians who were close

to the other guy were yelling and shoving, trying to get out

of the way.

What was going on here?

‘‘Sherlock! Where’d he go?’’

She began to smile even as agents were pushing and shoving,

trying desperately to sort out who was who. She never

lost sight of Savich. She slipped into the crowd. It took her

under a minute to come around him from behind.

There was a woman next to him. It was a very possible

hostage situation. She saw him slowly reach out his hand

toward the woman. She couldn’t take the chance. She drew

her gun, came right up behind him and whispered in his ear

as she pressed the nose of the 9mm SIG pistol into the small

of his back, ‘‘Freeze. FBI.’’

‘‘Ms. Sherlock, I presume?’’

She felt a moment of uncertainty, then quashed it. She had

the robber. He was just trying to rattle her. ‘‘Listen to me,

that’s not part of the script. You’re not supposed to know

me. Now, get your hands behind your back, buddy, or you’re

going to be in big trouble.’’

‘‘I don’t think so,’’ he said, and began to turn.

The woman next to them saw the gun and screamed at the

top of her lungs. ‘‘Oh my God, the robber’s a woman! Here

she is! She’s going to kill a man. She’s got a gun! Help!’’

‘‘Damn you, get your hands behind your back!’’ But how

was she going to get cuffs on him? The woman was still

yelling. Other people were looking now, not knowing what

to do. She didn’t have much time.

‘‘Do it or I’ll shoot you.’’

Savich moved so quickly she didn’t have a chance. He

knocked the pistol out of her hand with a chop of his right

hand, numbing her entire arm, bulled his head into her stomach

and sent her flying, wheezing for breath into a mass of

petunias in the flower bed beside the Hogan’s Alley Post


He was laughing. The bastard was laughing at her. She

was sucking in air as hard and fast as she could. Her stomach

was on fire. He stuck out his hand to pull her up.

‘‘You’re under arrest,’’ she said, and slipped a small Lady

Colt .38 from her ankle holster. She gave him a big grin.

‘‘Don’t move or I’ll do something mean to you.’’

His laughter died. He looked at that gun, then at her, up

on her elbows in the petunia bed. There were a half dozen

men and women standing there, watching, their breaths held.

She yelled out, ‘‘Stay back, all of you. This man’s dangerous.

He just robbed the bank. I didn’t do it, he did. I’m FBI.

Stay back!’’

‘‘That Colt isn’t bureau issue.’’

‘‘Shut up. No, don’t twitch or I’ll shoot you.’’

He’d made a very small movement toward her, but she

wasn’t going to let him get her this time. Into martial arts,

was he? She knew she was smashing the petunias, but she

didn’t see any hope for it. Mrs. Shaw would come after her

because the flower beds were her pride and joy, but she was

only doing her job. She couldn’t let him get the better of her


She kept inching away from him, that Colt steady on his

chest. She came up slowly, keeping her distance. ‘‘Turn

around and put your hands behind you.’’

‘‘I don’t think so,’’ he said again. She didn’t even see his

leg, but she did hear the rip of his pants. The Colt went flying

onto the sidewalk.

‘‘How’d you do that?’’

Where were her partners?

Where was Mrs. Shaw, the postmistress? She’d once

caught an alleged bank robber by hitting him over the head

with a frying pan.

‘‘Damn,’’ she heard him say, then he was on her. This

time, she moved as quickly as he did. She knew he wouldn’t

hurt her, just disable her, jerk her onto her face and humiliate

her in front of everyone. She rolled to the side, came up,

saw Porter Forge from the corner of her eye, caught the SIG

from him, turned and fired. She got him in mid-leap.

The red paint spread all over the front of his white shirt,

his conservative tie, and his dark blue suit.

He flailed about, managing to keep his balance. He

straightened, stared down at her, stared down at his shirt,

grunted, and fell onto his back into the flower bed, his arms

flung out.

‘‘Sherlock, you idiot, you just shot the new coach of Hogan’s

Alley High School’s football team!’’ It was the mayor

of Hogan’s Alley and he wasn’t happy. He stood over her,

yelling. ‘‘Didn’t you read the paper? Didn’t you see his picture?

You live here and you don’t know what’s going on?

Coach Savich was hired just last week. My God, you killed

an innocent man.’’

‘‘She also made me rip my pants,’’ Savich said, coming

up on a graceful motion. He shook himself, wiping dirt off

his hands onto his filthy pants.

‘‘He tried to kill me,’’ she said, still pointing the SIG at


‘‘I’m already dead, remember? Although you might as

well shoot me again; the clothes are ruined.’’

‘‘He was only defending himself,’’ said the woman who’d

yelled her head off. ‘‘He’s the new coach and you killed


She knew she wasn’t wrong.

‘‘I don’t know about that,’’ Porter Forge said, that drawl

of his so slow she could have said the same thing at least

three times before he got it out. ‘‘Suh,’’ he continued to the

mayor who was standing at his elbow, ‘‘I believe I saw a

wanted poster on this big fella. He’s gone and robbed banks

all over the South. Yep, that’s where I saw his picture, on

one of the Atlanta PD posters, suh. Sherlock here did good.

She brought down a real bad guy.’’

It was an excellent lie, one to give her time to do something,

anything, to save her hide.

Then she realized what had bothered her about him. His

clothes. They didn’t fit him quite right. She reached her

hands into Savich’s pockets and pulled out wads of fake one

hundred dollar bills.

‘‘I believe ya’ll find the bank’s serial numbers on the bills,

suh. Don’t you think so, Sherlock?’’

‘‘Oh yes, I surely do, Agent Forge.’’

‘‘Take me away, Ms. Sherlock,’’ Dillon Savich said and

stuck out his hands.

She handed Porter back his SIG. She faced Savich with

her hands on her hips, a grin on her face. ‘‘Why would I

handcuff you now, sir? You’re dead. I’ll get a body bag.’’

Savich was still laughing when she walked away to the

waiting paramedic ambulance. He said to the mayor of Hogan’s

Alley, ‘‘That was well done. She has a nose for crooks.

She sniffed me out and came after me.’’

Savich walked away, unaware that his royal blue boxer

shorts were on display to a crowd of a good fifty people.

Then there was rolling laughter. Even a crook who was

holding a hostage around the throat, a gun to his ear, at the

other end of town looked over at the sudden noise to see

what was going on. It was his downfall. Agent Wallace

conked him over the head and laid him flat.

It was a good day for taking a bite out of crime in Hogan’s


Meet the Author

Catherine Coulter is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the FBI Thrillers featuring husband and wife team Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. She is also the author—with J. T. Ellison—of the Brit in the FBI series. She lives in Sausalito, California.

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Maze (FBI Series #2) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 167 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
That line got me hooked on Catherine Coulter. I saw the book at the library, opened to a random page (you know it's a good book when you can get hooked no matter what page you read) and saw that conversation between Dillon and Lacey and fell in love with the characters. These are normal people who can go out to a nice dinner (i don't recall if they ever had time to do a five star resturaunt while chasing that lunatic) and go to the gym and be able to have the same connections at both places. Honestly, if an author can make 'gym talk' sound sexy, there's not much she can't do.
joanie77 More than 1 year ago
Catherine Coulter writes excellent mysteries. You can't hardly put her books down. I have read all but one of the FBI Series and loved every one of them.
RJohnson More than 1 year ago
I have found a Series that I just can't put down. I love these FBI Series books. Everything you could possible want and more. The whole time reading the maze your wondering what will happen to Lacey Sherlock. Can't wait to read the 3rd one in this Series. The target.
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Shallow and predictable
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binglebella More than 1 year ago
Great story line-- I have enjoyed reading the series.!!!!
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I liked the bit where the other agents were teasing Lacey about her last name.
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Just "found" this author & am working my way through all of her books. I like the way early characters are woven into succeeding plots. Keeps your attention all the way through.
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I love this author- nice plot- just wish she could leave out the discriptive sex scenes. Not necessary in a mystery.
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