Missing Persons

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Psychologist Alan Gregory’s friend and fellow therapist Hannah Grant has died suddenly and mysteriously. The police are baffled, leaving another unsolved homicide in Boulder, Colorado. Only Alan can decipher Hannah’s clues—a quest that will take him to Las Vegas and lead him to question the integrity of those closest to him.

But while Alan tracks a missing patient of Hannah’s, the answers to both cases may be locked inside the mind of a client he has been treating for schizoid ...

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Psychologist Alan Gregory’s friend and fellow therapist Hannah Grant has died suddenly and mysteriously. The police are baffled, leaving another unsolved homicide in Boulder, Colorado. Only Alan can decipher Hannah’s clues—a quest that will take him to Las Vegas and lead him to question the integrity of those closest to him.

But while Alan tracks a missing patient of Hannah’s, the answers to both cases may be locked inside the mind of a client he has been treating for schizoid personality disorder. Running a maze of dilemmas, Alan takes a bold risk that will cost him his career—or his life.

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New York Times–bestselling author Stephen White offers readers fascinating glimpses into the human psyche, blended with real-world details and heart-stopping suspense. In Missing Persons, the peril begins with a simple phone call. Alan Gregory and Diane Estevez call fellow mental health professional Hannah Grant, and Hannah doesn't call them back. That might not sound very alarming. Lots of people don't answer phone messages promptly, especially when they're at work. But for an obsessive-compulsive like Hannah, not responding to a phone call is beyond unlikely -- it's downright impossible! Discovering Hannah's dead body on the floor of a colleague's office is almost a relief. Death is an excuse that could not be denied. The only remaining question seems to be whether this tragic event was a misadventure…or murder.

With Hannah's death still a mystery, the city of Boulder, Colorado, reels under another blow. The night before Christmas a girl disappears, leaving behind a trail of blood and even more unanswered questions. The one that haunts everyone involved in this investigation is the possible link to the still-unsolved disappearance of another girl eight years before -- a six-year-old who would now be the same age as the young teen who vanished on Christmas Eve. To Diane and Alan's surprise, it seems that Hannah's client records -- as well as Alan's -- may hold some of the answers; but issues of confidentiality limit access to facts that could prove vital, as the ranks of Missing Persons swell. Sue Stone
Library Journal
Truth and fiction blur a bit in White's latest novel featuring psychologist Alan Gregory when 14-year-old Mallory Miller goes missing from her Boulder, CO, home on Christmas, eight years to the day after a six-year-old girl (JonBenet Ramsey, unnamed here) was kidnapped from the same neighborhood. Soon others go missing, revealing connections to Mallory and her family, including possibly the untimely death of Hannah Grant, a colleague and close friend of Alan's partner, Diane. Doctor-client privilege is a staple in this series, but it has never proven more complicated than here. Rest assured, Alan's integrity remains intact, his wife's MS is no worse, daughter Grace is developing delightfully, and detective Sam Purdy is divorced and slimmed down. With an emphasis on mental illness, this installment is sadder and a little less suspenseful than others in the series, but the pleasure is in seeing these well-developed characters in action again. That alone makes this essential. [See Prepub, LJ 11/1/04.]-Michele Leber, Arlington, VA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Eight years after the unsolved real-life killing of a preteen beauty queen from Boulder, Colorado, psychologist Alan Gregory (Blinded, 2003, etc.) has to deal with the disappearance of one of her classmates. Mallory Miller, 14, vanishes on Christmas Day without any indication of foul play or any footprints in the snow surrounding her family's house. It's just a week after the death of Hannah Grant, the therapist Mallory took it upon herself to consult after her parents split up over a psychosis that drove her mother to attend weddings she hadn't been invited to. What was Hannah doing in her psychiatrist neighbor Mary Black's office? Why had she left her purse in the middle of her own office floor? And why was her blouse pulled up to bare her midriff and tucked neatly into her bra? These are hard questions, and White provides plenty of time to mull them during a remarkably slow opening movement. Alan is devastated by his discovery of Hannah's corpse and even more disturbed by a series of hints from Bob Brandt, a long-term schizoid patient, that he knows something about Mallory's fate. Strapped as usual by the need to keep his patients' confidences, Alan needs all the help he can get. But his friend Diane Estevez, a social worker who goes searching for Mallory's delusion mother in wedding-rich Las Vegas, disappears. So does Bob Brandt, driving off in his vintage Camaro after leaving behind a long typescript he asks Alan not to read. With the exasperated help of Detective Sam Purdy and Diane's determined husband Raoul, Alan will eventually get to the bottom of all those disappearances. Be warned: The solution is just as complicated as the multiple riddles. A fictional echo of JonBenet Ramsey(constantly invoked but never named) buried beneath reams of ethical quiddities, criminal cross-purposes, and mind-boggling coincidences. Author tour. Agency: Janklow & Nesbit
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451215758
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/7/2006
  • Series: Alan Gregory Series, #13
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 528
  • Sales rank: 689,100
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 1.19 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen White
Stephen White is a clinical psychologist and the New York Times bestselling author of sixteen novels, including Kill Me and Dry Ice. He lives in Colorado.
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    1. Hometown:
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 20, 1951
    2. Place of Birth:
      Long Island, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., UC Berkeley, 1972; M.A., University of Colorado, Boulder, 1975; Ph.D., 1979
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First Chapter

Missing Persons

By Stephen White


ISBN: 0-525-94859-7

Chapter One

The fact that I was sitting with Diane behind Hannah Grant's office at 6:30 on a mid-December Thursday evening meant that I'd already lost the argument we'd been having since she yanked me out from behind my desk five minutes earlier. She killed the ignition on her Saab and summed things up for me anyway. "We can't leave in the morning if we can't reach Hannah. It's that simple."

She was right.

With only nine shopping days until Christmas, Diane Estevez and I were scheduled to make the short flight over the Rockies to Las Vegas for a weekend professional workshop-Diane, I suspected, was pretending to be much more enamored of EMDR than she really was-and Hannah was generously providing coverage for our clinical psychology practices while we were away. Without coverage, we couldn't go.

Diane had switched our Frontier flight the next day from noon to the cusp of dawn so that she could cram in a few additional hours getting intimate with some dice, and Hannah needed to consent to the slight change in plans. But Hannah-whose adaptive lassoing of her myriad OCD symptoms typically dictated that an unreturned phone call caused her a degree of psychological discomfort equivalent to the physical distress of a sharp stone in her shoe-had failed to return three different messages from Diane since breakfast.

"Is that her car? Do you know what she drives?" I asked. The only other car in the tiny lot was a silver Volkswagen Passat.

"Looks like hers." Diane offered the comment with a slightly sardonic lilt, and I assumed that she was referring more to the car's pristine condition than to either its make or model. In stark contrast to the spotless Passat, Diane's Saab was covered in the gray-beige film that adheres to virtually every moving vehicle in Colorado after any slushy late fall snowstorm, like the one we'd had the previous weekend.

I stepped out of Diane's car and peered into Hannah's. No clutter on the console. No errant French fries on the floor. No empty Diet Coke can in the cup holder. In fact, the only indication that the vehicle hadn't just been hijacked from a dealer's showroom was a copy of Elle, still in its plastic sleeve, on the backseat.

The mailing label on the magazine read "H. Grant," and was addressed to the Broadway office. The code in the corner indicated that the subscription would terminate the following April. "It's hers," I said.

Diane had joined me beside the Passat. "Hannah reads Elle?"

My own reaction was a little different; I was thinking, Hannah leaves magazines in her car? Shame! I said, "I think you're missing the point. It means she's inside with a patient. She'll return your call when she gets a minute."

"I don't know about that. I'm getting a feeling," she said. "And not a good one."

"About Hannah?"

"A little, but more about Vegas." Diane's tone was somber. She took her craps seriously. "Let's go inside," she said.

Hannah was a clinical social worker and her therapy practice was in one of the old houses aligned on the side of Broadway closest to the mountains, only a few blocks from the Pearl Street Mall. The cumulative force of more than a decade of migration by psychotherapists had allowed mental health types to usurp most of that particular urban habitat from sundry lawyers and accountants who had previously set up shop in the houses-some grand, some not-in the row. The uprooted professionals had moved to less charming but eminently more practical spaces in the modern buildings recently erected to fill parking lots a few blocks away on Canyon Boulevard.

The back door of the single-story house was locked. Diane and I followed a flagstone path down the side past a hedge of miniature lilacs that stood naked for winter. We made our way to the front of the building and strolled up a few stairs into a waiting room that had probably been the home's original parlor. On the far side of the lamp-lit room a thirties-something woman with an astonishing quantity of frizzy hair was sitting on a green velvet settee reading a copy of Yoga Journal while munching from a bag of Cheetos. I noted that she checked her wristwatch after she glanced up at us.

I also noted that her fingertips were almost the exact same color as her hair.

"Which office is Hannah's?" I whispered to Diane. I'd never been in the building before. Hannah was one of Diane's close friends; I had no doubt that Diane knew which office she occupied.

"Down that hall on the left. The one on the right is Mary's."

"Mary" was Mary Black, M.D., a psychiatrist who without benefit of fertility concoctions had given birth to triplet boys only a few weeks before, on Thanksgiving eve. Both Mary's extended maternal adventure and her extended maternity leave were in their earliest stages, which meant that Hannah was without doubt going to be working alone in the building for a while.

Diane stepped down the hall toward the offices. "Look," she said.

Stuck into the jamb of Hannah's office door were four folded notes. Two were addressed to "Hannah," one was addressed to "H. Grant," and one was intended for "H. G." Diane picked the one addressed to "H. Grant." It appeared to have been written on the back of a page from a daily calendar of unintentionally humorous quotations by the second President Bush.

"What are you doing, Diane?" I blurted. "Those are probably from patients. You can't read them."

Without even a microsecond of indecision Diane rejected my protest. "Of course they're from patients. That's the point," she said. She glanced at the first note, handed it to me, and said, "Look, Hannah missed her one o'clock." Next, she grabbed the paper that was addressed to "H. G." "And see? She missed her 4:30, too. How come she's missing all her appointments if her car's here? Huh? How the hell do you explain that?"

I didn't know how to explain that.

The other two notes were from patients whose therapist had stood them up earlier in the day. Hannah had apparently been missing her clinical appointments since at least nine o'clock that morning.

The woman with the orange Roseanne Roseannadanna hair appeared behind us in the narrow hallway. Despite the fact that she was balancing on tall, chunky heels, she still had to gaze up at an acute angle to look Diane in the eyes. "Are you here to see Hannah?" she asked. "I have a 6:15 appointment. Every Thursday. She's never late."

The woman's voice was part annoyed, and part something else. Concern? Fear? I wasn't sure. But her point about Hannah's reliability was well taken. Hannah's obsessiveness was legendary among her friends and colleagues. She was never late.


I'd begun tasting acid in my throat; I had a bad feeling, too. Though, unlike Diane's, mine had absolutely nothing to do with dice. I tapped lightly on Hannah's office door with my knuckles. My cautious incursion was apparently way too timid for Diane; with an NHL-quality hip-check she moved me aside and grabbed the knob.

The door slid right open.


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    Julianna walks back to the ship. "Where to next Capitan? Nothin' good here. But I got a nice dagger from one of the death traps." She says, smiling rougishly. "Fun."

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    Posted December 9, 2013


    Hmm... Silver you don't like rum? I can only have one gallon or the bak of my throat starts to burn and I get a nasty hangover... Well, Julianna. Excellent question. Next to captain res twenty, you know the procedure, if thar isn't a twenty go to the last res. Oh and uh, Silver! Make sure we get lots of that rum. Normally I spend at least two days at a place but you guys are verrrry impatient. Its a stop by the way...

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  • Posted July 21, 2012

    Heart-pounding Tale!

    First-rate thriller. I dare you to try and put this books down.


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  • Posted April 16, 2009

    Not The Usual Stephen White Page Turner

    I am what is probably one of Stephen White's biggest fans. A fellow MS patient, I feel a certain kinship to the many issues sequallae to his [Lauren's] disorder. I have spent many an hour curled up with the adventures of Dr. Alan Gregory; however, this book, Missing Persons, was a bit slow. I found myself actually nodding off while reading it. A bit to much detail at times. Normally his books are fast page turners but this was a bit like reading Michener or Tolstoy. No worries, this is one of Dr. White's books that took me a while to find to complete my Stephen White collection which makes me proud to say I have now read every book he has written, including some transcripts. This fan will be among the first in line when The Siege hits the book store.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2007

    To much about nothing

    The book would have been so much better if the author didn't bore us every other page about confidential matters. What he can and cannot say and to whom he can say and not say it too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2006

    Missing Believability

    I am usually a great fan of Stephen White, both for his story-telling ability and his character development. Not in this far-fetched and over the top psychological 'study'. White tried to do too much with this one. For example, Raoul's meeting with Canada was contrived and unnecessary. Please, Dr. White, go back to your usual taut and believable stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2006

    10 Stars

    Another outstanding, gripping story. I feel closer as well since Boulder is my home town.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2006

    Very Solid Psychological Thriller

    Stephen White has always been a favorite author of mine. Being a student of Psychology, I really enjoy his novels. I will admit I was a bit dissapointed with this novel. The story was great, the characters remained interesting, and the quality was very good. My only complaints are that, compared to his previous novels, the pace was very slow and the ending was very lackluster. However, if you want to read a very solid novel this is perfect.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2005


    He's back again, that golden voiced enthraller, Dick Hill. Yes, he's been named one of the industry's golden voices by AudioFile magazine. That's quite an honor, but also impressive is the number who look for his name on an audio book (Count me among those). His tapings are consistently fine, as is his voice performance of Missing Persons. Give a listen, and discover for yourself what all the raves are about. Of course, accolades are no stranger to Stephen White either. This, his 13th Alan Gregory thriller, will probably climb the charts just as the others have done. It's not as if psychologist Gregory doesn't already have enough on his mind - his wife is in ill health and his patient load is staggering. Nonetheless, a death demands his immediate attention. A colleague and friend, Hannah Grant, is found dead at the office they shared. Police in Boulder, Colorado, are stymied by this sudden inexplicable death. Will Hannah be just one more statistic? Not if Gregory can do anything about it. His attempts to unravel the paltry clues he has to go on take him far afield - to Las Vegas. The secret he's seeking may lie with one of Hannah's patients, a young girl, who has disappeared. Was she snatched or did she simply run away? One more compelling thriller from Stephen White, and one more highly listenable voice performance from Dick Hill. - Gail Cooke

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A great thriller

    Psychologist Alan Gregory does not want to get involved in the missing persons case of Mallory Miller, who lives in the same neighborhood as JoBenet Ramsey. The two used to play together as children and now Mallory vanished on the eighth anniversary of JoBenet¿s death. Circumstances draw a reluctant Alan into the case because his colleague Diane Estevez consulted with her now deceased friend Hannah Grant about a girl who fit Mallory¿s description coming into the office for a session. The patient was worried about her mother, a schizophrenic living in Vegas apart from her husband and children..................... Alan¿s schizoid patient Bob implies that he knows something about Mallory¿s disappearance, but patient privilege prevents Alan from saying anything to anyone. Bob disappears and when Diane goes to Vegas to meet with Mallory¿s mother, she also vanishes. Alan might have to risk losing his license to practice psychology, but he knows he must reveal what Bob and Diane told him to the police to rescue the missing people.................... MISSING PERSONS graphically describes how medical privilege can be a two edge sword when it protects the rights of a patient bit impedes a police investigation. Alan is realistically portrayed as a doctor filled with doubts on what is the morally right thing to do. His dilemma on top of a fast-paced, action filled story line grips the audience. Though Stephen White enables his protagonist to wiggle somewhat free of his quandary, he remains concerned that he played loose with acceptable medical ethics. Mr. White delivers a pulse pounder that cleverly combines a tense medical thriller with a police procedural amateur sleuth tale........................... Harriet Klausner

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