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Returning from Johansen’s New York Times bestselling thriller, Stalemate, forensic sculptor Eve Duncan is still reeling from the disappearance of her daughter, Bonnie.  Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she enlists the clairvoyant skills of Dr. Megan Blair to help find her. No strangers to looking for clues where there seem to be none, the two women use their highly specialized talents to hunt down Bonnie’s elusive kidnapper and return her to her mother’s arms. But is Bonnie still ...
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Returning from Johansen’s New York Times bestselling thriller, Stalemate, forensic sculptor Eve Duncan is still reeling from the disappearance of her daughter, Bonnie.  Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she enlists the clairvoyant skills of Dr. Megan Blair to help find her. No strangers to looking for clues where there seem to be none, the two women use their highly specialized talents to hunt down Bonnie’s elusive kidnapper and return her to her mother’s arms. But is Bonnie still alive? Will the two women find her in time?  Iris Johansen strikes again with this non-stop, action packed thriller, keeping readers turning pages well into the night. 

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Two deeply sympathetic characters from previous Iris Johansen novels star in this intense psychological thriller. Talented forensic sculptor Eve Duncan (Stalemate; Countdown) and physician/psychic Megan Blair (Pandora's Daughter) mesh talents in hunt for a serial killer that puts their own lives on the line. A vivid romantic thriller.
Publishers Weekly

The action-packed 12th installment in bestseller Johansen's saga featuring forensic sculptor Eve Duncan (after Stalemate) is also a sequel of sorts to Pandora's Daughter, which chronicled the life of Megan Blair, an Atlanta physician with burgeoning psychic abilities. Intertwining the two disparate story lines intensifies both, as Johansen pits her two courageous female protagonists against a vicious serial killer who claims to have murdered Eve's seven-year-old daughter, Bonnie, years earlier. When Eve's love interest, Atlanta police lieutenant Joe Quinn, tracks down elusive child predator Henry Kistle to a small town in Illinois, Quinn alerts the local authorities and sets off a series of bloody events that lead Eve and Megan Blair to a remote area in the Okefenokee swamp where they'll either discover the whereabouts of Bonnie's body-or come face-to-face with a psychopath bent on killing and burying them all in unmarked graves. The adrenaline-fueled narrative will keep Johansen fans eagerly turning the pages. 600,000 first printing. (Apr.)

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Library Journal

Forensic sculptor Eve Duncan (Stalemate) is drawn into killer Henry Kistle's sick game as she desperately tries to find her missing daughter, Bonnie. He taunts Eve with details of her daughter's kidnapping and promises to disclose the location of Bonnie's body. Lured by Kistle to the swamps of Florida, Eve enlists the help of her paramour, Atlanta cop Joe Quinn, her Colombian admirer Montalvo, and spiritual "listener" Megan Blair, first introduced in Pandora's Daughter. Johansen's dialog is insipid, and her characters often fall flat; however, the action scenes are well written. Standing out among the one-dimensional personalities is Megan; the possibilities for future works featuring her are exciting. This predictable suspense novel will interest those who have read Johansen's previous thrillers featuring the same cast, but others may want to skip it. There is a 600,000 first printing, so expect demand.
—Amanda Scott

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“Action-packed, adrenaline-fueled…will keep [you] eagerly turning the pages.”—Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429934763
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/22/2008
  • Series: Eve Duncan Series , #8
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 38,291
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Iris Johansen

IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One to Trust, Stalemate and more.  She lives near Atlanta, Georgia.

Biography

After her two children left home for college, Iris Johansen decided to devote her new found free time to writing. Since she loved reading romance novels, she penned a love story, and found to her surprise that "I was just as voracious a writer as I was a reader." During the 1980s, her name was emblazoned on dozens of slender volumes featuring spirited adventuresses, passionate mystery men, and smoldering love scenes. These days, Johansen is one of a posse of former romance writers dominating the New York Times bestseller lists.

Early on in her career, Johansen developed the habit of following characters from book to book, sometimes introducing minor characters in one novel who then become major figures in another. She developed families, relationships, and even fictional countries in her romance novels, which "stretched the boundaries of the standard formulas," according to Barbara E. Kemp in Twentieth-Century Romance and Historical Writers. In 1991, Johansen broke out of category romance (a term for short books written to conform to the length, style and subject matter guidelines for a publisher's series) with The Wind Dancer, a romantic-suspense novel set in 16th-century Italy. She followed it with two sequels, Storm Winds and Reap the Wind, to form a trilogy, then wrote several more stand-alone romance novels before The Ugly Duckling was published in 1996.

The Ugly Duckling was her first book to be released in hardcover -- and the first to significantly broaden her readership beyond her romance fan base. Since then, Johansen's plots have gotten tighter and more suspense-driven; critics have praised her "flesh-and-blood characters, crackling dialogue and lean, suspenseful plotting" (Publishers Weekly). Some of her most popular books feature forensic sculptor Eve Duncan, who first appeared in The Face of Deception in 1998. But Johansen seems equally comfortable with male protagonists, and her books have crossed the gender division that often characterizes popular fiction. Indeed, Publishers Weekly called The Search "that rarity: a woman's novel for men."

Good To Know

Johansen rewrote the ending of Reap the Wind for its reissue in 2002. "I couldn't resist tightening and changing the climax to correspond with my changed ideas on plot structure but the story is basically the same," she explained in a Q&A on her publisher's web site.

Many of her early novels were written for the Loveswept series from Bantam Books; bestselling authors Sandra Brown and Kay Hooper also wrote for the series.

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CHAPTER ONE

SOMEONE WAS WATCHING HIM.

Henry Kistle's hand tightened on the curtain as he looked down, careful to stay hidden from view. There, in the shadow of the elm a short distance down the street, was a tall, thin man. He was talking on a cell phone. Who was he talking to? Who had managed to track him down this time?

Don't be nervous, he told himself. It didn't matter if one of them had found him. He had occasionally been found before and managed to survive. It was only a matter of removing the immediate threat and then running. But he saw to it that those bastards who made him run were always punished for it when he was safe again.

And the immediate threat was standing down there waiting for him to make a mistake. A surge of anger tore through him. It wasn't fair. He had a right to live and take what ever plea sure he could find in this crap yard of a world.

Who was it? A father, brother, a cop? Which one?

It didn't matter. He'd find out. But he had to be ready to go. Grab a few clothes. Pack his guns, his precious memory box, and have everything in the car.

He turned away from the window.

Damn him. He didn't want to have to run now. He hadn't had his fill yet of this small, sleepy town. Cities were safer, but pitting his wits against these yokels was exciting. They felt so safe that he could walk into their lives and take what ever he pleased.

Oh, well, there would be another time.

Another town.

Another child...

Yes, another child...

"HE WENT INTO THE HOUSE AT seven this evening and hasn't come out," Jedroth said into his cell phone. "The lights are still on. It's only eight- forty. They went out at eleven last night."

"And you're sure he didn't leave the place all night, Sheriff?" Joe Quinn asked.

"I may not be a big- city cop, but I know my business," Jedroth said sourly. "I wouldn't let a scumbag like that out of my sight."

"And surveillance during the day?"

"I have a deputy keeping an eye on him. But we can't keep spending the taxpayers' money without evidence. One more night and that's it."

"I don't have evidence. I just located Kistle late yesterday. I need more time."

"Look, I didn't set up this surveillance without checking you out. I have an idea why you're so hot to get your hands on this bastard. I'm going along with you because Kistle may be a threat to my town. But I've got to have more than your say- so."

"I understand. I'll be up there by eight tomorrow morning to take over. If you need to contact me again, don't use this number. The cell phone number I gave you will reach me."

"Get here as quick as you can." The sheriff paused. "But we're not going to quibble about a few hours. Kistle isn't going anywhere. I have a few questions to ask him. We had a little boy go missing three weeks ago. Bobby Joe's tennis shoes and shirt were found on the bank of the river and he was presumed drowned."

"No body recovery?"

"Not yet. It's a fast- moving river and there are branches on the bottom carried down from flooding up north. It would be easy for a swimmer to get trapped."

"It could happen."

"That's what I thought until you called me yesterday and asked me to order surveillance on Kistle.

I hate child molesters. We know how to treat them in

my town."

"I'm sure you do. Call me if he makes a move."

"If he makes a move on any of the kids in this town, he won't make another one." Jedroth hung up his cell phone, his gaze on the lights beaming from the second floor of the house across the street. The glow of a TV set was flickering against the wall now. What kind of programs did sick sons of bitches like Kistle watch? Old classic movies of Shirley Temple? Or maybe Cold Case Files or CSI to keep himself from making mistakes. When Jedroth was working in Chicago when he was a younger man, he'd run across a killer who'd studied all of those kinds of shows for that very reason.

And the system had let him learn and go free. Jedroth had seen it happen time after time. It wouldn't happen in his town. That's why he'd come back to Bloomburg after ten years. He could make a difference here.

Quinn was an Atlanta detective and dealt with red tape every day, but Jedroth had an idea that he'd understood and condoned his attitude toward Kistle. He'd gotten the impression Joe Quinn would slice through red tape with the force of a machete.

Machete. Hell, yes, that's what he'd like to use on that prick in that upstairs bedroom. Cut off his dick and then slice him to pieces.

Make your move, you slimeball. Give me a chance to bury you.

LAKE COTTAGE

ATLANTA

"YOU'RE LEAVING?" JANE MacGuire stood in the doorway of Joe's bedroom, watching him throw clothes into a suitcase. "Hey, I just got here yesterday. Is it something I said?"

"I have business in Illinois." He smiled over his shoulder at her. "With any luck I should be back in a few days. Don't act as if either you or Eve will miss me. The two of you will be too busy catching up. She hasn't seen you in four months."

"We'll miss you." Jane frowned. "What business?"

"I have to interview a suspect." He changed the subject. "Will you drive me to the airport? I have to leave right away and I want Eve to have the Jeep."

"You're leaving without telling Eve good- bye?"

"She's at her mother's apartment for the day. It will be okay. I'll call her when I get to Bloomburg."

"Bullshit. What's happening, Joe?"

He should have known Jane wouldn't be deceived. His adopted daughter had grown up on the streets and she was very shrewd. Jane had been with them since she was ten years old and could read both him and Eve like the proverbial book. She'd recently graduated from college and was making a name for herself in the art world. Yet that artistic streak was balanced by toughness. "Okay, it will be easier if I don't have to talk to her. I don't want her asking questions."

"Why not?" She stiffened. "You've found Kistle?"

"I think so. I've found a Henry Kistle. I tracked him to Bloomburg, Illinois."

"He's the man who might have killed Bonnie?" she whispered.

"So Eve's been told. Montalvo's investigators unearthed three possible suspects. Kistle is one of them and the only one we were able to trace." He fastened his duffel bag. "It could all be a bunch of crap. I don't want Eve's hopes raised until I investigate Kistle."

"I don't think she thought it was crap. She trusted Montalvo."

"That she did," he said curtly. "He played her like a song."

"No one plays Eve," Jane said. "You should know that, Joe." She studied his expression. "What the hell happened down in Colombia?"

"Eve told you when she got back."

"She told me she was on a forensic sculpting job for Montalvo and that you were shot and almost killed." She paused. "She didn't tell me you hated his guts. Even though he was once a weapons dealer, she doesn't feel that way."

"We have an entirely different take on Montalvo." He started toward the door. "And we agree to disagree."

"You don't generally disagree on many things."

"Then this is the exception that proves the rule. Are you taking me to the airport?"

"Of course I am." She stood aside so that he could pass. "I need some more answers before you get on that plane."

"You won't get them."

"I can but try." She grinned. "I've been out of the loop too long because I've been closeted finishing those paintings for the last show. I should never have accepted Eve's story at face value. I had a hunch that there was something brewing..."

"Only in your imagination." He moved toward the front door. "Eve and I are just plodding along doing the same old things."

"Ploddingfi No way." She followed him out on the porch. "You're streaking out of here to go after Kistle before Eve can get into gear. She's not going to like it, Joe. She felt terrible that you were wounded because you came after her to Colombia. Bonnie was her daughter, not yours. She believes it's her job to find Bonnie's body and her killer. She won't be closed out."

"Watch me," he said. "She's not going to go after Kistle until I find out whether we have the right man. Montalvo could have pulled a name out of a hat, for all I know."

Jane gave a low whistle. "My, my, we are bitter, aren't we?"

He gave her a cool glance over his shoulder. "I don't know about you, but, yes, I'm bitter as hell. Let's get to the airport."

ONLY TOBY RAN TO MEET Eve Duncan when she drove up to the cottage. The house was dark and only the Jeep was in the driveway. Jane's rental car was gone. Joe could be working late, but where was Jane?

She patted the dog's head absently as she got out of the car. "Did Jane leave you, boy?" She moved up the steps and opened the screen door. "Have you been fed?"

Toby gave a mournful woof.

"I don't know if I believe you. You like food too much." She turned on the lights. "And you lie a lot." She headed for the kitchen. "But we'll start off with a snack until I call Jane." She filled Toby's bowl half full of dry food and set it down. She dialed Jane's cell but only got voice mail. Well, maybe she was at a movie or something. She had grown up here in Atlanta and had old friends with whom she kept in touch. "Okay, you win, Toby." She poured the rest of the food into his now- empty bowl. "Now be good while I get some work in on Carrie's reconstruction." She moved across the room to the skull on the easel in the studio area. She had been chomping at the bit to get back to Carrie all afternoon. She was nearing the end and she was always intense when she got close to the point when an identity revealed itself beneath her fingers. But she didn't spend enough time with her mother these days and during their last phone conversation she had seemed needy.

She took off the drape covering Carrie's skull and tossed it on the table. Another few days and, hopefully, Carrie would no longer be her name. Eve always gave her reconstructions names because it seemed more respectful and it helped her to draw closer to them. This child had been close to ten years old when she had been murdered and buried near a freeway in southern Kentucky. The local police had no missing children of that age in their files, but if she could put a face to that skull, then she might be able to bring Carrie home.

Might.

So many children victimized by the beasts that prowled the earth remained lost from everyone who had loved them.

Don't think about it. She could only do what God had given her the talent to do. Sometimes identifying the children helped the police to find their murderers; sometimes the killers were never caught. But at least she could give these children a chance for proper burial and their parents the opportunity to come to some kind of closure. Eve had never had that closure when her own seven- year- old daughter had been kidnapped and presumed murdered several years ago. She knew the pain those parents were feeling.

"Come on, Carrie," she murmured as her fingers began to mold the clay. She had spent days before this carefully measuring the tissue depths and then marking them. Then she'd taken strips of plasticene, applied them between the markers, and then built them up to the tissue depth points. After that it was an excruciatingly fine balance between concentrating on the scientific elements of depth and contouring until she was ready to let instinct take over. She was almost there. "Let's see what we can do before Jane gets back. I'll have to stop then. You're very important to me, but if I've learned anything over the years of working with you and the other children, it's that you have to cherish every single moment of life with the ones you love..."

THE KNIFE SANK DEEP IN THE man's back.

No scream.

Kistle twisted the knife as he drew it out. He hoped the bastard was still alive enough to feel it.

The man wore a sheriff's uniform. He was a cop. That meant that there might be others nearby. He'd have to move quickly. He rolled the body into the bushes and searched his pockets. A notebook, ID that identified him as Sheriff James Jedroth, a cell phone, a couple pictures of a woman and a teenage kid. He grabbed the cell phone and headed for his car. He checked the last number. Not local. So he hadn't been checking in with his wife when Kistle had noticed him on the phone. Who had tipped off the police he was here? Who had forced him to run?

He didn't try the number until he was a few miles from town.

No answer. On the fifth ring the voice mail picked up.

Joe Quinn. Eve Duncan.

He went still as he made the connection.

Eve Duncan.

He drew a deep breath. It had been a long time, but it was all coming back to him. An explosion of plea sure tore through him. He had to talk to her. He had to tell her how glad he was that she had come back into his life.

THE PHONE WAS RINGING AGAIN, Eve realized impatiently. It was the third time in fifteen minutes and she supposed she'd have to answer it. It couldn't be that important. Joe or Jane would have called her on her cell phone when she hadn't answered. They knew how absorbed she became when she was working.

She glanced down at the ID. Bloomburg, Illinois. Sheriff James Jedroth. It had to be another police department asking her to do a reconstruction. Since she'd become so blasted famous, those requests never stopped. But it was nearly ten at night and evidently Sheriff Jedroth didn't understand the concept of business hours. Well, Eve didn't either, so she might as well answer.

"Eve Duncan."

"Do you still miss your little Bonnie?"

Shock jolted through her. "I beg your pardon."

"She had curly red hair and on the last day you saw her, she was wearing a Bugs Bunny T-shirt."

"Is this some kind of sick joke, Sheriff Jedroth? I'm not amused."

"I'm amused. Amused and excited and full of anticipation. I haven't felt like this for years. I didn't realize I was getting stale and that the kill was losing its luster. Then I heard your name on your voice mail and suddenly I felt reborn."

"Kill." Her hand tightened on the phone. "Who is this? You're not a sheriff, are you?"

"I impersonated a sheriff once. It was in Fort Collins, Colorado. Children are taught to trust policemen."

"Who are you?" she repeated. "I don't know you. Why are you calling me?"

"Bonnie knew me. She knew me very well before the end."

Don't show him the wrenching pain his words are causing. "You son of a bitch. What are you trying to tell me?"

"You shouldn't have tried to track me down. Now I'll have to punish you. I never let myself be victimized without making sure that my pain is reciprocated." He chuckled. "Though this time I'm not feeling nearly so bitter. I've been following your search for Bonnie for years and it's lightened many a dull moment."

"I didn't try to track you down. I don't even know your name."

"Henry Kistle."

Kistle. The name of the man Montalvo had given her as one of the possible murderers of her daughter.

"Yes, you know me. You set that asshole, Jedroth, to watch me."

"Where are you?"

"It would be no use to tell you. I've just left town. I'll be hundreds of miles away from here before you can call and get someone to try to find me. I know about red tape."

"What . . . do you know about Bonnie?"

"That she was seven years old and a beautiful child. Do you know how many pretty little girls I've killed since your Bonnie died? Though I always regard her as my inspiration. She was like a burning arrow lighting the darkness. I remember how-"

"Shut up." She couldn't take any more. "Don't talk about her."

"I'm done for the time being. I just wanted to touch base with you. I needed something to keep me up and zinging."

"Zinging?"

"That's what life's about. You have to keep on top of it, keep excited and moving. I got a little buzz earlier to night but nothing like the one I'm feeling now. It's not as good as a kill, but maybe you could make the next kill extraordinary."

"What kill?"

But he had hung up the phone.

She was shaking.

She had curly red hair and the last day you saw her, she was wearing a Bugs Bunny T-shirt.

Kistle.

Joe. She had to call Joe.

Her hand was shaking as she dialed his cell number. No answer. The voice mail picked up immediately. His phone had to be turned off.

She hung up. Dammit, she needed him. Where the hell was he?

Stop whining. He was a cop. There were all kinds of situations where he'd turn off his cell. Okay, she had to handle it alone. She'd reach Joe as soon as he was available.

She was like a burning arrow lighting the darkness.

Bonnie.

Block out the pain. She had to try to catch that bastard before he was out of reach.

Sheriff James Jedroth. Kistle had used Jedroth's telephone and Jedroth was located in Bloomburg, Illinois. Call information and get the number for the sheriff's department. Move.

Five minutes later she had reached the sheriff's department and been transferred to three different extensions before she reached a Deputy Charles Dodsworth. "I'm sorry, ma'am"-he had a distinctly midwestern twang-"but Sheriff Jedroth isn't on duty. May I help you?"

"I was afraid he wasn't on duty. I only used his name to get through to anyone in authority." Eve continued urgently, "That's why I've been trying to contact someone, anyone. I received a phone call this evening from Sheriff Jedroth's cell phone. Only it wasn't the sheriff. It was Henry Kistle."

There was a silence on the other end. "Kistle. You're positive that was the name?"

"Dammit, I'm positive. You know who he is, don't you? I can tell by your tone."

"I'm familiar with the name," he said cautiously.

"Then go get him. I think he was in a car and on the move. He boasted that you wouldn't be able to catch him. But it's been less than ten minutes. He must have been under investigation by you or he wouldn't have been able to take the sheriff's phone. Can't you call the highway patrol and try to stop him?"

Silence. "He really had Jim's phone?"

"That's what it said on my ID."

"Shit." The deputy's tone was now curt. "I'll get back to you." He hung up.

Good. She was encouraged that he had wanted to get rid of her so that he could take action. At least there was a hope that Kistle could be intercepted. Hurry, she prayed. Don't let him get away.

She called Joe again. His phone was still turned off. She left a message for him to call her as soon as possible.

But there was a car driving up the road to the cottage.

She ran out on the porch to see Jane getting out of the rental car. "I can't get in touch with Joe. Have you heard from him?"

"Yes." She gave Toby a hug in greeting and pushed him aside. "And you can't get in touch with him because he probably had to turn his phone off on the plane." She grimaced. "Though he might not have answered you anyway. He didn't want to have to deal with you until he was sure."

She stared at her. "Deal with me? Plane?"

"I told him he wasn't handling this right." Jane was climbing the porch steps. "But you know Joe. Stubborn. He had to get on that damn plane to Bloomburg."

Eve stiffened. "Bloomburg?" she whispered. "Kistle."

"Yes." Jane's gaze narrowed on Eve's face. "How did you know?"

"Kistle just called me," she said numbly. "He was telling me what a beautiful child my Bonnie was."

"Damn." Jane's arms slid around her and she held her close. "I wish I'd been here with you. You shouldn't have had to be alone."

She wasn't alone now. She had Jane, and the healing comfort was like a blessing. "I'm okay." She hugged Jane before letting her go. "And we have a chance of getting the bastard. He called from an officer's phone and I was able to notify the sheriff's department pretty quick."

"Come on." Jane took her arm and pulled her into the cottage. "I'll make some coffee and you can tell me about it."

CHARLIE DODSWORTH HESITATED, staring at the phone after he'd hung up from talking to Eve Duncan. She'd sounded scared and desperate, but who knew if she wasn't some kind of nut? He was only a deputy. He had no business calling the highway patrol and setting up roadblocks. That was a sheriff's job. Jim's job.

He dialed Jim's cell number. No answer.

Jim always answered. Unless his cell was no longer in his hands, as Eve Duncan had claimed.

Damn, that scared him.

He punched the number for Torrance with the highway patrol and while he was waiting he called out to Annie Burke in the front office. "Get that report Jim requested on Joe Quinn." After he had read the report, the sheriff had thought Quinn might have valid reasons for suspecting Kistle and had started the surveillance on him. He needed to know everything Jim knew.

"Ten minutes," Annie said. "I'm on my lunch break."

"Now!"

Annie would probably give him hell later. He couldn't worry about it. Torrance had picked up and Dodsworth was telling him what had to be done.

"By whose authority?" Torrance asked. "I'm not about to send my guys off on a wild- goose chase at this time of night."

"Sheriff Jim Jedroth," Dodsworth lied. "I'm just relaying his orders."

"Got you." Torrance hung up.

Annie was standing in the doorway holding a folder. "You lied to him. What's got into you, Charlie Dodsworth? Jim's going to have your ass."

"I hope he does." Dodsworth got up from the desk. "I haven't got time to read that report. Walk me to the patrol car and fill me in, Annie."

"Where are you going?" She fell into step with him as she took out the report.

"I can't get in touch with Jim."

"He could still be okay. That doesn't-" She broke off, her gaze scanning the report. "Joe Quinn is a lieutenant with ATLPD. Lots of commendations, formerly with the SEALs and FBI. There's a photo."

He glanced at the picture. Quinn appeared to be in his late thirties, brown hair, square face, broad mouth, and wide- set brown eyes.

Annie went on, "He went to Harvard and is supposed to be very, very smart. He lives in a lake cottage outside Atlanta with an Eve Duncan."

He punched the elevator button. "Tell me about Eve Duncan. Is there anything on her?"

Annie nodded. "Yeah, evidently they've worked together on several cases. She's a forensic sculptor, one of the best in the world, and does work for police departments all over the country. Several years ago her daughter, Bonnie, disappeared and was presumed killed by a serial killer who was later executed. Her body was never recovered and later it was suspected that the man who was executed for her death was innocent of that particular killing. Though he was guilty of several more child murders. Eve Duncan went back to school to study forensic sculpting and has been searching for the killer and the remains of her murdered daughter ever since. Joe Quinn has taken several leaves of absences from the department over the years to investigate possible suspects."

"Like Kistle," Dodsworth said grimly. "And this time he may have hit the jackpot." He was going down the steps toward the patrol car parked in front of the building. "Why the hell couldn't he have stayed out of our town?" He jumped into the car. "If Torrance calls back, cover my ass, Annie."

She frowned. "What's happening, Charlie? Where are you going? It must be pretty serious if you're willing to risk your job like this."

He backed out of the parking spot. "Dead serious."

FLASHING LIGHTS. HIGHWAY patrol cars drawn across

the highway ahead.

Roadblock.

This was farm country and a roadblock was big stuff, Kistle thought. Those cops weren't going to be checking for seat belt violations.

He stomped on the brake, made a U-turn, and pressed the accelerator to the floor.

He could hear the sirens behind him.

He should have had more time. He'd hidden the sheriff's body and he should have had a chance to get out of the county before the police were able to martial their forces.

Eve Duncan had done this.

He knew he'd shaken and sickened her, but she must have rallied quickly, to get this fast a response. He felt a thrill of excitement as he went around a curve in the road. He could feel the blood pumping in his veins. He hadn't been this close to capture in a long time. He'd forgotten the adrenaline rush, the feeling of being alive. These days it usually came only with the kill.

They were getting close.

But according to his GPS there was a forest up ahead. Clayborne Forest.

He put on more speed and skidded around the next turn. Then he turned off his lights, left the road, and drove into the woods, bumping along on the rutted ground, branches swatting the windshield of his car.

The two highway patrol cars raced past him and around the curve, sirens blaring.

But they'd be back.

This car was a handicap now. He'd have to abandon it and go it on foot. He grabbed his duffel, rifle, and memory box and jumped out of the car.

No one would be able to catch him once he took to the woods. As a kid, he had spent all his free hours in the forest near his home. Later, in the Army, his skills had been honed to supreme sharpness. None of these country bumpkins could touch him, much less catch him.

If they got close, he'd just take them out one by one.

He splashed through a stream. He was acutely aware of the power of his muscles, the wind in his face. He was beginning to feel a sense of primitive joy. They thought him prey, but he was really the hunter. As a child, he'd seen a movie about a werewolf and in the forest he'd always pretended to be that monstrous, lethal entity. Now that he was grown he'd gone far beyond those fantasies and become far more deadly.

No one could catch him.

No silver bullet could kill him.

Hurry. Put distance between himself and the car. The first patrolmen after him would probably be novice trackers, but they'd pull in more experienced woodsmen if they didn't catch him. He had to have time to mask his signs.

These stupid cops won't catch me, Eve. I told you I'd get away from them.

He could feel again that surge of excitement.

Eve Duncan. Eve Duncan. Eve Duncan.

The name repeated in his mind like a mantra, he could hear the rhythm of it in his heartbeat as he ran.

Are you thinking about me, Eve? You shouldn't have done this to me, you know. You'll have to be punished.

The thought brought a swelling wave of plea sure. There were so many ways she could be hurt. He had hurt her to night, but she had bounced back immediately. It would take time and study to find a way to bring her to her knees. But he didn't want to wait that time. He wanted that exquisite satisfaction now.

So what do I know about you, Eve Duncan?

You're a tough bitch who grew up in Atlanta's slums. Let's see, you're illegitimate and so was your Bonnie. Then when she was born, you turned your life around. You finished school and went on to college. What a sparkling example for those other street kids. But all that drive didn't help you, did it? Your Bonnie died and you couldn't do anything about it. Take away a child and the world stops turning, and the one who takes her away is all- powerful. It's the ultimate way to play God. You were helpless. And you're helpless now, but you don't know it.

But you'll know it soon.

Excerpted from Quicksand by Iris Johansen

Copyright © 2008 by Johansen Publishing LLP.

Published in November 2008 by St.Martin's Press

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2009

    Definitely a must read.

    This is the 1st book by Johansen that I have read and I will definitely be reading more. The plot of this book may seem very disturbing to some but it is a page turner. I couldn't put the book down. The way the book ended left me hanging and ready to read the next one in the series (hoping that is where it picks up).

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2011

    check it out

    I love Iris Johanson's books

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    RARITY'S BOUTIQUE

    Here. Rarity lives here with Sweetie Belle. You can by dresses here.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 25, 2011

    Enjoyed it!!

    This book was quite enjoyable, compared to a few of the others that I just considered "OK". I love that each book actually has something to do with the title and is never predictable! I do wish that Joe was more supportive of Eve and her struggle, although I do see how it could be a burden on their relationship. However, he loves her too much to leave her & we all know this so I wish they would just get along. However, they continue to have one common goal and that is to put Bonnie's mystery to rest. I don't really like how Eve is so easily suckered into these dangerous jobs and continually takes them no matter what anyone says... but it does make for a good and exciting read!! I've already started on #9, "Blood Game", and I must say, I was VERY happy that it picked up right where "Quicksand" left off!! Some of the other books had a few years in between but not these. It's as if you're continuing to read the same book... I loved this because I felt like I didn't miss a beat!! So excited to continue my journey in these books & finally make it to the trilogy!!! :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 5, 2008

    Classic Johansen page turner

    This is definitely one of those "I couldn't put it down". It was fun to revisit friends from previous stories and see how dynamics of their associations continued and evolved. The story line pulled you right in and didn't let go. <BR/><BR/>Iris Johansen tells such a compelling story that you feel you are directly involved and eagerly seeking the antagonist's end. I can't wait for the next peek into the lives of these protagonists and see what is coming into their lives. Keep them coming!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    A reviewer

    Quicksand Iris Johansen St. Martin¿s April 2008, $26.95, 352 pp. ISBN: 9780312368067 She became a forensic sculptor to put a face on the skeletal remains to bring closure to the families of the dead victims. Eve Duncan knows what it is like not to have that closure and not a day goes by that she doesn¿t think of her seven year old daughter Bonnie who was taken from her years ago. Her live in lover Atlanta detective Joe Quinn has been with her whenever she searched for Bonnie¿s remains through a tip or a hunch but he is getting weary of seeing Eve tear herself apart whenever her search winds up in failure. Eve¿s friend Colonel Montalvo from South America, who is in love with her, has found three possible suspects who might have killed Bonnie. One of them Henry Thistle is located in Bloomberg and Joe goes there without telling eve to try and catch him. Montalvo contacts Eve and tells her where Thistle might be. Eve immediately goes there to be with Joe and hopefully get some answers. Thistle escapes and Joe, Montalvo and Eve mount a search for him. He has kidnapped a young girl to use as bait to lead them to his trap. Helping them is psychic Megan Blair (see PANDORA¿S DAUGHTER) who hears the voices of the dead. ---- The Eve Duncan thrillers are absolutely mesmerizing and QUICKSAND is one of the best books in the series. Almost no body can create such sympathetic characters who have endured so much pain and yet still have the strength to keep going even if it is obsessive like Eve who thinks of what she does as a mission. Montalvo inverts himself into Eve¿s life forging an unusual romantic triangle but it is the action scenes that keep the audience turning the pages until they finish the thriller in one sitting. ---- Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2013

    Shadeheart & Fawnspots bios

    NAME: Shadeheart GENDER: shecat LOOKS: a dark gray/silver shecat with light misty eyes PERSONALITY: kind, impatient, adventourous RANK: warrior CRUSH: not yet MATE: looking KITS: wants but none SIGNATURE: &#20987 Shadeheart &#20987 ////////// NAME: Fawnspots GENDER: shecat LOOKS: a small dark brown shecat with white spots and blue eyes PERSONALITY: nice, patient, cheerful, loving RANK: warrior CRUSH: not yet MATE: looking KITS: wants SIGNATURE: &#20987 Fawnspots &#20987

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2013

    Duststorm & Swiftfall

    Name: Duststorm. <br> Gender: &female <br> Looks: Gray & Gray/Blue eyes. <br> Signature: • Dust • <br> <br> Name: Swiftfall. <br> Gender: &female <br> Looks: Silver & Light Brown eyes. <br> Signature: &delta Swift &delta

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2013

    Bios

    Marsclan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2013

    Dawnkit's dawnpaw dawnstream bios

    •NAME•|• Dawnkit

    •AGE•|• 4

    •HISTORY•|• ask me and i will claw your face off to shreds

    •DESCRIPTION•|• a beautiful orangish pinkish reddish purplish she cat with green eyes

    •DREAM•|• hopes one day to be a medicine cat or a warrior and my name to be dawnstream

    •PERSONAILTY•|• sweet soft loving kind generous loves kits

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2013

    Sandwaves deputy bio

    Is a ginger shecat. Is 17 moons. Is wise and clever. I rp titan in wingclan. Would like to be deputy. And has no crushes. Has no kits or mates. Is loyal. Note: can i be deputy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2013

    FallStar's Bio

    NAME~|• FallStar
    <p>•
    NICKNAME~|• Fall
    <p>•
    AGE~|• 19 moons
    <p>•
    GENDER~|• tom
    <p>•
    RANK~|• leader
    <p>•
    LOOKS~|• sleek jet black tom his fur doesnt puff up it it sleek and silky . On his chest in a blackish/silver He has a falling star in his fur his ear tips are white his paws are so dark blue they are almost black . He has long legs . His eyes are gold with bronze on the edge
    <p>•
    PERSONALITY~|• loveing . caring for his clan . brave . Loyal . Wise . Cunning . Strong . Agile . swift
    <p>•
    CRUSH~|• ...........
    <p>•
    MATE~|•nope
    <p>•
    KITS~|•nope
    <p>•
    HISTORY~|• why should i telll u
    <p>•
    KIN~|• puddlesplash is mom . Orcadeath is dad . Calahan is sister . Antbite is brother .
    <p>•
    Signature is FallStarrrr
    <p>•
    <p>•
    NAME•|~ Calahan
    <p>
    AGE•|~ 18 moons
    <p>
    RANK•|~ warrior/ kittypet
    <p>
    GENDER•|~ shecat
    <p>
    LOOKS•|~ gray she cat with black tail tip and paws her tail is super puffy so are her paws . She is a puff ball compared to her brother . Her ears tips are ginger color . She has teal eyes with green flecks
    <p>
    PERSONALITY•|~ sweet . Nice . Agile .
    <p>
    CRUSH•|~ nope
    <p>
    MATE•|~ nope
    <p>
    KITS•|~ nope
    <p>
    HISTORY•|~ i will claw ur fac if u ask me that
    <p>
    KIN•|~ same as FallStars'
    <p>
    Signature is callY .... nickname is cally
    <p>••
    <p>••
    NAME|•• AntBite
    <p>
    NICKNAME|••Ant
    <p>
    AGE|•• 18 moons
    <p>
    RANK|•• warrior
    <p>
    GENDER|•• tom
    <p>
    LOOKS|•• small dark red tom he is relatively short compared to fall and cally ..... he has black paws his ear tips are brown his tail tip is light red his underbelly is maroon reddish ...
    <p>
    PERSONALITY|••nice . Sweet . Gentle .
    <p>
    CRUSH|••............
    <p>
    MATE|••nope
    <p>
    KITS|••nope
    <p>
    HISTORY|•• i shall never tell anyone no matter wat happens so DON'T ask stupid questions
    <p>
    KIN|•• same as fallstars'
    <p>
    Signature is AntBite
    ?............................................................................................................. thats alll folks
    <p>*
    <p>*
    <p>*
    NOW STALKERS PRESSES DA PRUDY LITTLE X BUTTON IN THE TOP RIGHT CORNER Bye bye bye byyyyyyeeebeyebeyebybyebyebyebyebyebyebeyhhyebyy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2012

    Great, fast reading, recommended

    I enjoy the way Iris Johansen writes, keeps you wanting to read more and not wanting to put the book down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2012

    Apprentices Den

    Another hole in the ground with a dirt ramp leading down to a cool dirt cave. A shrub half covers the entrance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2012

    Entertaining

    Easy read w a great plot

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    Pebblepool

    A shecat walked in and gave sand a cold glare and then sat a little way off, waiting. - pebblepool

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2012

    My favorite author!

    I have read every book in this series (Eve Duncan series) and every single one is a book you cannot put down. I promise you, you will not be disappointed. I have also read her other books and loved them also. You must read this author!

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  • Posted June 15, 2011

    Fast-paced

    I+read+this+book+so+quickly%2C+I+could+not+put+it+down.+I+love+iris+johansen%2C+especially+the+eve+duncan+series.+I+love+going+along+with+the+search+for+Bonnie+and+while+i+understand+peoples+frustrations+with+it+at+times%2C+the+suspense%2C+action%2C+and+characters+keep+u+hooked+and+entertained.+This+book+is+a+great+addition+to+that.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2010

    Good read

    Moves right along....

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  • Posted May 5, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Enjoy this author

    I enjoy following a set of characters such as Eve Duncan and her family. She is always involved in interesting situations keeping your interest.

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