Sight Unseen

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She was safe in a world of darkness.

Now danger threatens in the cold light of day…

Before the experimental surgery that gave her sight, Kendra Michaels developed her other senses to an amazing capacity.  Now she can identify a Nissan by the sound of its engine, a Norelco electric razor by the pattern of stubble it leaves behind, or an obscure colorless fire accelerant by its sweet smell. Law enforcement agencies clamor for her rare powers...

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Overview

She was safe in a world of darkness.

Now danger threatens in the cold light of day…

Before the experimental surgery that gave her sight, Kendra Michaels developed her other senses to an amazing capacity.  Now she can identify a Nissan by the sound of its engine, a Norelco electric razor by the pattern of stubble it leaves behind, or an obscure colorless fire accelerant by its sweet smell. Law enforcement agencies clamor for her rare powers of perception and observation, too often disrupting the life she has built helping others through music therapy.  Because so very often, only Kendra can get the job done. 

 

But in this case, it's Kendra who first realizes that the apparent traffic accident on San Diego's historic Cabrillo Bridge is in fact a murder scene, and she rushes to alert the police before crucial evidence is destroyed. As the body count rises and one murder unveils another, a gruesome pattern emerges. Someone is killing people in ways that mirror Kendra's most notorious cases.  She has a fan: someone who admires her work and is twisted enough to show that admiration through murder—while naming himself after the biggest art forger of the 20th century. He views himself not as a monster but as an artist. And he is not working alone.

 

In Iris Johansen's Sight Unseen, as the darkness closes in, near enough to touch Kendra and those she loves, Kendra must come face to face with her greatest fears—and her most ruthless enemy.  A man who moves through the shadows, a man she may even know, who hides behind the mask of sanity, sight unseen.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
07/28/2014
In this edgy sequel to Close Your Eyes (2012) from the bestselling mother/son Johansens, Dr. Kendra Michaels, a music therapist who was born blind but regained her sight at age 20, uses her acute senses of smell and hearing, as well as her extraordinary aptitude for reading people and interpreting crime scenes, to track ann unusual serial killer. When four people die in a three-car pileup on San Diego's Cabrillo Bridge, Kendra immediately realizes this was an act of murder. Furthermore, the staged-accident bears the hallmarks of another case of hers in Texas. At a meeting at San Diego's FBI headquarters, she learns of two other recent murders whose details mirror previous cases she has worked on. Other homicides connected to Kendra's past cases follow. When the current crimes are linked implausibly to a serial killer awaiting execution on death row, she has to face the first killer she put away. Kendra gets ample opportunities to display her deductive skills, fend off the advances of dangerously attractive former FBI agent Adam Lynch, and risk all to protect and save those she loves in this flashy romantic thriller. Agent: Andrea Cirillo, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (July)
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Praise for Close Your Eyes:

“Gripping…The authors combine idiosyncratic yet fully realized characters with dry wit and well-controlled suspense that builds to a satisfying conclusion.” —Publishers Weekly

“Mind-blowing…The scenes with Adam and Kendra ooze sexual tension, making this thriller a titillating delight.” —Booklist

“Intrigue at its best!” —Reader to Reader

“An exciting, suspense-filled crime thriller.” —Fresh Fiction

“The gripping tale in Close Your Eyes comes alive with its characters.” —Gulf Coast Times

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250020529
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/15/2014
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 19,448
  • Product dimensions: 7.00 (w) x 9.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Iris Johansen

IRIS JOHANSEN is The New York Times bestselling author of Live to See Tomorrow, Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Sleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora's Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On The Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One To Trust and more. 

ROY JOHANSEN is an Edgar Award winning author and the son of Iris Johansen. He has written many well-received mysteries, including Deadly Visions, Beyond Belief and The Answer Man.

Iris Johansen and Roy Johansen together have written Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.

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

1

“NICE TO MEET YOU, KENDRA. Sorry I’m late. I’m Dean Halley.”

Kendra Michaels stood and shook hands with the handsome man who had just dashed into the Gaslamp Bar and Restaurant. She was experiencing a sinking feeling. Halley’s smile was a couple shades too white. He was also too good-looking and too well dressed. He breathed casual elegance and easy charm.

Mom, what have you gotten me into?

Halley’s brows rose. “You are Kendra, right?”

“Yes.” She forced a smile. “Sorry I had to cancel last week. Things got complicated.”

He shrugged. “It happens. But we’re here now, so that’s what matters.”

He was also too polite.

Oh, for God’s sake, give the guy a break.

It was her mother’s first attempt at arranging a blind date, and anyone but Kendra would have said that she’d done well.

Of course, the evening was still young.

Kendra had come straight from the office, where she had conducted five music-therapy sessions back-to-back. Her clients couldn’t have been more different from each other, ranging in age from eight months to ninety-two years. Her techniques varied for each patient, with simple mood-soothing music for some, with more complex exercises to draw out others who were autistic and emotionally withdrawn. Not all would respond to her techniques, but she had high hopes for a few of them. Despite the presence of this charming and too-perfect man in front of her, she wanted nothing more than to go home and write up her impressions while the sessions were still fresh in her mind.

Don’t let him see it. She had promised Mom. She smiled. “Yes, that’s all that matters.”

They took a booth in the bar and placed their drink orders. Dean drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “Your mother told me a lot about you, but I forgot almost all of it instantly.”

Now that was both honest and promising. “You sure know how to flatter a girl.”

“It’s not because I wasn’t interested. I was. But after she told me you used to be blind, I had trouble thinking about anything else.”

Way to go, Mom. “She actually led with that?”

“Good salesmanship. I was intrigued.”

“I don’t need anyone to sell me. What you see is what you get.”

“Of course you don’t. Poor choice of words. I’m sure you’re as leery of setups as I am. What exactly did she say to convince you to go out with me?”

“She said if I didn’t, she would use her keys to scratch disparaging things about me on the hood of my car.”

He smiled that charming smile again. “She didn’t really say that.”

“She did. And she said she would let all my plants die the next time I had to attend an overseas conference. So you see, I had little choice.”

“Now it’s my turn to be flattered.”

“I think she was joking, at least about the car.”

“This would make some interesting fodder for the next departmental dinner. Do you mind if I tell the other faculty members?”

She smiled. “I wish you would. Though from what I understand, it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone. Ask around. She’s made quite a reputation for herself.”

He chuckled. “You’re right about that.”

Dean and her mother, Professor Diane Michaels, were both history professors at the University of California Campus in La Jolla. Mom had been cooking up this date practically from the time Halley had taken over the post the previous spring. But as Kendra’s eyes darted over him, she went still with surprise.

How … interesting. Did Mom have any idea that Halley—?

“So you were born blind?” he asked.

She sipped her wine, still trying to process her observations. “Yes. And I stayed that way for the first twenty years of my life.”

“Incredible. And two surgical procedures later, you now see perfectly.”

“I don’t know perfectly, but well enough. Probably better than you without your contact lenses.”

He raised his eyebrows. “If you could see that in this lighting, then you’re doing all right.”

She nodded toward the bar’s street window. “Car headlights helped. My mother actually deserves most of the credit for how I turned out. I never felt handicapped. I learned to use what I had.”

“And you gained your sight from some kind of stem-cell procedure?”

She nodded again. “In England. They did a lot of the early work in ocular regeneration. It was an amazing time of my life, and a little overwhelming.”

“I can only imagine.”

No, he couldn’t even begin to imagine, and Kendra didn’t want to talk about it. She glanced up at a large TV over the bar. A live remote newscast was at the scene of a horrific traffic accident, and the reporter was struggling to make sense of the carnage and twisted metal strewn over the roadway.

Dean turned to see what had grabbed her attention. “Quite a pileup.”

She nodded, her gaze narrowed on the screen. A helicopter shot of the scene showed that the roadway was covered with work lights, police cars, and fire trucks, and was atop a tall white bridge.

She suddenly straightened in her chair.

Then she stood up and stepped closer to the television. Dean quickly joined her at the bar.

“The Cabrillo State Bridge,” she said, studying the overview that the helicopter shot offered.

“The one that goes toward the zoo?”

She nodded. “Those idiots. They’re treating it like an accident.”

He turned toward her. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Because it’s not an accident.”

Dean laughed, but cut it short when he realized she was serious.

“Um, why do you think that?”

Kendra was still staring at the television and shook her head in disgust. “They’re blowing it. I can’t believe it. They’re totally blowing it.”

“I still don’t get how—”

Kendra muttered a curse beneath her breath. “I wish we’d never seen this damn thing.”

“I’m starting to wish that, too,” he said dryly. “Want me to ask the bartender to change the channel?”

“No.”

“Come on, let’s go back and sit down. I’ll tell you all about myself.” He tried to take her arm, but she remained planted at the bar.

“I know quite a bit already,” she said absently, her gaze still locked on the television. “I know you’ve been to prison.”

He froze. “What?”

Her eyes narrowed on the screen when another camera angle came on the screen. “When you were younger.”

He was silent. “Nobody knows that.”

“You grew up in Florida, then spent some time in the Northeast. Maybe your college years? Are you an Ivy Leaguer?”

“You Googled me?”

“What? No, life’s too short.” She swore again. “I can’t believe those damned cops don’t see what’s right in front of them.”

“Let’s get back to me for a second. Does your mother know about the prison thing? Because if this got out—”

“Don’t sweat it. I didn’t know until two minutes ago. I was just looking you over to see what Mom saw in you, and it popped up.”

“What else ‘popped’ up?”

“You’re a motorcycle enthusiast. That’s where a lot of your time and money goes. Not just riding, but the tinkering. You have a Harley Sportster. I’m thinking you did some degreasing on it today.”

“Jesus.”

“I take that as a confirmation.”

“Either you were spying on me, or you’re psychic.”

“Neither.” She was still concentrating on the screen. “Fools. Not one homicide detective there. Not one. All accident investigators.”

Dean smiled. “Your mother said you were very observant and not to let it rattle me. I’m just now realizing what she meant by that. And, for the record, you did rattle me.”

“Sorry. Mom always tells me to wait and let things just come out in conversation. I was distracted.”

“Don’t be sorry. I like it. I’d always heard that blind people develop their other senses to an amazing degree. I guess you’re living proof. But it must be more than that.”

“I’m a little obsessive. No, a lot obsessive. I now treasure everything that I can see. And I won’t let go of what I learned from my other senses when I was blind. I don’t take anything for granted.”

“I’ll accept that answer. But you have to tell me how you knew all those things about me.”

“Sure.” She pointed to the television screen. “But first I need you to drive me there.”

“To the accident?”

“It’s not an accident, remember?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

He was silent a moment. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those fetishists who get off on—”

“Someone needs to talk to them before they break down the scene and destroy evidence.” She turned and looked him in the eye. “I walked here. Either you’re giving me a ride there, or I’m calling a cab.”

“So our date is over?”

“It’s only over if you don’t give me a ride.”

Dean looked back at the television, where the news copter was circling the platoon of emergency workers and their flashing vehicles. He shook his head. “Got to be the weirdest date of my life.”

*   *   *

KENDRA’S CELL PHONE RANG WHEN they were on the road only ten minutes. She made a face when she glanced at the ID. “Mom. I was half expecting this.”

“Really? We haven’t had time for her to wonder if I’m threatening your virtue.”

“It’s not my virtue Mom’s concerned about.” She accessed the call. “Hi, Mom. I’m with Dean Halley now. I didn’t no-show, and I haven’t scared him off yet.” She looked inquiringly at Dean. He shook his head. “No, he thinks I’m weird, but he’s sticking with me.”

“Brave man. I knew I could count on him. He’s a fine teacher and a great guy. You have to admit I did a good job of bringing you two together. Now all you have to do is cement the relationship.”

“A relationship neither one of us wanted from the beginning. Why, Mom?”

“You know the answer. Dean is steady and wonderfully normal. He’s as close to the guy next door as I could find. That’s what you need, Kendra. Dean could lead you away from all those police and FBI types and make you enjoy it. He’s intelligent, gorgeous, and has a sense of humor. The only thing he’ll want from you won’t be anything more complicated than sex.”

She chuckled. “I told Dean you wouldn’t be concerned about my virtue.”

“Screw virtue. I’m concerned about your life. I want you safe.”

“I know, Mom,” she said gently. “And that’s the only reason I gave in about tonight. I love you and wanted to give you the chance to play Mother Teresa and save me from myself. You’ve done that all my life and done a great job. Tell me, are you missing it?”

“Maybe a little. You were my whole life for quite a while.” She cleared her throat. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not right in this. Now, do you like Dean?”

“We haven’t had time to—” She glanced at Dean. “Yes, I like him. At first, I thought that he was too pretty, but maybe he can’t help that. And he doesn’t try to dodge, and I think maybe he’s honest.”

Dean smiled, still staring out the windshield. “You do know I can hear everything you’re saying, right?”

“You didn’t put him through any hoops?” Diane asked.

“Not intentionally.” She had just spotted blinking lights ahead. “Look, Mom, I have to go. I’m in his car and I—”

“You’re going out to dinner?” Diane sounded pleased. “That’s progress.”

“Yes, isn’t it? I’ll talk to you later, Mom.” She hung up.

“You’re very close,” Dean said quietly. “I thought so when Diane was talking about you to me. But you just confirmed it.”

“I love her. She made me what I am. Both physically and mentally.” She grimaced. “Well, maybe not quite. I take full responsibility for my faults and the wild oats I’ve sown. She had nothing to do with them.”

“Wild oats? You’re a music-therapy teacher.”

“Who after I began to see believed that the wine of life should be tasted to the last drop.”

“Really?” He looked intrigued. “Diane never mentioned wild oats to me.”

“She wouldn’t. You’re her idea of the wholesome guy next door. She wouldn’t want to scare you away.”

“I notice you didn’t disillusion her … yet.”

“No. I’ll have to probe a little more.” She smiled. “Guy-next-door types generally bore me. It shows a lack of courage to reach out.” She held up her hand to stop him from answering. “Later. Those lights up ahead is our destination. We’re going to have to run the gauntlet.”

*   *   *

“MA’AM, YOU’LL HAVE TO GET BACK in your car and clear out. Authorized personnel only.”

Kendra and Dean had driven around the two-mile-long line of stopped cars that extended from the bridge, down Laurel Boulevard and across the 1-5 freeway. A stocky, female traffic cop was holding back the curious onlookers, mostly joggers and dog walkers, angling for a glimpse of the chaotic scene.

Kendra turned back toward Dean, who had just parked his car on the side of the Prado Road that transitioned to the bridge’s two-lane roadway. She motioned for him to join her.

The traffic officer glared at him and raised her walkie-talkie as she would a lethal weapon. “Sir, don’t even think of leaving your car there. I have a tow truck on speed dial.”

Kendra waved him over again. Dean hesitated, then climbed out of the car.

The stocky cop shouted something that was lost in the roar of the circling news’copters. Kendra surveyed the scene behind her. There had to be someone she knew here. She had assisted in a few police investigations in the past few years, but none of them involved the accident-investigations cops now on the bridge snapping photos and taping off the scene.

Finally, she saw a familiar face. Lieutenant Wallace Poole, a tall, gangly, bald man who seemed to be doing little other than positioning himself toward the bank of news cameras.

Poole …

Kendra tried to remember if she had pissed him off during the Petco Stadium case a couple years before. Not that much, apparently. He stepped closer and waved her through the police line while simultaneously quieting the walkie-talkie-wielding traffic cop. He smiled. “Why, Dr. Michaels, what brings you here?”

“The same thing that brings you. How many fatalities?”

“Four.” He gestured back to the three wrecked vehicles on the bridge. “A man and woman in the convertible, a man in the pickup truck, and a woman in the minivan.” Poole’s eyes narrowed on her face. “I thought you only helped out on murder cases. Who called you in?”

“I’m being rude.” Kendra motioned toward Halley. “This is Dean Halley. Care to walk us through it?”

Poole appeared more mystified than before, but he nodded. “Uh, sure.” He led them past a fire truck and a line of road flares.

Dean shot her a “what-in-the-hell-are-we-doing” glance, but Kendra was busy scanning the scene in front of her.

The pickup truck, charred and dripping with extinguisher foam, was still smoldering alongside the bridge’s right-hand railing. A gray tarp was thrown over the driver’s compartment, obviously to conceal a corpse. The convertible BMW was right behind, grill first into the granite railing. The minivan was on its side a few paces behind, also surrounded by mounds of extinguisher foam.

Poole motioned toward the pickup truck. “We figure the driver of the truck lost control and plowed into the bridge. It triggered a chain reaction. The Beamer swerved and hit the stone railing. The van swerved the other way, rolled, and ended on its side.”

Kendra nodded. “No one was wearing seat belts?”

“No. That’s probably why none of them survived.”

“And no air bags deployed?”

“No. The investigators say it’s not all that uncommon unfortunately. They get stolen, or if they’re deployed once, they’re expensive to replace, and some people just don’t do it. It’s also possible that the crash sensors were faulty, or the trigger wires can get severed early in the crash sequence.”

“That took four lives.” Kendra leaned toward the BMW 320 coupe. It was easily the most intact of the cars, with no fire and only damaged at the crumpled front end. Two bodies were slumped in the front seat. They were a man and a woman, late twenties, both dressed in buttoned-down business attire, as if they were on their way home from a Fortune 500 board meeting. Blood ran from their heads and was splattered across the windshield. There were two impact shatter points on the glass, one in front of each victim.

“Anything about this look strange to you?” Kendra asked Poole.

“It all looks strange to me. What are you getting at?”

“Look at the number of windshield cracks radiating out from the impact points. The number is proportional to impact speed. With the speed that would have been necessary for those skulls to cause these kind of cracks, there should have been much more damage to this car’s front end when it struck the railing. I could see that from a barroom TV on Fifth Street. That was the first thing I noticed.” She leaned over the windshield and examined it more closely. “May I borrow an evidence glove?”

Poole peeled off his right glove and gave it to her. Kendra slipped it on and rubbed her fingers across the cracks, both inside the windshield and outside. She occasionally closed her eyes, letting her sense of touch guide her in a way that was seldom necessary anymore.

She finally looked up and stepped away. “And, what’s more, the force of impact came from outside this windshield, not the inside.”

Poole leaned down to look. “Both sides are shattered. How can you tell?”

“There are two kinds of fractures here. Radial fractures, which jut out like the spokes of a wheel, and concentric fractures, which are like a series of circles radiating outward. The concentric fractures are always on the impact side. It’s difficult to see which side they’re actually on, but you can feel them.” She peeled off the glove and handed it to Poole. “Want to try?”

“No thanks. I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anyway, your forensics guys will back me up.” Kendra glanced around. “I take it no one actually saw the accident?”

“No. The zoo and botanical gardens had been closed for hours. There’s not a lot of traffic here after dark.”

“So what were the victims doing here?”

“Don’t know. We’ve just started notifying the next of kin.” He motioned toward the still-circling news’copters.” Although some may have found out already.” Poole turned to Dean. “What about you? Are you with the media? Who are you again?”

Dean extended his hand. “Dean Halley. History professor. Just along for the ride.”

Poole looked at Kendra.

“He doesn’t have anything to do with this,” she added quickly. “Blind date.”

Poole glanced from one to the other. “Huh. And how’s it going?”

“Pretty good, I think,” Kendra said.

Dean nodded. “Except for the dead bodies. Could have done without that.”

Poole stared at Kendra. “Then why in the hell are you here, Dr. Michaels?”

“I didn’t want evidence compromised. I’m sure your medical examiner will tell you this later tonight or tomorrow, but these people didn’t die here.”

Poole gazed at her for another long moment. “What makes you say that?”

“There would be a lot more blood if they had hit this windshield with enough force to kill them. They both have identical bruising on their necks, as if they were strangled by the same patterned belt or cord.”

Poole examined the corpses in the BMW more closely. “And how did you know you would find this?”

“I didn’t. But like I said, I could see this accident wasn’t what it seemed to be.” She pointed to the long skid mark behind the overturned minivan. “This was meant to look like it came from that van, but I don’t think it did. If you skid on antilock brakes, the mark looks like a series of dashes, not an unbroken line. Another thing I spotted from the news helicopter.”

Pool walked over to the unbroken skid mark and squatted to look at it.

Kendra followed him. “The van burned quickly. There was a Toluene-based accelerant used.”

“Toluene?” One of the investigators, whom Kendra had just seen draw a chalk line around a severed hand next to the van, looked up at the word. “As in a solvent for paint?”

“Or for model-airplane glue.”

“How do you figure that?”

Kendra grimaced. “I smell it. It’s a lot like benzene.”

The investigator, a slender man with short gray hair, stood up and sniffed the air. “I’m smelling a lot of things right now, but that isn’t one of them.”

“Trust me. Take samples and run your tests. These cars were burned intentionally.”

The investigator looked at her skeptically. “Trust you? Pardon me for asking, but who the hell are you?”

“Someone you should listen to, Johnson,” Poole said. He took Kendra by the arm and guided her away. “Look,” he said in a low voice, “I’m going to call in Homicide. Stick around for a few, and I’ll have you—”

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not sticking around. This has taken up enough of my evening already. I just wanted to give you a heads-up. Your forensics people can take it from here.”

He stared at her in shock. “You can’t be serious. You came out here just to—”

“Just to keep you from mistaking a murder scene for an accident. Though I guess I shouldn’t blame you too much. It’s probably one of the most unusual murder scenes any of you have ever seen.” She glanced back. “Although, like I said, I doubt whether any of these people actually died here.

“And this doesn’t pique your curiosity just a little bit?”

“Sure. I’ll keep up with it in the newspaper. Good luck with your investigation.”

Poole frowned. “I can make you stay, you know.”

Kendra smiled. “On what grounds? Failure to perform police work on command?”

“What about civic duty?”

“I just did it. I told you everything I know. Good night, Poole.”

Kendra turned and moved around the forensics techs crouched behind the BMW.

Dean cast another look at the scene as they walked away. “I know you were just trying to impress me back there.”

“Did it work?”

“Of course, but it was totally unnecessary. You had me at ‘prison.’ You still owe me an explanation for that, you know.”

She took a quick look over her shoulder. Poole was still glaring at her. “Later. Right now, we’d better get to your car before Poole has it towed. He isn’t very happy with me at the moment.”

*   *   *

THEY DROVE BACK TO KENDRA’S condominium complex in less than fifteen minutes.

“You were amazing,” Dean said, as he walked her to the building’s front door. “The cops thought so, too. You could see it on their faces.”

“Trust me, those expressions can turn sour in a hurry. Especially if they think I’m making them look bad. Poole only wanted me to stick around because he knew his superiors wouldn’t have believed that he’d come up with those answers.”

He nodded. “I can imagine there would be problems. But why aren’t you interested in following up? Seems like a pretty interesting case.”

“I already have a job. It’s a lot more positive and fulfilling to me than what those people are doing on that bridge tonight.”

“Music therapy.”

“Yes. I help people. And I conduct research and publish papers that help others help people.” She unlocked the door. “Anyway, thanks for the ride. I’m sure this wasn’t the evening you had in mind.”

“It was better.” He grinned. “Sure beats first-date small talk.”

“Not sure what I can do to top it. You want to quit while we’re ahead?”

“No way.” He stepped closer to her.

She couldn’t deny how likeable she found him. She was happy at that response. She smiled. “Well, you have my number.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not saying good night until you explain a few things to me. Let’s start with my bike. How did you know about that?”

“You have helmet head.”

He ran his hands through his hair. “Impossible. I’ve washed my hair a couple times since the last time I wore a helmet.”

“Not your hair. Your skin. You have a clean tan line around your neck, and an inverted “U” that frames your face. And there’s a slight singe on the inside right leg of those jeans you’re wearing, right about knee level. The Harley Sportster’s rear exhaust pipe would hit you about there every time you have your foot off the pedal at a long stoplight.”

“Just the Sportster?”

“There are others, but that’s probably the most popular one. And the Harley Davidson sunglasses tucked into your shirt clinches it a bit more.”

He laughed and patted the sunglasses dangling from his neckline. “Do you ride?”

“I used to run with a pretty wild crowd, and I sometimes rode with them.” She raised her right pant leg and showed a small burn scar on her inside right calf. “It’s never a good idea to ride a motorcycle in shorts.”

“And here I was thinking you were so brilliant.”

“Well, it only happened once. I’m a fast learner.”

“I have no doubt.”

“And I caught a whiff of Castrol Simple Green on you. That’s how I knew you were doing some degreasing today.”

“Actually, it was yesterday. And I’ve showered since then.”

“Were you wearing those shoes when you were working on it?”

He looked down at his brown walking shoes. “Maybe.”

“And you’d be surprised how long our skin can hold on to odors, shower or no shower. It’s like a big sponge.”

“Okay. And how did you know where I’m from?”

She shrugged. “Your speech. You have a Central Florida dialect, peppered with an adult New England influence.”

He stared at her for a moment. “An adult New England influence?”

“If you’d moved there when you were younger, it would have a different sound. It would have had a different effect on the speech patterns you’ve been practicing since birth. I figured you moved there around college age.”

He nodded. “You’re right. But not quite Ivy League. Boston U. So you’re a linguistics expert, too.”

“Not really. Like you, I’ve met thousands of people in my life. From an early age, I got into the habit of listening and matching what I heard with what I found out about them. When you can’t see, you use what you have.”

He nodded, then paused. “Okay, now tell me what I really want to know.”

“Prison.”

“I’ve taken steps to make sure that period of my life won’t get in the way of my future. I didn’t think anyone in the city was aware of it, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

She tilted her head. “I’ll make you a deal. Tell me what you were in for, and I’ll tell you how I knew.”

“You got it.”

She took his left hand and angled it into the entranceway light. “I’m sure almost no one would notice this, but there’s a very faint tattoo remnant here, between your thumb and forefinger. You obviously tried to have it removed.”

“You’re right. Almost no one notices. And if they do, they see that it’s a box filled with an X. Like a strike on a bowling score sheet. Not like any prison tattoo I’ve ever seen.”

“And that was your intention when you tattooed over the five dots that were originally there. Five dots. One in the middle representing the prisoner, four more on each corner representing the prison. A pattern that’s almost always tattooed on the hand between the thumb and forefinger. It’s the placement that gives it away more than anything else.”

“How do you know so much about prison tats?”

“Like I said, I used to run with a rough crowd.” She looked him in the eye. “Your turn.”

He jammed his hands in his pockets and glanced away from her. “Well, you’re right. I had a drug problem in grad school, and I got in so deep that I supported my habit by selling some to my fellow students. Really stupid. I went away for thirty months. I got clean, got my Ph.D., and never looked back.”

“Except when you look at your hand. There are probably ways to get rid of that tattoo more completely these days.”

“It’s okay.” He held up his hand and looked at it. “Sometimes it’s good to remember what an idiot I can be. You know?”

She nodded. “I know.”

“So may I still call you?”

Kendra studied him. She liked Dean’s forthright manner. No excuses, no tap dancing around the mistakes he had made and clearly regretted. She also appreciated that dry sense of humor and his lack of intimidation when she’d virtually ruined the possibility of a normal evening. Mom was right, he was a good guy. She smiled. “Sure. Call me.”

“Great.” He kissed her on the cheek, turned, and headed back down the sidewalk toward his car.

*   *   *

MYATT READJUSTED HIS BINOCULARS as he shifted in the tall grass. He had found a spot that offered him an excellent view of the Cabrillo State Bridge. Close enough to see what was going on, far enough away that he could watch undetected.

He panned across the bridge, taking in the scene.

The wrecked cars.

The smoldering van.

The elegantly dressed corpses.

It was beautiful.

Kendra Michaels’s visit had thrown the cops into a tizzy, and the scope of the scene had abruptly changed. They already knew it was more than just an accident. He had expected them to make that discovery later that night or possibly in the morning.

No matter.

If anything, Kendra’s appearance was a welcome development. Disappointing that she had left with such an apparent lack of interest, but he’d draw her back in.

The game is on, Kendra.

Even if you don’t realize it yet …

Copyright © 2014 by Johansen Publishing LLLP.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2014

    Overall I liked the book, but there were many things that irrita

    Overall I liked the book, but there were many things that irritated me.  I am not a grammar nut and can easily 
    overlook some things , but in this case the issues are beyond misplaced commas or tense usage.  
    First, the name of Kendra's mother changed from Deanna in the previous book  to Diane in this book. How could
     that have been missed in editing?  Also with Kendra's friend, Olivia, who is still blind there are multiple references to
    her "looking" and "glancing".I understand that those can be used in a figurative way, but it would seem that there
    are other words and phrases that could have been used.  I stopped, re-read the passages and just shook my head.   
    These glaring issues could be due to dual writing, but in any case it detracted from my enjoyment  of this book.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 21, 2014

    It has been said that confession is good for the soul.  Assuming

    It has been said that confession is good for the soul.  Assuming that's true, let me admit that I did not like the first Iris Johansen novel that I'd read.  As such, I've not read another book by the author – until a copy of the new novel, Sight Unseen, fell into my lap.  I see that Ms. Johansen and I were simply not on the same page – no pun intended – with that particular book, because this novel really impressed me!

    Kendra Michaels is a therapist who employs the power of music to work with her patients.  She is also a highly sought-after consultant by law enforcement for her powers of observation and deduction.  Miss Michaels had to depend on her senses due to blindness, and maintained her ability to deduce subtle differences in sound and touch even after her sight was restored in an experimental procedure.

    In this novel, Miss Michaels must deal with an apparent copycat serial killer, one who is attempting to draw her into his circle by replicating some of the murders which she helped solve earlier in her career.  Her attempts to zero in on this killer are counterbalanced by the killer's attempts to zero in on her, as well as her friends and acquaintences.

    I found this book to be enthralling, as I tried to determine what the next step would be for both law enforcement and for the criminal.  I enjoyed attempting to determine the identity of the killer, with various characters coming under suspicion and either being replaced by a more likely suspect, or being proven beyond a shadow of a doubt to be innocent – or by becoming a possible victim.

    This is the second book in the Kendra Michaels series.  I have already purchased the first book in the series and have added it to my To Be Read list.  (And … I think I'm willing to give the author a second chance on some of her other works, as well.)

    RATING: After some consideration – 5 stars.  The book is well written, the author keeps me entertained, the characters are largely likeable, and the book in general will stay with me after I've moved on to a totally different novel.

    DISCLOSURE: I was provided with a free copy of this book by the publisher in the hopes I would provide a review.  (I'm sure they hoped for a good review, and a prompt one – but no such conditions were requested nor granted.)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2014

    ANOTHER GREAT READ FROM THESE TWO!!

    This is a fabulous addition to this series. I have enjoyed Ms. Johansen's Eve Duncan series for many years. Her son, Roy, can spin a pretty good tale himself. Together, they have created a wonderful character in Kendra.

    If you have not read any in the series before this, you could read this as a stand-alone. There are references to past story lines, but the authors have done a pretty good job of filling people in. That being said, the previous reads are fabulous and can give you so much more insight to who Kendra is and what makes her tick. It will also help a reader better understand the relationships between Kendra and Lance; even the relationships with her best friend and mother.

    Some complaints I have read about this series is that some of Kendra's observations lead to conclusions that are a bit over the top. I think Kendra's character is quite unique with a history of being blind and then having her sight returned with an experimental procedure. With that history, she has had experiences not many people would ever understand. So, implausible? I prefer to think of it as a great fictional character in a great mystery/thriller read! A female modern day Sherlock Holmes.

    For those who have read the previous books in this series, this is a great addition; however, be warned. There is a bit of a cliffhanger at the end. My only complaint, as I do so hate cliffhangers!!

    Thank you Iris and Roy for another great collaborative effort! Great exciting read I could not put down!

    -- SPeeD

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 23, 2014

    Loved it !!!! I think this is going to be a new series with Ken

    Loved it !!!! I think this is going to be a new series with Kendra Michaels as the lead character. It was definitely left as a cliffhanger. I love the Kendra Michaels character, she is so smart and the things she can pick up from a crime scene are astounding. Unfortunately she only gets called on the most horrible of crimes. This story sort of took you through those crimes she had investigated in the past, including the worst of the worst "Colby" who is about to die by the death penalty. He begins another "game" with Kendra. It also reunited her with Agent Lynch. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship. I can't wait for the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

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    Some observations made by Kendra are so unbelievable that it truly detracts from the story. Otherwise, it was a very exciting book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2014

    Highly recommended

    I've read all Iris Johansen's books and especially love the complex characters she creates that spin off into their own book world. Her collaboration with her son just enhances the stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2014

    Exciting!

    Excellent book! Can't wait for the next book!

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  • Posted August 13, 2014

    Now that we have the characters set up in the previous story, I

    Now that we have the characters set up in the previous story, I found the premise and execution of this mystery much more entertaining. Lynch seems to be unfolding and he's a rather intriguing man. But, Kendra feels a little flat and static to me. I don't know if this was just Lynch's development book and we will see Kendra develop more as this series progresses, or if this is JUST who Kendra is. This story ended on a doozy of a cliffhanger, both as far as the potential relationship and the villain, so I am thinking we now have a rough outline of this series' direction, and my earlier comparison to Bones is probably even more spot on than I thought. I liked this book, but I didn't love it.




    3.5 Stars








    Overall, there is enough happening in this series that I will keep my eye out for the next in the series, but it isn't necessarily something I am going to jump on either. I hate to say lackluster, but that is almost what it is. The third book is likely going to be make or break for me in this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014

    I like Iris Johanson as an author, but not his best work.

    Again, he has written better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2014

    loved it

    Another adventure with Iris and her buddies

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

    "Choking..Must fight... No air. Must break free... He felt

    "Choking..Must fight...
    No air.
    Must break free...
    He felt his attacker's hot breath in his ear. 
    Darkness creeping over him....
    It wasn't just breath, he realized as the darkness overtook him.
    It was his killer's laughter."




    AH! I love Iris Johansen! Every story she writes is so full of intense action and suspense!! I received an ARC of this book, Sight Unseen and couldn't wait to get started!! The action begins immediately from the first turn of the page. I mean, the first sentence of the book is: " Damn, she is going to kill him." 




    "Fear.
    Death.
    It was here again, taking her breath, assaulting her."




    The reader is brought back into the life of Kendra Michaels. Kendra has been blind most of her life and recently underwent surgery to regain her sight. Because she has lived most of her life blind she has used her other senses to compensate for her missing eyesight. She has super-heightened senses and therefore notices things that a normal person wouldn't. 




    When an apparent car accident happens on the freeway Kendra immediately notices that the accident is no accident. She rushes to the crime scene and informs the police of her discovery. Kendra also begins to notice that the crimes that are being committed are eerily similar to cases she has solved in the past. Kendra teams up with an old friend, Adam Kyle, from the FBI and together they try to determine who is behind these murders. 




    Sight Unseen is full of non-stop action, drama, and suspense! Each chapter holds a new twist to this already fascinating story!! Kendra is forced to face one of her old enemies and everyone she loves is in jeopardy!! If you love a good suspense story with some romance interwoven into the story then Sight Unseen is a perfect fit!! I really enjoyed and look forward to what happens next with Kendra!! 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2014

    Dissapointing

    Not well written

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  • Posted July 31, 2014

    Sight Unseen, the second Kendra Michaels' novel, was a hard to p

    Sight Unseen, the second Kendra Michaels' novel, was a hard to put down mystery in line with the Johansens' other books. Although this book is part of a series, you did not need to read the first book to understand this one. Kendra is a formerly blind, music therapist who frequently helps the police and FBI solve murders. In this story, someone is copying all the murders she has helped with while staying at least one step ahead of Kendra and the FBI. Adam is back as her 'sledgehammer" to help get things down. Kendra seemed to take these murders more personally. Some of the potential killers are not revealed until late into the book making it hard to try to figure out the killer yourself.

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