Split Second [NOOK Book]

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They dubbed him the Collector, so named for his ritual of collecting victims before disposing of them in the most heinous ways possible.

FBI special agent Maggie O'Dell tracked him for two years, finally ending their game of cate and mouse. Now Albert Stucky has escaped from prison…and he is setting up a new game for Maggie O'Dell.

Some say Maggie O'Dell has lost her edge as one of the FBI's best profilers. Since capturing Stucky, she has been...

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Overview


They dubbed him the Collector, so named for his ritual of collecting victims before disposing of them in the most heinous ways possible.

FBI special agent Maggie O'Dell tracked him for two years, finally ending their game of cate and mouse. Now Albert Stucky has escaped from prison…and he is setting up a new game for Maggie O'Dell.

Some say Maggie O'Dell has lost her edge as one of the FBI's best profilers. Since capturing Stucky, she has been walking a tightwire, battling nightmares and guilt over the victims she couldn't save. Now that Stucky is loose again, she's been pulled out of the field. But as Stucky's trail of victims leads closer and closer to Maggie, she is put back on the case under the supervision of Special Agent R. J. Tully. Together they race against the clock to hunt the killer, and Maggie finds herself pushed to the very edge. Has her desire to stop Albert Stucky become a matter of personal vengeance? Has she crossed the line? And has that been Stucky's goal all along—to make her into a monster?

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Editorial Reviews

Dallas Morning News
. . . first novel is a formidable one, filled with characters comfortable with themselves and acting out their roles intelligently and believably.
Library Journal
Maggie is gutsy and appealing as an FBI agent facing constant danger.
Mystery Scene
A suspense thriller with enough twists and turns to keep the reader guessing until the last page.
Washington Post Book World
Alex Kava has crafted a suspenseful novel and created a winning character in Agent O'Dell.
Washington Post Book World
Alex Kava has crafted . . . a winning character in Agent O'Dell.
Woman's Own
. . . a roller coaster read. Although your heart is in your throat the entire time, you enjoy every scary minute.
Publishers Weekly
FBI profiler Maggie O'Dell, star of Kava's first thriller, is back again in her second, but her return is not a happy one. From the very first scene, in which serial killer Albert Stucky escapes from two pitifully inadequate prison guards, through the inevitable and apparently endless escalation of brutality (usually against women), to the predictable ending, this is strictly a blender job: part Thomas Harris and part Patricia Cornwell, with odd bones and scraps tossed in from other similarly grisly and more successful sources. O'Dell, who plays Clarice Starling to Stucky's Hannibal Lecter, is still physically and mentally scarred by the two years she spent on his case and she's fighting to get back on it. She gets her wish. Before she can even unpack the boxes in her new home, one of her neighbors disappears, leaving behind a bloody mess, and another is found dead in a Dumpster. Soon, Stucky strikes even closer to home. The supporting cast is full of cardboard cutouts unsuccessfully masquerading as characters, and since O'Dell herself is so miserable from the start, it's hard to care whether or not she and Stucky ever do make it to their final showdown or, for that matter, which of them survives. Kava's hackneyed prose doesn't help matters: "Dear God! How much longer could she put up with the nightmares?" Probably longer than a lot of readers will put up with this book. (Aug.) Forecast: Kava's first O'Dell vehicle, A Perfect Evil, was widely praised, and Mira is looking to build on that success with a national ad campaign, a teaser chapter in the Perfect Evil paperback and a multicity author tour. Fans may go along for the ride, but Kava won't recruit many new readers with this one.Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Blackhearted serial killer vs. stouthearted female FBI agent, Round Two. In Kava's debut (A Perfect Evil, 2000), Agent Maggie O'Dell out-pointed Albert (The Collector) Stuckey and sent him up the river-but, alas, not permanently. On his way to the slammer, monstrous, misogynistic, and ever-so-opportunistic Stuckey takes advantage of jailer ineptitude and breaks free. A single thought then dominates his cankered brain: payback. Maggie O'Dell must be made to suffer in spades for the ignominious defeat inflicted on so eminent an evil genius. No hurry, though. In addition to being endlessly wicked, Stuckey is prodigiously rich; early on, before his schizoid self was outed, he made several (nonhomicidal) killings in the stock market. He can afford to luxuriate in the prospect of requited vengefulness, play the kind of cat-and-mouse game certain types of serial killers are reputed to get off on (or so their creators would have us believe). So a pretty young woman is kidnapped, raped, and brutally murdered after delivering pizza to Maggie; another who helped her select the perfect bottle of wine meets a similarly horrific fate. Soon enough Maggie gets the message. She's being taunted. Actually, she's being stalked in a particularly grisly way. Women who have had anything to do with her, no matter how tenuously, are being marked by Stuckey as potential prey in order to terrorize his real target. Maggie now is as frightened as Stuckey wants her to be. But Maggie frightened is Maggie with her competitive juices in full flow. Strike her, and she'll strike back hard-as unlucky Stuckey discovers to his cost in a much-too-predictable denouement. Butchery in abundance, gore galore, but Stuckey theCollector can't carry the body bags for Hannibal the Cannibal.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460301531
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/17/2012
  • Series: A Maggie O'Dell Novel
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 46,316
  • File size: 897 KB

Meet the Author

Alex Kava

Alex Kava grew up in rural Nebraska, outside the small town of Silver Creek (population 500). As a child, Alex wrote short stories on the backs of old calendars and scrap paper, sharing them only with her younger brother and hiding them in a shoebox under her bed.

Alex earned an art scholarship to attend college. To pay living expenses, she worked in a nearby hospital's central surgery department scrubbing equipment, utensils and basins from the morgue and surgery departments. She graduated magna cum laude from College of Saint Mary, in Omaha, Nebraska, with a B.A. in Art and English. She has advanced studies and certificates in advertising and marketing.

For the last 15 years, Alex has worked in graphic design, advertising, and public relations. She has designed food packages and logos for national corporations, written brochures and newsletters, created a line of greeting cards, and directed TV and radio commercials. During the summer of 1996, Alex quit her full-time job as a director of public relations in order to dedicate more time to writing fiction and getting published. To pay the bills, she resurrected her home-based graphic design firm, Square One. She refinanced her home, maxed out her credit cards, and even took on a newspaper delivery route.

Also in the summer of 1996, serial killer John Joubert was executed. Alex's inspiration for A Perfect Evil was drawn from her experience while working at a small newspaper in the community where Joubert's rampage had taken place in 1983. His execution reminded her of the terror and panic experienced, not only by that community, but by many parents across Nebraska.

A Perfect Evil is Alex'sfirstnovel. She has just finished its sequel, Split Second, and has begun work on her third novel. Besides managing her clients' projects at Square One, she also teaches part-time at an area college.

Alex lives in Omaha, Nebraska, with her two dogs, Miss Molly and Scout.

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Northeast Virginia (just outside Washington, D.C.)
Five months later—Friday, March 27

Maggie O'Dell jerked and twisted, trying to make herself more comfortable, only now realizing she had fallen asleep in the recliner again. Her skin felt damp with perspiration and her ribs ached. The air in the room was stale and warm, making it difficult to breathe. She fumbled in the dark, reaching for the brass floor lamp, clicking the switch but getting no light. Damn! She hated waking to complete darkness. Usually she took precautions to prevent it.
Her eyes adjusted slowly, squinting and searching behind and around the stacks of boxes she had spent the day packing. Evidently Greg had not bothered to come home. She couldn't have slept through one of his noisy entrances. It was just as well he didn't come home. His temper tantrums would only annoy the movers.
She tried to get out of the recliner but stopped when a sharp pain raced along her abdomen. She grabbed at it, as if she could catch the pain and keep it from spreading. Her fingers felt something warm and sticky soaking through her T-shirt. Jesus! What the hell was going on? Carefully, she pulled up the hem and even in the dark she could see it. A chill slipped down her back and the nausea washed over her. A slit in her skin ran from below her left breast across her abdomen. It was bleeding, soaking into her T-shirt and dripping down into the fabric of the recliner.
Maggie bolted from the chair. She covered the wound and pressed her shirt against it, hoping to stop the bleeding. She needed to call 911. Where the hell was the phone? How could this have happened? The scar was over eight months old, and yet it wasbleeding as profusely as the day Albert Stucky had cut her.
She knocked over boxes, searching. Lids popped open as cartons fell, scattering crime scene photos, toiletries, newspaper clippings, underwear and socks and sending pieces of her life bouncing off the floor and walls. Everything she had taken such care to pack suddenly flew, rolled, skidded and crashed around her.
Then, she heard a whimpering sound.
She stopped and listened, trying to hold her breath. Already her pulse beat too rapidly. Steady. She needed to stay calm. She turned slowly, cocking her head and straining to hear. She checked the desktop, the surface of the coffee table, the bookshelf. Oh dear God! Where the hell had she left her gun?
Finally, she saw the holster lying at the foot of the recliner. Of course, she would have kept it close by as she slept.
The whimpering grew louder, a high-pitched whine like a wounded animal's. Or was it a trick?
Maggie edged her way back to the recliner, eyes darting, watching all around her. The sound came from the kitchen. And now she could smell a foul odor seeping in from that direction, too. She picked up the holster and tiptoed toward the kitchen. The closer she got, the easier it was to recognize the smell. It was blood. The acrid scent stung her nostrils and burned her lungs. It was the kind of stench that came only from massive amounts of blood.
She crouched low and eased through the doorway. Despite the warning smell, Maggie gasped at the sight of it. In the moonlit kitchen, blood had sprayed the white walls and pooled on the ceramic tile. It was everywhere, splattered across the countertops and dripping down the appliances. In the far corner of the room stood Albert Stucky. His tall, sleek shadow hovered over a whimpering woman who was down on her knees.
Maggie felt the prickling start at the back of her neck. Dear God, how had he been able to get inside her house? And yet, she wasn't surprised to see him. Hadn't she expected him to come? Hadn't she been waiting for this?
Stucky yanked the woman's hair in one hand and in the other he held a butcher knife to the woman's throat. Maggie prevented another gasp. He hadn't seen her yet, and she pressed herself against the wall, into the shadows.
Steady. Calm. She repeated the mantra in her head. She had prepared herself for this very moment. Had dreaded and dreamed and anticipated it for months. Now was not a time to let fear and panic unravel her nerve. She leaned against the wall, strengthening her position, though her back ached and her squatting knees trembled. From this angle, she could get a clean shot. But she knew she'd be allowed only one. One was all she needed.
Maggie gripped the holster, reaching for her gun. The holster was empty. How could it be empty? She spun around, searching the floor. Had the gun dropped out? Why hadn't she noticed?
Then suddenly, she realized her startled reaction had just blown her cover. When she looked up, the woman was reaching out to her, pleading with her. But Maggie looked past the woman, her eyes meeting Albert Stucky's. He smiled. Then, in one swift motion, he slit the woman's throat.
"No!"
Maggie woke up with a violent jolt, nearly falling out of the recliner. Her fingers groped along the floor. Her heart pounded. She was drenched in sweat. She found her holster and this time ripped the gun out, jumping to her feet and swinging her outstretched arms back and forth, ready to spray the stacked cartons with bullets. Sunlight had only begun to seep into the room, but it was enough to show that she was alone.
She slumped down into the chair. The gun still clenched in her hand, she wiped the perspiration from her forehead and dug the sleep from her eyes with trembling fingers. Still not convinced it was a dream, she clawed at the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up and twisting to see the bloody cut across her abdomen. Yes, the scar was there, a slight pucker of skin. But no, it was not bleeding.
She leaned back in the chair and raked her fingers through her tangled, short hair. Dear God! How much longer could she put up with the nightmares? It had been over eight months since Albert Stucky had trapped her in an abandoned Miami warehouse. She had chased him for almost two years, learning his patterns, studying his depraved habits, performing autopsies on the corpses he left behind and deciphering the bizarre messages for the game he, alone, had decided the two of them would play. But that hot, August evening, he had won, trapping her and making her watch. He had no intention of killing her. He simply wanted her to watch.
Maggie shook her head, willing the images to stay away. She knew she'd be successful as long as she remained awake. They had captured Albert Stucky that bloody night in August, only to have him escape from prison on Halloween. Her boss, FBI Assistant Director Kyle Cunningham, had immediately taken her out of the field. She was one of the Bureau's top criminal profilers, and yet Cunningham had stuck her behind a desk. He had exiled her to teaching at law enforcement conferences, as if complete boredom would be some sort of protection from the madman. Instead it felt like punishment. And she didn't deserve to be punished.
Maggie stood, immediately annoyed at her wobbly knees. She weaved through the maze of cartons to the cabinet in the corner. She checked the clock on the desktop and saw that she had almost two hours before the movers arrived. She laid her gun close by, sorted through the cabinet and brought out a bottle of Scotch. She poured herself a glass, noticing that already her hands were more steady, her heartbeat almost back to normal.
Just then she heard a high-pitched whine coming from the kitchen. Jesus! She dug her fingernails into her arm, feeling the sting and finding no comfort in the fact that she was, indeed, awake this time. She grabbed for her gun and tried to steady her pulse, already racing out of control. She slid against the wall, making her way to the kitchen, trying to listen and sniffing the air. The whining stopped as she got to the doorway.
She prepared herself, arms secure and close to her chest. Her finger pressed against the trigger. This time she was ready. She took a deep breath and swung into the kitchen, her gun pointed directly at Greg's back. He spun around, dropping the freshly opened can of coffee, jumping backward as it crashed to the floor.
"Damn it, Maggie!" He wore only silk boxers. His normally styled blond hair stuck up, and he looked as if he had just gotten out of bed.
"Sorry," Maggie said, desperately trying to keep the panic from her voice. "I didn't hear you come in last night." She tucked the Smith & Wesson .38 into the back waistband of her jeans in an easy, casual motion, as if this was a part of her regular morning routine.
"I didn't want to wake you," he snapped through gritted teeth. Already he had a broom and dustpan and was sweeping up the mess. Gently, he lifted the tipped can, rescuing as much of his precious gourmet coffee as possible. "One of these days, Maggie, you're gonna shoot me by mistake." Then he stopped and looked up at her. "Or maybe it wouldn't be a mistake."
She ignored his sarcasm and walked past him. At the sink, she splashed cold water on her face and the back of her neck, hoping he didn't notice that her hands were still shaking. Though she needn't worry. Greg saw only what he wanted to see.
"I'm sorry," she said again, keeping her back to him. "This would never happen if we had gotten a security system."
"And we would never need a security system if you'd quit your job."
She was so tired of this old argument. She found a dishcloth and wiped the coffee grounds from the counter. "I'd never ask you to quit being a lawyer, Greg."
"It's not the same thing."
"Being a lawyer means just as much to you as being an FBI agent means to me."
"But being a lawyer doesn't get me cut up and almost killed. It doesn't have me stalking around my own house with a loaded gun and almost shooting my spouse." He returned the broom, slamming it into the utility closet.
"Well, after today I guess it won't be an issue," she said quietly.
He stopped. His gray eyes met hers and for a brief moment he looked sad, almost apologetic. Then he looked away, snatching the dishcloth Maggie had set aside. He wiped the counter again in careful, deliberate swipes as though she had disappointed him even in this small task.
"So when are the guys from United getting here?" he wanted to know, as if it were a move they had planned together.
She glanced at the wall clock. "They'll be here at eight. But I didn't hire United."
"Maggie, you have to be careful about movers. They'll rip you off. You should know…" He stopped, as if reminding himself it was no longer any of his business. "Suit yourself." He started filling the coffeemaker with level, precise scoops, pursing his lips to confine the scolding he normally would have unleashed on her.
Maggie watched him, predicting his movements, knowing he'd fill the pot to the three-cup line and that he'd squat to eye level to make certain it was exact. She recognized the familiar routine and wondered when they had become strangers. After almost ten years of marriage, they couldn't even afford each other the courtesies of friendship. Instead, every conversation seemed to be through clenched teeth.
Maggie turned and went back to the spare room, waiting, but hoping he wouldn't follow her. Not this time. She wouldn't get through this day if he continued to scold and pout or worse, if he resorted to telling her he still loved her. Those words should have been a comfort; instead, they had come to feel like a sharp knife, especially when he followed them with, "And if you loved me you would quit your job."
She returned to the liquor cabinet where she had left the glass of Scotch. The sun had barely risen and already she needed her daily dose of liquid bravery to get her through the day. Her mother would be proud. The two of them finally had something in common.
She glanced around the room while she sipped. How could this stack of cartons be the sum of her life? She rubbed a hand over her face, feeling the exhaustion as though it had taken up permanent residence in her bones. How long had it been since she had slept through an entire night? When was the last time she had felt safe? She was so tired of feeling as though she was trapped on a ledge, coming closer and closer to falling.
Assistant Director Cunningham was fooling himself if he believed he could protect her. There was nothing he could do to stop her nightmares, and there was no place he could send her that would be out of Albert Stucky's reach. Eventually, she knew Stucky would come for her. Although it had been five months since Stucky's escape, she knew it with certainty. It could be another month or it could be another five months. It didn't matter how long it took. He would come.
Tess McGowan wished she had worn different shoes. These pinched and the heels were too tall. Every nerve ending in her body concentrated on not tripping as she walked up the winding sidewalk, all the while pretending not to notice the eyes that followed her. The movers had stopped unloading the truck as soon as her black Miata pulled into the drive. Sofa ends stayed in midair. Hand-trucks remained tipped. Boxes were ignored while the men in sweaty, blue uniforms stopped to watch her.
She hated the attention and cringed at the possibility of a wolf whistle. Especially in this well-manicured neighborhood where the sanctuary-like silence would make the whistles even more obscene.
This was ridiculous; her silk blouse stuck to her, and her skin crawled. She wasn't close to being stunning or beautiful. At best, she had a decent figure, one for which she sweated hours at the gym, and she still needed to monitor her cravings for cheeseburgers. She was far from being Playboy-centerfold material, so why did she suddenly feel naked though dressed in a conservative suit?
It wasn't the men's fault. It wasn't even their primal instinct to watch that bothered her as much as what seemed to be her involuntary reflex to put on a show for them. The annoying habit clung to her from her past, like the scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey. Too easily she found herself reminded of Elvis tunes coming from a corner jukebox, always followed by cheap hotel rooms.
But that had been a lifetime ago, certainly too many years ago to trip her up now. After all, she was on her way to becoming a successful businesswoman.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    Love this author!!!!!!!

    She tells a great story and keeps you reading non-stop can,t put down good, love her writting style, she is one of my favs. I have every book she has ever written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2012

    Great book.

    Although her first book was more intense, this book did keep me reading. I read the other reviews and almost didn't waste my time, but im very happy I did. Great book. Good twist, and good ending. I recommend reading!

    I am planning on reading the rest of the "Maggie" series. Definately good reads!

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  • Posted January 25, 2009

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    Awful

    Kava's writing style isn't bad, but follow through is seriously lacking. The heroine is a big fat zero in the likability department. No suspense, nothing to keep you reading. This was my 2nd Kava book and it is my last.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2008

    Sickeningly fascinating

    I had never read an Alex Kava book before, but I do enjoy crime novels. This was just what I like...evil criminal, determined law enforecement, personal glimpses into the lives of the characters. It was hard to put down, and I found myself reading when I knew I only had time for just a page or two.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    Edge of your seat!

    This book really starts with a bang and the rest is so intriguing it's tough to put down. The amount of evil and depth of Stucky is fantastic, while Maggie is an equally strong character. A killer without a conscience - Stucky makes this an exceptional book. There's no excuse not to read this one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2006

    ROX!!!!!!(OUT LOUD)

    I think Split Second is one of the most captivating books I've ever read.It is a spine tingling,bone chilling book! Just like A Perfect Evil& Necessary Evil!All of them fabulous like every other book written by Alex Kava!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2002

    O'Dell no Starling

    To be fair to the author, Mira had given Sharon 'Alex' Kava only six months to produce this followup to A PERFECT EVIL. This, unfortunately, is typical of the publishing industry and its 'Strike while the iron is hot' mindset. <p> It's as obvious in SPLIT SECOND as it was in APE that Kava takes many of her cues from Thomas Harris and his now-legendary Hannibal Lecter series. Harris obviously benefited enormously from being able to take over a decade in writing HANNIBAL, while Kava's editor gave her only one twentieth the time. In fact, Kava had once told me that the first seventeen chapters were written in the first month alone. <p> Still, the so-called central theme of crossing the line separating good and evil in a 'split second' isn't addressed at any appreciable length until the last 60 or so pages of the book. It's a theme that Kava could've explored in a more provocative way even given the brevity of her publishing window, even if for no other reason than in justifying the title. <p> This is a fast read, with smooth pacing, and the return of Nick Morelli, perhaps the most incompetent sheriff in the annals of fiction, is nonetheless a comforting presence. However, many of the male characters, of which there are plenty, are cookie cutter constructs and I find it hard to believe that O'Dell would even still have a badge and a gun given her shrill, strident and paranoid nature throughout the book. AD Cunningham comes across as a washed-out version of Harris's Jack Crawford and Albert Stuckey, too, is a similarly generic serial killer, something that a hack would've created after reading a Writer's Digest book entitled HOW TO CREATE A SERIAL KILLER. <p> The conceit of a killer choosing victims in close proximity to the protagonist is a well-worn theme that has been better employed elsewhere. The denouement, also, is reminiscent of countless other serial killer thrillers in which the heroine has the final confrontation with the bad guy (WATCH ME, CATCH ME, LAST BREATH, SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, etc.). <p> However, Kava seems to have finally done some research in order to make Maggie O'Dell a more believable profiler. However, the author's Catholic sensibilities are reflected in O'Dell and what could have been a rousing love scene (virtually an obligatory ingredient in a Mira book) degenerates into a sloppy handjob because O'Dell is still technically married to her estranged husband Greg. <p> As in the end of APE, Kava sets the stage for the next sequel by occasionally mentioning the Rev. Everett and alluding to Father Keller. I can't help but feel, however, that if Kava were allowed the time, she could create a real winner out of the first meeting between Maggie O'Dell and Albert Stucky that culminated in that Miami warehouse. With the proper treatment, she could make a viable sequel out of that backstory. <p> I'll wait until O'Dell's next adventure comes out in paperback next August or buy a used hard cover on eBay. If Mira cannot give Kava the time to write a better book, then I cannot spend over $23 buying those books.

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  • Posted May 24, 2013

    Very highly recommended

    Each of the Alex Kava books is better that the last and I eagerly await the chance to get another of her books!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2006

    Racing the Clock!

    Of all of Alex Kava's books Split Second is a little hard to get into at first, because all that she talks about is how Maggie O'Dell is separated from her husband. But then strange things start happening. Everyone in BSU office is tiptoeing around her because of a previous case about a serial killer named Albert Stucky. O'Dell still has nightmares about the event and is forced to see a psychologist. The fireball that O'Dell is she can¿t stop herself from blowing up at her shrink. After leaving she finds out that she has new partner, which she isn¿t happy about. O¿Dell is a lone wolf, and overworks. When the story finally shifts to a new case odd similarities start to show up from a previous case. In fact this new case and the Albert Stucky case are oddly alike. O'Dell and her new partner have to hurry in order to catch the killer before he kills anymore people. Later on someone close to O'Dell is captured and they have to race the clock to save her. This was a wonderful book, but a little slower paced than her last book, but just as intriguing. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2003

    Slow Moving

    After reading A Perfect Evil, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I couldn't wait to read Split Second. I must say that the book just seemed to drag on and didn't have the energy as A Perfect Evil.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2003

    another thriller, second only to a Perfect Evil

    Another excellent story by Alex Kave. She holds my attention and shares the kind of suspence I enjoy. The stories are in a variety of locations across the US that bring realalty and intrest to the reader. She had researched both the victims and muders roles to perfection. I hope to see Alex Kava become another Patrica Cornwell!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2002

    Alex Kava - Even Better The Second Time Around!

    I read this book first and couldn't put it down. Very fast paced and a real page turner. I felt I had discovered a new mystery-thriller writer that needs to be applauded for her skill. Can't wait to see what she comes up with next. I hope she writes a sequel to "A Perfect Evil" - the story is still lingering....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2001

    REAL FUN

    Good reading. Strong characters and fast action make it one you want to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2001

    Absolutely great!!!!!

    I simply love this author her books are super good. Keeping you guessing until the last. Can't wait for her next book. Please hurry:):):)):)

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    They nicknamed him the Collector because Albert Stuckey captured his victims and slowly tortured and raped them over a period of months in ways too horrible to imagine. Eventually he broke their will to live before killing them. Top FBI profiler Maggie O¿Dell spent two years profiling Alex before she could help bring him down and see him locked away. <P>During a transfer to a maximum-security prison, Stuckey frees himself and kills two armed escorts before vanishing. When the FBI learns about the Collector¿s escape, they remove Maggie from the field and reassign her to a teaching position. However when acquaintances of Maggie are murdered with an M.O. identical to that of Alex, she is placed in charge of the case in the hopes that lightning strikes twice. If she fails she knows she will be better off dead. <P> SPLIT SECOND centers on the obsessive behavior of the heroine and the villain especially towards one another because both are not just determined, they need to bring their opponent down. Thus readers have a front row seat to the ultimate cat and mouse game in which the person playing the feline seems to change with every twist of the plot. Alex Kava fills her psychological thriller with plenty of action as well, but it is her characters whose motivations are quite understandable and moves the audience. SPLIT SECOND is one book that would be a crime for sub-genre fans to miss. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2001

    A GREAT SERIAL KILLER THRILLER

    Many say that FBI agent Maggie O¿Dell has lost it, but none of them know the mental torture she had endured while trying to capture killer Albert Stucky. Since the capture of Stucky, Maggie has had to live with her fellow co-workers belittling her, as well as the images of the victims she could not save. But, as Maggie is getting a grip on her life, she learns the news that Stucky has escaped. As the body count rises, and the trail seems to be leading directly to Maggie, The Bureau puts her back on the case, only this time the hunt will push her to the limits, as Stucky has his own twisted game he wants to play. Under the supervision of Special Agent R.J. Tully, Maggie will follow the trail of victims, only to discover she is on the verge of crossing the line¿one that separates her from the madman she is hunting down. And, she is left wondering one thing, has her need to stop Stucky turned her into a monster? `Split Second¿ is an awesome follow- up to the thriller `A Perfect Evil¿. The pages turn as fast as the bodies fall, and even though Alex Kava keeps the suspense pumped, she manages to detail the troubles of her heroine, giving readers an understanding of what is going through Maggie¿s mind. With this, her second novel, Alex Kava has become an author to reckon with in the thriller genre. As many people are trying to write good serial killer novels, Ms. Kava is doing it. And, as with the novel before it, `Split Second¿ is a page-turning tale of cat and mouse that will further catapult the author to the forefront of thriller writers. Nick Gonnella

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