Stop Me (Last Stand Series #2)

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Who was the real killer?

Romain Fornier lost his reason for living when his daughter was kidnapped and murdered. He used a cop's gun to mete out his own justice and spent the next few years in prison. Once he was freed, he returned to his Cajun roots in small-town Louisiana. But now he learns that he might have killed the wrong man.

Jasmine Stratford, a psychological profiler, is convinced his daughter's killer is still alive—and that she and ...

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Overview

Who was the real killer?

Romain Fornier lost his reason for living when his daughter was kidnapped and murdered. He used a cop's gun to mete out his own justice and spent the next few years in prison. Once he was freed, he returned to his Cajun roots in small-town Louisiana. But now he learns that he might have killed the wrong man.

Jasmine Stratford, a psychological profiler, is convinced his daughter's killer is still alive—and that she and Romain have something in common. She believes the same man kidnapped her sister, Kimberly, sixteen years ago.

What happens next?

Jasmine is determined to track him down when she receives an anonymous package, postmarked New Orleans—the bracelet she gave Kimberly for her eighth birthday. She approaches Romain because she knows he can help her… if he chooses.

But searching for the man who irrevocably changed both their lives means they have to rise to a killer's challenge:

stop me.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778329053
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 2/1/2010
  • Series: Last Stand Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 1,463,464
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak has penned over 45 novels. A two-time Rita nominee, she's won The National Reader's Choice, The Bookseller's Best, The Bookbuyer's Best and many other awards. She runs an annual online auction for diabetes research every May at www.brendanovak.com. To date, she’s raised over $2 million. Brenda considers herself lucky to be a mother of five and married to the love of her life.
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Sacramento, California
The present…

When Jasmine Stratford opened the package, she was standing in the middle of a crowded mall. Suddenly she couldn't hear a single sound. The laughing, the talking, the click-clack of shoes on the colorful floor, the Christmas music that'd been playing in the background—it all disappeared as her ears began to ring.

"What is it?" Sheridan Kohl touched her arm, eyebrows gathered in concern.

The words came to Jasmine as if from a great distance, but she couldn't speak. Her lungs worked frantically, but her chest felt so tight she couldn't expand her diaphragm. Sweat trickled down her spine, causing her crisp cotton blouse to stick to her as she stared at the silver-and-pink bracelet she'd just pulled from the small cardboard box.

"What is it, Jaz?" Still frowning, her friend took the bracelet from Jasmine's cold fingers. As she read the name spelled out in silver letters separated by pink beads, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, God!" she murmured, pressing a hand to her chest.

Jasmine's head spun. Afraid she might pass out, she reached for Sheridan, who helped her to the center of the mall and asked a man sitting in one of the few seats to move.

He collected the shopping bags piled at his feet and jumped up, allowing Jasmine to sink onto the hard plastic chair.

"Hey, she no looking good, eh? She sick or somet'ing?" he asked.

"She's just suffered a terrible shock," Sheridan explained.

The words floated over Jasmine as if they'd been written in the air, each letter flying past her, meaningless. Her nervous system seemed to be shutting down. Overload. Rejection of current input. Inability to cope.

"Don't move," Sheridan barked and put the bracelet back in the box on her lap. "I'll get you something to drink."

Jasmine couldn't have moved even if she wanted to. Her rubbery legs refused to support her weight, or she would've walked out of the mall. People were beginning to stare.

"What's wrong?" someone murmured, pausing near the Mexican man who was still watching her curiously.

"I don't know, but she no look good, eh?" he repeated.

A teenage boy ventured closer. "Are you okay, lady?"

"Maybe someone should call the paramedics," a woman said.

Wave them away. But Jasmine's thoughts were so focused on what was in her lap, she couldn't even raise her hand. She'd made that bracelet as a gift for her little sister. She remembered Kimberly's delight when she'd unwrapped it on her eighth birthday, her last birthday before the tall man with the beard entered their house in Cleveland one sunny afternoon and took her away.

Jasmine's mind veered from the memories. Until she was twelve, she'd led such a safe and happy life she'd never dreamed she would encounter a threat in her own home. Strangers were people outside on the street. This man had acted like one of her father's workers, whose faces changed so often she wasn't familiar with them all. They were always coming to the house to pick up equipment for his satellite TV business, to get a check, to drop off some paperwork. Occasionally he hired vagrants to organize his warehouse or build a fence or even clean up the yard. In any event, she'd believed their visitor was a nice guy.

Heaven help her, she'd believed he was nice. And she'd let it happen….

"You want I should call an ambulance?" the Mexican man ventured.

Jasmine had to cover her mouth so the screams inside her didn't escape. Breathe deeply. Get hold of yourself. After nearly destroying each other with their bitterness and grief, her parents had given up hope. But she'd kept a candle burning deep inside. And now this…

Sheridan returned and nudged her way through the four or five people who were watching to see if Jasmine would rally. "I've got her. Everything's fine," she told them, and they began to drift off, but not without a backward glance. "Drink this," she said.

The freshly squeezed lemonade tasted reassuringly normal.

A man seated next to them stood and offered Sheridan his chair. She thanked him and perched on the edge of it.

After a few minutes, Jasmine's breathing and heart rate slowed. Still, she was damp with sweat and when she tried to talk tears slipped down her cheeks.

"It's okay." Putting an arm around her, Sheridan squeezed her shoulders. "Take all the time you need."

Jasmine appreciated her friend's empathy, but now that the shock was wearing off she had so many questions. Who had sent the bracelet? Why after so long? What'd happened to her sister? And the biggest question of all—was there any chance that Kimberly was still alive?

"I'm so sorry I brought that package with me, that you had to deal with this in a public setting." Sheridan's expression revealed her chagrin. "When I saw it sitting on the reception desk with the rest of the mail, I thought it might be something you've been waiting for. I knew you weren't planning on coming into the office today so I was…" she shrugged helplessly "…trying to be helpful."

Jasmine wiped her eyes. "It's okay. Of course you'd never expect anything like this."

"Who sent it?"

"I don't know." She studied the box. There was no return address. There wasn't even a note, just some crumpled packaging material—

Jasmine's pulse spiked. Wait a minute… There was something written on one of the papers that'd been wadded up.

Careful not to tear the note or get her fingerprints all over it, she flattened it out—and saw two words printed in what appeared to be blood: Stop me.

That night, Jasmine hovered over the phone. Should she tell her parents about the bracelet? She couldn't decide. According to the cancellation stamp, the package had been sent from New Orleans, but she didn't know if she'd ever be able to glean more information than that. She was reluctant to open old wounds—and yet, her folks had a right to the information, didn't they? Would they want to know?

She picked up the handset. Her father would. After the bearded man took Kimberly, Peter Stratford had become so single-minded in his quest to find his youngest daughter that he'd eventually lost everything—his business, his wife, his home. He'd searched until he'd nearly driven himself mad. Searched until everyone else in his life, including Jasmine, had become nothing more than shadows. Even then he'd given up only because he had no choice. There was nowhere else to go, nothing more he could do.

Now that Peter had moved on, he was doing better than he had in years. Would learning about Kimberly's bracelet send him into another tailspin?

Jasmine set the phone down again. It probably wasn't wise to take the chance.

And then there was her East Indian mother. Gauri was so full of bitterness and blame, toward Peter and Jasmine, she had difficulty being in the same room with either of them.

The phone rang. Nervous that it might be one of her parents—that she'd be confronted with a situation she hadn't figured out how to handle—she checked caller ID, then breathed a sigh of relief. It was her friend and coworker, Skye Kellerman. Actually, Skye Willis since her marriage last year.

Dropping into a seat at the kitchen table, Jasmine rubbed her fingers over her left eyebrow as she answered. "Hello?"

"I just got your message. And several from Sheridan, too." Skye's voice came across as brisk, worried. "I'm sorry it took me a few hours to get back to you. David and I were in Tahoe and didn't have phone reception."

"It's fine," Jasmine said.

"It's not fine. Are you okay?"

Jasmine wasn't sure. One minute she was filled with rekindled hope, the next terrified that nothing could change the outcome of her sister's abduction. "I'm okay," she said, although her mind added a little "not."

"This is so…unexpected," Skye exclaimed. "Why now? Why after so many years?"

Jasmine had asked herself the same question. But it hadn't taken long to come up with the most probable answer. "It must be because of the publicity on the Polinaro case." Four weeks ago, she'd been on America's Most Wanted, profiling a sex offender who'd victimized nine boys. When authorities got too close, he fled. She'd been invited on the show to suggest places he might have gone, things he might be doing.

"Of course," Skye agreed. "That episode aired right before Thanksgiving."

"How else would he have known where to find me?" After her mother had remarried and left Cleveland, where Jasmine was born, Jasmine had dropped out of high school and moved away from home, starting a three-year descent into drug abuse and self-destruction. During that time, she'd drifted from one city to another, working odd jobs, even begging in the streets for enough money for one more fix. She doubted anyone could've tracked her movements back then. Her parents certainly hadn't been aware, much of the time, of where she was or what she was doing. It wasn't until Harvey Nolasco, a long-distance trucker, picked her up and insisted she get some help that she settled down. And then she'd married a white man, like her mother, and became Jasmine Nolasco for a short while.

"I'm pretty sure they posted our address at the charity," Skye said.

"They did." When dealing with the media, Jasmine always mentioned her affiliation with The Last Stand. TLS relied exclusively on donations to keep its doors open. She couldn't miss the chance to raise public awareness and support, and it'd proved to be a good move. Since the episode had aired, they'd received thousands of dollars—and more requests for help than ever before.

"The package came to the office, right?" Skye clarified.

"Sher found it with the other mail and brought it with her when we met for lunch."

"Have you had anyone inspect that note?"

"We took it directly to the police."

"And?"

"They confirmed it was written in b-blood." She stumbled over the last word because picturing the large square letters on that note sent a chill up her spine.

"Do you think it could be Kimberly's?" Skye said.

"Even if she's dead, I suppose it could've been frozen."

"But you're guessing? You don't have any psychic perception about this?"

"None. I'm too close to it." Her impressions came and went at random, anyway. Although her abilities had helped in a few heavily publicized cases, sometimes even she didn't know if she could trust the brief visions that occasionally intruded into normal thought.

"There's still the potential for profiling, isn't there?"

Jasmine had a GED and barely thirty credit hours of college, all of which she'd obtained in the two years she'd been married to Harvey, but she read just about everything she could find on deviant behavior and psychological profiling and had become so proficient at it that the FBI occasionally called her in as a consultant. Some people assumed it was her psychic ability that made her so good, but she knew it was primarily an instinctive understanding of human nature and the knowledge she'd gained through self-education that guided her, because she could do it even when she had no discernible psychic response.

"Yes. This is more about the shock." Half standing in order to reach it, Jasmine pulled the box across the table. The note was on top of the fridge, where it wasn't likely to get damaged, and the bracelet was in her jewelry box because she couldn't bear to look at it. "He's letting me know he's the one who took Kimberly," she said, her finger running over the deep grooves created by the ballpoint pen he'd used to address it. "Without the note, the bracelet could conceivably have come from someone peripherally connected to the abduction. Maybe someone who knows the kidnapper and what he did—a friend, relative or wife who wants to do the right thing but doesn't dare come forward for fear of reprisal. And…" she hesitated, trying to get a feel for the type of person who'd do something like this "…the blood is to upset me, to let me know he's serious."

"About what?" Skye asked.

"About stopping him."

"That makes it sound like he's playing games."

"It's not a game; it's a challenge. He doesn't have the guts or the willpower to turn himself in. But he knows he needs to be stopped." The Last Stand was more deeply imprinted in the cardboard than the other words. As her fingers moved over the letters, the impressions Jasmine had thought weren't there, or were repressed because of her closeness to the victim, suddenly began to flow. She could see the man with the beard—a face she'd long forgotten and despaired of ever describing accurately enough so police could track him down. Although still partially hidden in shadow, as if he stood beneath the shaded eaves of a house, the image took her breath away. "He's a killer."

"You're sure?"

She could sense the bloodlust. "Positive."

"Does he feel guilty about that?"

Jasmine was tempted to lift her fingers from the words he'd written, to break the gossamer thread of energy that'd sparked the foreign thoughts and feelings swirling through her. It was frightening, uncharted territory for someone who tolerated, rather than embraced, her psychic gifts. But she couldn't. She knew this might be her only chance to learn something about this man that would give him away. "Not guilt. That would take empathy." Closing her eyes, she experienced his confusion, his desire to be like everyone else. "It's not a cry to ease the pain he's inflicting on others. It's a cry to stop the pain he's feeling himself. It's all about him. He kills to stop the pain."

"What does he get out of hurting others?"

"A power high. He craves…" The answers were coming, but they were so dark, so frightening, Jasmine's mind balked. She pulled her hands away and went blank.

"Attention?" Skye finished.

"That and recognition, for starters." Jasmine stared at the box. He'd felt closer than he'd been in the sixteen years since he'd stood in her living room, talking to Kimberly. Too close. It made her queasy, but she retraced the individual letters he'd written, forcing her subconscious to go where it refused. For Kimberly.

"So you think there are others?" Skye asked.

The scraggly beard. The bottle-green eyes. The bladelike nose. The baggy, dirty clothes…

"Jasmine?" Skye prompted when she didn't answer.

It was no use. The vision was gone, leaving her with only the memory of it. "What?" she said.

"Do you think he's kidnapped other children?"

Covering her eyes with a shaky hand, Jasmine took a deep breath. "Don't you?"

"Killers don't kill everyone they meet. It could be that he's held Kimberly captive all these years and not taken anyone else.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2008

    Unputdownable

    This book was incredible. Read it in one day. Brenda Novak gives her readers what they want...mystery, romance, humor, suspense. The believability factor in this book is one of the things that makes it so hard to stop reading. Romain and Jasmine were great together. Breathtaking read.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    dark thriller

    In a Sacramento mall, Jasmine ¿Jaz¿ Stratford opens a package and almost faints in shock when she sees what is inside it, the bracelet. She thinks back to sixteen years ago to Cleveland when she was twelve and made the bracelet as a birthday present to her eight years old sister Kimberly before the bearded tall man too her away. Kimberly was never found and her case went cold. Now the package postmarked from New Orleans also contains a strange note written in blood: ¿STOP ME¿. --- Jaz heads to New Orleans where she meets Romain Fornier, who four years ago killed the murderer of his then ten years old daughter. However Jaz believes, Romain did not kill his child¿s murderer and that same person who kidnapped Kimberly years ago is still free, taunting and taking children. Although he doubts her theory that the monster lives Romain joins Jaz as they search to stop a serial pedophile killer. --- The second Last Stand tale (see TRUST ME) is a dark thriller that keeps the romantic subplot for the most part in the background. The story line is fast-paced from the moment the package is opened and never slows down as Jaz and Romain work one clue at a time. The epilogue is perfect as it wraps up with the right touch to a grim realism. Readers will appreciate this deep dark tale in which love and a bit of jocularity are the only tiny spots of light in a gloomy environs. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2012

    Sweetberry

    Goodbye brightfur i will miss you dearly. *lays her favorite flowers on her grave* it will be odd with out you here. You will always be remembered and never forgoten. Lightningstar. Im sorry to say but my nook is acting werid and every where i have posted im locked out of so if you do not see my posts dont worry. Though this might be the last time you see me. If not ill be at kis.

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    Lightningstar

    *walks in with a rose and a tulip* i will always remember u. Free spirited good willed. Strong headed. U never gave up even when u gaave me hard times. May God lighten ur path in hopes to find peace and serenity in heaven. I can not express how much u meant to me and i wish u were back. My brother will b there for u. I am devastated, hurt beyond repair. But life must go on and there it shall. U will always be in my heart. Forever and always. *lays the two flowers beside the tomb stone* may u havea pain free life and a place where u can find sanity. The Prayer "I pray you'll be our eyes. And watch us where we go. And help us to be wise in times when we dont know. Let this be our prayer when we lose our way. Lead us to a place guide us with your grace to a place where we'll be safe. I pray you'll find our light-I pray you'll find our light. And hold it in our hearts-and hold it in our hearts. When stars go out each night-when stars go out each night. Eternal light will shine-oooooo. Let this be our prayer. When shadows fill our day- when shadows fill our day. Lead us to a place guide us with grace give us strength so we'll be safe. Sono monmondo sensa pio volenca un no no di la de spranza. Un no no dia la mana al suo vacino symbolo de pache. De tra tare nee ta. We ask that life be kind-we ask that life be kind. And watch us from above- and watch us from above. We hope each soul will find- we hope each soul will find. Another soul to love- another soul to love. Let this be our prayer. Just like every child- just like every child. Lead us to a place guide us with your grace give us faith so we'll b safe. Elef de chae. High en ses o nio. Sento che k salvae ra.

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    Posted May 28, 2012

    BRIGHTFUR/MADISON R.I.P.

    Friends and family: atlanta leo gramma granpa dad lightningstar barthlomeow all relitives not listed ravenclan timeclan firetail and leah. Post memories about me here. Brightfur was a loyal but sidetracking cat who was kidnapped shot paralyzed and father was killed by homicidal car crash one day later.

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    Bartholomeow/timmy

    Cries and says i am sorry for being so weird to u. And stealing your job as deputy. We have moved four places since we have met and i have always looked for your posts. I will miss your suprise posts. I will miss u oldie. Timmy: u may not know me much brightfur but i will miss u

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