The Stranger You Seek (Keye Street Series #1)

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In the sweltering heat of an Atlanta summer, a killer is pushing the city to its breaking point, preying on the unsuspecting, writing taunting letters to the media, promising more death. Desperate to stop the Wishbone Killer, A.P.D. lieutenant Aaron Rauser turns to the one person he knows can penetrate a deranged mind: Keye Street, an ex–FBI profiler and former addict who now picks up jobs where she can get them. But the last thing Keye wants is to be pulled into the firestorm of Atlanta’s worst nightmare. And ...

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In the sweltering heat of an Atlanta summer, a killer is pushing the city to its breaking point, preying on the unsuspecting, writing taunting letters to the media, promising more death. Desperate to stop the Wishbone Killer, A.P.D. lieutenant Aaron Rauser turns to the one person he knows can penetrate a deranged mind: Keye Street, an ex–FBI profiler and former addict who now picks up jobs where she can get them. But the last thing Keye wants is to be pulled into the firestorm of Atlanta’s worst nightmare. And then it suddenly becomes clear that the hunter has become the hunted—and the stranger she seeks is far closer than she ever dared imagine.

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Advance praise for The Stranger You Seek
“She is the best fictional female P.I. since Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone. And with its shocking triple-twist climax, this is the best private eye debut since Dennis Lehane's "A Drink Before the War." Grade: A  —Cleveland Plain-Dealer

“This is a character-driven, nonstop thriller with flashes of wit and romance that builds to a harrowing climax; fans of the genre will want to get in at the start.”  —Booklist
“Williams (Club Twelve, 1994, etc.) creates a frightening and occasionally witty novel, perfect for those who can sleep with one eye open. Think Mary Higgins Clark with an edge.”  —Kirkus (starred review)

“An explosive, unpredictable, and psychologically complex thriller that turns crime fiction cliches inside out….Those looking for a strong female protagonist not a sexpot and as intelligent, tough, and flawed as any male thriller hero will be richly rewarded.”  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“An exceptionally smart, harrowing, and funny character-driven debut by a welcome new thriller writer.”—New York Times bestselling author Karin Slaughter
“There’s a new voice in Atlanta, and her name is Amanda Kyle Williams. A dark, gritty thriller, The Stranger You Seek is a sensational debut. Readers will relish this story’s many captivating, powerful, and compelling layers.”—New York Times bestselling author Julia Spencer-Fleming

The Stranger You Seek is a page-turning thrill ride from a writer with a sure hand, keen psychological insight, and a devious imagination. Keye Street is my kind of detective: complicated, savvy, flawed, and blessed with a sharply observant dark wit. This is a great read from a powerful new voice.”—New York Times bestselling author Joshilyn Jackson
“From its chilling first page, The Stranger You Seek hurtles heroine Keye Street into a race against time that crosses the finish line with a satisfying twist, leaving readers breathlessly waiting for the next installment.”—New York Times bestselling author Wendy Corsi Staub

The Stranger You Seek is filled with rich, evocative prose that transports you straight to the South and right into the psyche of new heroine Keye Street. She’s formidable, but poignantly human as she struggles to navigate her present while battling shadows of her past. You can almost feel the Georgia humidity when you read this book, but you’ll definitely feel the heat when the victims of a calculating, relentless serial killer start stacking up. This book burns rubber to the end, so carve out some downtime, because you won’t want to leave Keye hanging.”—PJ Tracy, author of the Monkeewrench series
“Keye Street is a kick-ass protagonist! Strap yourself in for a twisting, turning carnival ride of a plot through the New South—this is compulsive reading!”—Vicki Lane, author of The Day of Small Things
The Stranger You Seek is a riveting debut with rapid-fire pacing, expert plotting, and an introduction to the memorable and winning Keye Street. Both Williams and Street should be around for the long haul, so discover them now from the start.”—Alafair Burke, author of Long Gone

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553593808
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/29/2012
  • Series: Keye Street Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 246,279
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Amanda Kyle Williams is the author of the Madison McGuire espionage novels. The Stranger You Seek marks her suspense debut. Williams is currently at work on the second Keye Street thriller, The Stranger in the Room.

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My name is Keye Street. First name from my Asian grandfather; my adoptive parents awarded me the second. By trade I am a detective, private, that is, a process server and bail recovery agent. In life, I am a dry alcoholic, a passionate believer in Krystal cheeseburgers and Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and a former behavioral analyst for the FBI. How I ended up here in the South, where I have the distinction of looking like what they still call a damn foreigner in most parts of Georgia and sounding like a hick everywhere else in the world, is a mystery Emily and Howard Street have never fully unraveled for me. I know they had wanted a child so badly they adopted a scrawny Chinese American with questionable genes from an orphanage. My grandparents and guardians had been murdered and my biological parents consisted of two drug addicts and one exotic dancer. I have no memory of them. They took flight shortly after my birth. I can only manage a word or two in Chinese, but my mother, Emily Street, who is as proficient in innuendo as anyone I've ever known, taught me a lot about the subtle and passive-aggressive language of southern women. They had tried for a cute little white kid, but something in my father's past, something they have for my entire life flat-out refused to share with me, got them rejected. It didn't take me long to understand that southerners are deeply secretive.

I embraced the South as a child, loved it passionately and love it still. You learn to forgive it for its narrow mind and growing pains because it has a huge heart. You forgive the stifling summers because spring is lush and pastel sprinkled, because November is astonishing in flame and crimson and gold, because winter is merciful and brief, because corn bread and sweet tea and fried chicken are every bit as vital to a Sunday as getting dressed up for church, and because any southerner worth their salt says please and thank you. It's soft air and summer vines, pine woods and fat homegrown tomatoes. It's pulling the fruit right off a peach tree and letting the juice run down your chin. It's a closeted and profound appreciation for our neighbors in Alabama who bear the brunt of the Bubba jokes. The South gets in your blood and nose and skin bone-deep. I am less a part of the South than it is a part of me. It's a romantic notion, being overcome by geography. But we are all a little starry-eyed down here. We're Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara and Rosa Parks all at once.

My African American brother, Jimmy, whom my parents adopted two years after I moved in, had a different experience entirely. Not being white, we were both subjected to ignorance and stereotyping, but even that seemed to work in my favor and against Jimmy. People were often surprised that I spoke English and charmed that I spoke it with a southern accent. They also assumed my Asian heritage made me above average. I was expected and encouraged to excel. The same people would have crossed the street at night to avoid sharing a sidewalk with my brother, assuming that being both black and male he was also dangerous. He'd picked up our mother's coastal Carolina accent, the type usually reserved for southern whites in a primarily white neighborhood at a time when diversity was not necessarily something to be celebrated. He couldn't seem to find a comfortable slot for himself in any community, and he spent high school applying to West Coast universities and carefully plotting his escape. Jimmy's a planner. And careful with everything. Never screwed up his credit, never got fired, never had addiction issues, and never rode down Fifth Avenue in New York City after a few too many with his head sticking through the sunroof of a limo yelling "Hey, y'all" like I did. Jimmy's the well- behaved child. He now lives in Seattle with his lover, Paul, and not even the promise of Mother's blackberry cobbler is an attractive enough offer to bring him home to Georgia.

How I came to be here this night, edging my way along an old frame porch, double-clutching my 10mm Glock, body pressed flat against the house, peeling paint sticking to the back of my black T-shirt and drifting onto cracked wood, is another story entirely.

I had once been called Special Agent Street. It has a nice ring, doesn't it? I was superbly trained for this kind of work, had done my time in the field before transferring to the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime (NCAVC) at Quantico as a criminal investigative analyst, a profiler. A few years later, the FBI took away my security pass and my gun, and handed me a separation notice.

"You have the brains and the talent, Dr. Street. You merely lack focus."

I remember thinking at that moment that the only thing I really lacked was a drink, which was, of course, part of the problem.

I was escorted that day to the FBI garage, where my old convertible, a '69 Impala, white-on-white and about half a mile long, was parked at an angle over the line between two spaces. Fire one Special Agent, get back two parking spots. Sweet deal.

Now, four years later, I passed under the curtained front window and congratulated myself on accomplishing this soundlessly. Then the rotting porch creaked. The strobe from a television danced across the windows, volume so low I could barely make it out. I waited, still, listening for any movement inside, then stuck my head round and tried to peek between the curtains. I could see the outline of a man. Whoa! A big outline.

Jobs like this can be tricky. Bail jumpers move fast. You've got to go in when you can and take your chances. No time to learn the neighborhood, the routines, the visitors. I was here without the benefit of surveillance, without backup, going in cold with my heart thundering against my chest and adrenaline surging like water through a fire hose. I could taste it. Almonds and saccharin. I was scared shitless and I liked it.


The streetlamps were out, the night draped in billowy white clouds that cast a faint light across the overgrown yard and locked in the heat like a blanket. Atlanta in summer-suffocating and damp. Nerves and humidity sent sweat trickling from my hairline and over my darkened cheekbones. I was grease-painted and dressed for night work, crouching near the front door, searching my black canvas backpack for Tom. Anyway I called it Tom, as in Peeping Tom, a thirty-six-inch fiber optic tube with a miniature screen attached to one end, an electronic eye to the other. Tom takes a lot of the guesswork out of jobs like this. As I twisted and turned the tiny tube under the door, I got a pretty good look at the front room.

The subject, Antonio Johnson, was a repeat violent offender. He'd been out of prison for two months when he robbed a convenience store. I had traced him to Canada three weeks ago and lost him. But his ex-wife was in Atlanta and Johnson had a history of stalking her. She'd been getting hang-ups again. A trace of the calls, with the help of a friend at APD, led to a pay phone in a sleazy motel in Atlanta's crack- infested West End. I found people there who knew Johnson. One of them ratted him out for thirty dollars. He was staying at a place off Jonesboro Road near Boulevard and the federal penitentiary. There even locals check their car doors at stoplights and commuters take the long way around after dark.

I could see him on the three-inch viewer, sitting on a ragged couch, feet on the edge of a wooden utility spool coffee table. He appeared to be alone, a beer in his right hand, his left hand in his lap and partially hidden from view. You hiding something under there, big guy?

Hovering in the damp air around the front porch, just above the sweet, sick scent of trash and empty beer cans, was the aroma of something synthetic like Super Glue and Styrofoam.

I released the safety on the Glock, then tapped on the front door. I was going to use my best woman-in-distress voice, say I needed a phone, say I had a flat, say something, anything, to get the door open. I wasn't sure. I'd learned to improvise since I'd been on my own.

Johnson didn't hesitate. I got a glimpse on my tiny viewer of something coming out of his lap seconds before he blew a hole in the door near my ear the size of a softball. The blast was cannon-loud, splintered the door, and left me light-headed and tumbling off the porch to safer ground.

Another blast. The front windows exploded. Glass flew like shrapnel. I balled up against the side of the porch and felt the sting on my neck and arms and knew I was cut, then rose up enough to get a shot off in the general direction of the front window. I didn't want to shoot him. I merely wanted him to back off a little.

. . . Then silence.

I took the porch steps in a half crouch, made it to the door. Still quiet. I tried reaching through the hole in the door to unlatch it. That's when I heard it, a shotgun, a goddamn pump-action, and if you've ever heard the sound, you'll never forget it-the foregrip sliding back, one shell ejecting, another pushing into the carrier, the bolt closing. It happens in a split second with a good operator, and Johnson had had plenty of practice.

I pressed my back against the house, took a breath, took a moment. A quick reality check is always a good idea in these situations. Did I really want to get killed bringing in this guy? Hell no, I did not, but the adrenal flood of mania this kind of event produces propelled me forward rather than back, which perhaps illustrates most effectively the differences between those of us in this business and the sane population.

Boom! Johnson let the shotgun loose once more. I felt it under my feet, like a fireworks show when the ground shakes. He was probably making his own loads. God only knew what he was firing at me. Another chunk of front door blew out. Then the pop, pop, pop, pop of an automatic weapon.

On three, I told myself.

. . . One . . . Two . . . Two and a half . . . Two and three quarters. Fuck! Three!

I put everything I had behind one of the black combat boots I wear for this kind of work and went for the space just above the front doorknob. It had no fight left, splintered and swung open. I flattened back against the house and waited.

. . . Silence.

Glock steadied with both hands, heart slamming so hard I felt a vein in my throat tick, tick, ticking against my shirt collar. I stepped around the corner and surveyed the front room, a living-room/dining- room combo pack. I could see the kitchen beyond that, a hallway. I was figuring the place for two bedrooms and a bath. I'd poked around outside for quite a while before making my move, counting doors and windows. So where was he? A bedroom, the hallway?

. . . Then pop, pop, pop. I hit the floor and rolled into the tiny dining room, got off a few rounds in case he had any ideas about coming to find me.

"Bail recovery, Mr. Johnson! Drop your weapon and come out with your hands behind your head. Do it now!"

"A chick?" Johnson yelled back, and laughed. "No fucking way!"

Then I heard the back door opening, the screen slamming. I rushed into the kitchen and saw the door swinging half off its hinges, and beyond that the white letters on Johnson's T-shirt bobbed across the dark backyard toward the fence.

I took the back steps into the yard and watched with some satisfaction as Johnson neared the fence and the gate. I'd left something back there in case it came to this, which had been a pretty good bet.

It didn't take long. It was a postage-stamp small yard with a chain- link fence and a horseshoe lever on the gate. Johnson grabbed the fence, and just as he tried to hoist himself over, a blue-white explosion knocked him backward. Just a little black powder, some petroleum jelly, a battery and a couple of wires, a few fireworks to slow him down. My ears rang from five feet away and for a couple of seconds I had to fight my way through a million tiny flashbulbs.

Johnson lay there like a slug, motionless. I approached him cautiously, Glock steady, and checked him for signs of life. Breathing fine. Out cold. I pulled his big arms up behind him. His palms were scorched.

"It wasn't supposed to be quite that dramatic," I told his limp body as I snapped cuffs on his wrists and threaded a belt around his waist and through the cuffs. "But then I really don't know shit about explosives."

I rolled him onto his back. With one size-thirteen shoe in each hand, I attempted to drag him by the ankles. Damn. The guy was at least two- sixty and dead weight. I'm five-five on tiptoes and one-ten if I drink enough water. I moved him about three inches before I gave up. I could have used my mobile phone to call the cops for a pickup, but the girl jokes would have run for weeks at APD.

I plopped down on the ground and poked him in the ribs with my Glock. "Come on, you big fat baby, wake up."

His eyelids rose a full minute before his eyes were able to focus.

"Hi," I said cheerfully, shining my flashlight into his bloodshot brown eyes. I was holding it cop-style over my shoulder and near my face. "Remember me?"

He squirmed angrily, then made grunting animal sounds when he realized his hands were locked behind him.

"Now, would you like to walk your fat ass to my car, or you want me to call the cops?"

"Who you if you ain't no cop?"

I thought about that. It wasn't a bad question. "Soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know," I promised him, nudging him again to get him on his feet. But he was having trouble getting up without his hands. I got behind him and pushed.

"Ever think about a diet?"

"You like it, bitch," Johnson slurred. He seemed a little loopy. "You want some Antonio. You know you do."

Oh yeah, bring it on. Nothing like a big ole fat man with a prison record.

"Okay, Lard Boy. Lets you and me take a drive."

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

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    A fascinating debut thriller

    This exciting thriller from a new suspense author will introduce to readers a completely never-to-be-forgotton heroine. Keye Street was an orphan and adopted by an American couple in Atlanta when she was very young. As an adult, Keye worked as an FBI Profiler but she had drinking problems and was let go by the FBI. After rehab, she decided to open her own Private Investigation business and business has been good. At the start of this novel readers are introduced to a very clever serial killer who has been harassing Atlanta for a while and writing letters to the police saying: "You have either concluded that I am a braggart as well as a sadist or that I have a deep and driving need to be caught and punished. And you must be wondering if I am, in fact, the stranger you seek. Shall I convince you?" The Atlanta Police Department, mainly Lt. Aaron Rauser, knowing Keye's background as a profiler, asks her if she will help him out on this case. Keye agrees because she feels she can fit the case in while still catching bail jumpers, running down corporate crooks, serving restraining orders and delivering subpoenas. The first murder victim/case that Keye works on with Aaron is the terrifying murder of an Asian woman in her thirties. Keye is quickly involved in not one murder case, but in many as they learn that this murder is the most current in a string of serial murders, all very similar, all carried out in the state of Florida. As Keye and Aaron witness more killings it becomes clear that the hunter has become the hunted. And, the stranger who they seek is much closer to them than they realize. This story is a real page-turner with a protaganist that is both clever and horrible. All played out during a very hot and sultry summer in Atlanta, a city that has been in the middle of chaos many times over. Quill Says: The Stranger You Seek is a fascinating debut thriller with fast paced action and good plotting with an introduction to a new heroine that we hope will be around for a long time to come.

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 29, 2011

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    A Great New Voice In Fiction!

    The Stranger You Seek is Amanda Kyle William's debut and also the first book in her Keye Street series. The writing style and main character have much in common with the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. The characters are vivid. The plot moves at a good pace, with just enough twists to keep readers guessing.

    Throughout the story, Williams sprinkles little nuggets of information about Atlanta, the city in which Keye Street lives. The familiarity made me feel as if I was there in the city with her. This book has the perfect combination of humor, mystery, suspense, a touch of romance and a faulty but tough heroine. I'm looking forward to the next one.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

    This is a DON'T MISS new novel!

    A suspenseful novel, with unique southern flavor. It has all the feel of a classic "Southern Novel". The language and pacing drip with honeysuckle nectar. The rhythm and flow are unique to the south - the heat - ever present - underscores the tension of a serial killer loose in Atlanta.

    My first impression was the language, culture, humor so flavorful of the deeper South. My second impression was that Keye Street is someone I would like to hang with. A flawed hero, who nonetheless continues, through all her struggles, to get the job done. Smart, irreverent, funny, determined, and oddly compelling - you want to follow her through the story - you want her to succeed, whether in her workaday bond recovery experiences, or with the serial killer taunting the Atlanta Police. Williams has also written a serial killer that doesn't fall into the dark "Criminal Minds" cliches of other novelists, somehow. Just when I smugly thought I had guessed the end - a twist I never saw coming hit me upside the head. This is a DON'T MISS new novel! To quote the usual overused comments - "I couldn't put it down" - literally! I read it the day I got it - up 'til 4am, not able to sleep until it was done. Compelling - this is the word that truly describes these characters. At the end of it, I was excited to have read it - and depressed that I have to wait for the next installment. This is the beginning of a 3 book start for Amanda Williams - I can't wait! Really - you NEED to read this new writer - I expect to see great things from her... and I just can't wait to see them!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 24, 2011

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    readers will enjoy Keye's take on being part of the now old new south.

    In Atlanta fired FBI profiler turned private investigator Dr. Keye Street is a struggling alcoholic who does not believe she can say recovering though she is doing reasonably well. The Chinese American was raised by white southerners Emily Jane and Howard Street who also adopted her gay African American brother Jimmy. While Jimmy fled Georgia for Seattle with his lover Paul, Keye returned to the state to open up Corporate Intelligence & Investigations after losing her job with the Feds.

    Atlanta PD Police Lieutenant Aaron Rauser asks Keye to assist them with capturing the vicious Wishbone Killer. Using her profiling skills, she seeks the links between the victims and an overall analysis of the brutal serial killer. While more murders occur, the Wishbone Killer contacts the task force hunting the psychopath as the homicidal maniac begins stalking Keye and others.

    Although serial killers are too frequently appearing in mysteries, readers will enjoy this engaging whodunit thanks to a self deprecating heroine whose asides lighten the taut story line with wisdom from the start (for instance an Asian is expected to excel at school while a black male is a local terrorist; ironically Jimmy is the behaved one). Fast-paced with a strong support cast including a diabolically brilliant psychopath, readers will enjoy Keye's take on being part of the now old new south.

    Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 12, 2012

    A great thriller. I loved the flawed heroine dealing with the r

    A great thriller. I loved the flawed heroine dealing with the remnants of her life as she is plunged into the middle of a series of horrific crimes. This novel was engaging from the first page and I will add this author to my "must read" list. Thank you to The Top Shelf for telling me about this one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Finally! Someone who can grab my attention from page 1 just like Harlan Coben!

    Twists, turns, romance,humor. Keep turning them out Please!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 27, 2011

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    The Stranger You Seek

    Keye Street, a former FBI agent turned PI, due to her problems with alcohol is asked by a former colleague to help find a serial killer nicknamed the Wishbone Killer. Although, the main character could be interesting, the plot is typical and not that unique from other crime stories. Belongs more to episodic television as I found it to be mundane and the twist didn't seem real.

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    Williams leaves you wanting more!

    Amanda Kyle Williams' first novel, "The Stranger You Seek," is a journey into the dark and twisted world of a serial killer and the horrific results of their actions. Both humorous and disturbing, Williams' writing pulls you into the lives of those struggling to make sense of the random killings that have gripped their city in fear.
    "The Stranger you Seek" follows Dr. Keye Street, a former criminal profiler for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, as she gets drawn into the hunt for a serial killer stalking Atlanta's streets. As Dr. Street battles her alcoholic past while trying to keep her private investigation business afloat, she must match wits against an increasingly attention driven murderer that is always one step ahead of her and the police. As the game develops, Keye becomes the focus of the killer's attention as she uncovers vital clues to the killer's identity. With the answers in sight, Dr. Street races against the clock to stop the murders and protect the ones she holds dear.
    "The Stranger you Seek" is practically a guidebook for Georgia, taking you from the baking streets of an Atlanta summer to the salty breezes of a coastal town before a trip into the woods in search of a prized cow. Each trip on the map is accompanied with a collection of sights, sounds and tastes that brings Williams' storytelling alive. In Keye Street, Williams chose a person with so many regrets and weaknesses that you cheer with her over each victory. Street's past rears its ugly head at inopportune times and as she wills herself to complete her tasks, you find yourself whispering little words of encouragement. "The Stranger you Seek" is the first installment of the Keye Street saga and Williams leaves you wanting more.

    Reviewed by Brian Blocker for Suspense Magazine

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  • Posted September 14, 2011

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    Don't open the door to strangers...after you start reading this book!

    Few authors have the skill to mix the horror of serial murder with a skewed sense of humor. Linda Howard managed it a few years ago with Mr. Perfect; and Eileen Dreyer scared me silly with her physician/killer, but made me laugh nonetheless with her A Man to Die For. Now Amanda Kyle Williams introduces a heroine with a complex backstory and a mind for murder. Keye Street got her first name from her Asian grandfather, who along with his wife, was gunned down in front of Keye when she was 5; his last gift to her...the hand he placed on her head, warning her to stay hidden behind his shop counter when the murderers struck. Her real parents, a couple of addicts, were out of the picture so Emily & Howard Street gave Keye her last name and a home in the deep South where she and her adoptive African-American brother were looked on with curiousity and vague suspicion. Keye's alcoholism got her dismissed from her job as an FBI analyst at the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime at Quantico. Now she works as a licensed P.I. and earns extra cash as a process server and bail recovery agent. Her best pal, Lt. Aaron Rauser, works homicide at the Atlanta Police Department and, when they're not hanging around trading goofy jokes, ordering take-out, and watching sports on Keye's giant TV, they're raising suspicions about just what sort of relationship they share. They may have waited to late to explore that relationship - for when Aaron asks her to consult on a serial killer case in which the murderer is always invited in to the kill site before he stabs and bites his victims in the most savage of ways, Keye's involvement catches the killer's eye. He delights in taunting the police and the press with his skill at eluding them as his body count escalates...and Keye is drawn further into the addictive use of her old skills in an attempt to understand the mind of a killer...and stop him before he kills again. AKW has done a splendid job of incorporating Keye's love of the South, the dark humor any investigator needs to keep their sanity in this line of work, and characters so fully fleshed-out that we hope to see them again in a second entry to what looks to be a great new crime series.

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  • Posted September 11, 2011

    Amazing Writing for a First Novel!

    This book was mentioned in a blog I read and I was intriqued enough to go to B&N to download a sample (one of the great things about owning a Nook!). I was immediately sucked into this story. Tthe plot is great, great fleshed out characters and an ending that will knock your socks off. Can't wait to see more from this author and hoping the Keye Street character will be turned into a series. If you love suspense don't miss this one!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2011

    Great debut mystery/thriller novel.

    Another great debut novel that has me waiting for the sequel.

    The author has a fluid writing style. She introduces and grows her characters very well. I could feel their personalities.

    This thriller reminded me of the great movie, Body Heat, in that there were numerous plot twists that kept me wondering if I really knew what was going to happen. The truth is that when I thought I knew what was next, I was proven wrong. The ending dies have a nice twist.

    I fully recommend this book to anyone that likes mysteries or thriller.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2014

    Wow, just finished it. Hopefully this series will be on the leve

    Wow, just finished it. Hopefully this series will be on the level of Karen Slaughter. Very excited about this author and future novels.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2014


    I'm an old soul Tolkien fan...but this pulled me in and made me check my door lock!
    AKW is a strong writer...we will be hearing more about her works!

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    You need to get this book!

    I read a lot of mystery and police dramas and if you are into that then you need to get this book! Amanda Williams puts you in the head of the killers and the detectives in a way most others don't. I tried to leave this book to get to other ones I was reading and I couldn't. I have a new fave mystery writer!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2013


    Not worth the time-nothing special despite the gore

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  • Posted October 21, 2013

    What a great book i finished it in a few weeks. Fast paced readi

    What a great book i finished it in a few weeks. Fast paced reading and keep you guessing .. Love it I had the privilege
     of  meeting the author and she is wonderful thank you Amanda looking forward to the next  The Stranger in the Room 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2013

    Must read

    I was completely surprised, and that never happens to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    Great Read,couldn't Put it Down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2013

    To drew


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2013

    High suspense, great read.

    Good twisting plot keeps you turning the pages. Suspenseful with believable characters and plenty of action. Can't wait for the next book in this series.

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