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Sweetheart (Archie Sheridan & Gretchen Lowell Series #2)

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by Chelsea Cain

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Portland detective Archie Sheridan, the former head of the Beauty Killer Task Force, hunted Gretchen Lowell for years before she kidnapped him, tortured him, and then let him go. Now that she is behind bars, Archie is finally piecing his life back together. He's returned home to his ex-wife and their two children. But no matter how hard Archie tries, he just can't


Portland detective Archie Sheridan, the former head of the Beauty Killer Task Force, hunted Gretchen Lowell for years before she kidnapped him, tortured him, and then let him go. Now that she is behind bars, Archie is finally piecing his life back together. He's returned home to his ex-wife and their two children. But no matter how hard Archie tries, he just can't stop thinking about Gretchen…

When the body of a young woman is discovered in Forest Park, Archie is reminded of the first corpse he discovered there a decade ago: it turned out to be the Beauty Killer's first victim, and Archie's first case. Then, the unthinkable happens: Gretchen escapes from prison, and once the news breaks, all of Portland goes on high alert…but secretly, Archie is relieved. He knows he's the only one who can capture Gretchen—and now he has a plan to get out from under her thumb once and for all. Even if it means becoming her last victim…

Editorial Reviews

Chelsea Cain's Heartsick introduced us to one of the most perverse relationships in recent fiction: the weird tie between femme fatale serial killer Gretchen Lowell and her obsessed pursuer, Detective Archie Sheridan. As Sweetheart begins, Archie deludes himself to thinking that is cured of his Gretchen obsession: He's stopped making his daily visits to her in prison, and he's focusing on his family and his job -- but then, just as another big case breaks, Gretchen escapes. When he gets the inevitable "Hello, darling. Have you missed me?" call, he knows that another roller-coaster ride has begun, but this time he vows that he will be the one in control.
Amy Finnerty
Fortunately, most of us have never encountered a real serial killer, so we are all too pleased to give the author license as she invents Gretchen in wanton, wide-screen glory. Sweetheart is not a nuanced psychological thriller in the tradition of P. D. James or Margaret Atwood. The violence is too predictable and graphic to be terrifying. But the novel is sensual and engulfing. We feel Archie's every aching rib and taste the bitter narcotics he downs five pills at a time to banish his agony. We smell Gretchen's lilac perfume and the entrails she likes to leave as calling cards. But it is the marital drama entwined with the carnage—Archie's conflict, his wife's protective rage and the menace posed by the ultimate home-wrecker—that keeps us turning the pages.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

Cain's latest thriller returns to familiar territory as she revisits her Heartsick characters, Portland, Ore., detective Archie Sheridan and menacing serial killer Gretchen Lowell. This time Lowell escapes prison and is up to her old murderous tricks, and the only one who can catch her is, of course, Sheridan. As stereotypical as the story sounds, narrator Carolyn McCormick gives the tale heft with her first-rate performance and holds listeners rapt attention throughout. She delves into each and every character, offering realistic interpretations and strong readings that display her commanding stage presence. As strong as McCormick's female characters are, it is her role as Sheridan that sets her apart from many of today's female narrators. A St. Martin's Press hardcover (Reviews, July 17).(Aug.)

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Library Journal

Has any police officer, actual or fictional, been more obsessed and manipulated by a serial killer than Portland detective Archie Sheridan? Cain's second trilogy entry (following the New York Times and Boston Globe best seller Heartsick) takes Archie, his partner, and a reporter on another wild ride in pursuit of Beauty Killer Gretchen Lowell. The calm of Law & Order actress Carolyn McCormick (7th Heaven) prevails in this reading, though the musical cues for chapter and CD breaks are occasionally uneven. Gripping and intense despite some predictability; recommended. [With bonus author interview; audio clip available through us.macmillan.com; the Minotaur: St. Martin's hc was recommended "for all popular collections," LJ8/08.-Ed.]
—Joyce Kessel

Kirkus Reviews
The seductive force of the murderess who tortured and maimed him continues to complicate the workaday life of a hard-used policeman in Portland, Ore. The weird relationship between police detective Archie Sheridan and serial killer Gretchen Lowell, established in Cain's 2007 Heartsick, has not been weakened by Gretchen's imprisonment. Even as he carries out his forensic duties, and much to the detriment of his embattled marriage, Archie keeps his meetings with gorgeous but gruesome Gretchen. (Before she went to the Big House, Gretchen reached into Archie's thorax and plucked out his spleen.) The visits with Gretchen ostensibly have to do with the need to pry from her the full list of her scores of victims, but if that weren't on the to-do list, Archie would probably find some other excuse to drop in on the woman the papers call the Beauty Killer. He certainly doesn't need the distraction. Bodies are continuing to turn up in the underbrush in a downtown city park, and a beloved senator has just plunged to his death from a Willamette River Bridge alongside a nosy journalist. The late reporter's blue-haired newspaper colleague Susan Ward has taken copious notes on all the corpses. She was about to break the long-hidden story of the senator's rape of a 14-year-old girl just before the accident, but now her editors have stepped on the report. Susan's not about to give up pushing her way into Archie's investigation. Then all hell breaks loose when Gretchen escapes. Archie knows his enchantress has engineered her jailbreak in order to get her hands back on the man she loves and loves to disembowel. Susan sticks with the story even as everything goes up in flames in one of those impressivePacific Northwest forest fires. Gretchen requires heavily engineered suspension of disbelief, but there are numerous thrills to be had and, underneath the Grand Guignol, there's a perfectly normal detective story. First printing of 200,000. Agent: Joy Harris/Joy Harris Literary Agency
From the Publisher

“Superb...With its brisk pacing, carefully metered violence and tortured hero, Cain's sophomore effort will leave readers desperate for more.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Cain's debut Heartsick had even the most jaded thriller fans sleeping with the lights on. She tells an equally frightening story in Sweetheart.” —USA Today

“Profoundly creepy and disturbing.” —The Boston Globe

“A sharp psychological inquiry into evil and obsession, as well as a deeply unhealthy love story.” —The Seattle Times

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St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
Archie Sheridan & Gretchen Lowell Series , #2
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First Edition
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6.40(w) x 9.40(h) x 1.20(d)

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Chapter One

Forest Park was pretty in the summer. Portland’s ash sky was barely visible behind a canopy of aspens, hemlock, cedars, and maples that filtered the light to a shimmering pale green. A light breeze tickled the leaves. Morning glories and ivy crept up the mossy tree trunks and strangled the blackberry bushes and ferns, a mass of crawling vines that piled up waist-high on either side of the packed dirt path. The creek hummed and churned, birds chirped. It was all very lovely, very Walden, except for the corpse.

The woman had been dead awhile. Her skull was exposed; her scalp had been pulled back, a tangle of red hair separated from the hairline by several inches. Animals had eaten her face, exposing her eyes and brain to the forces of putrefaction. Her nose was gone, revealing the triangular bony notch beneath it; her eye sockets were concave bowls of greasy, soaplike fat. The flesh of her neck and ears was blistered and curdled, peeled back in strips to frame that horrible skull face, mouth open like a Halloween skeleton.

"Are you there?"

Archie turned his attention back to the cell phone he held against his ear. "Yeah."

"Want me to wait on dinner?"

He glanced down at the dead woman, his mind already working the case. Could be an OD. Could be murder. Could be she fell from the wheel well of a 747. Archie had seen that last one on an episode of Law & Order. "I’m thinking no," he said into the phone.

He could hear the familiar concern in Debbie’s voice. He’d been doing well. He’d cut back on the pain pills, gained a little weight. But he and Debbie both knew it was all too tenuous. Mostly, he pretended. He pretended to live, to breathe, to work; he pretended he was going to be okay. It seemed to help the people he loved. And that was something. He could do that, at least, for them. "Be sure you eat something," she said with a sigh.

"I’ll grab something with Henry." Archie flipped the phone shut and dropped it into his coat pocket. His fingers touched the brass pillbox that was also in his pocket, and lingered there for a moment. It had been more than two and a half years since his ordeal. He’d only been off medical leave a few months. Long enough to catch his second serial killer. He was thinking of getting some business cards made up: SERIAL KILLER APPREHENSION SPECIALIST. Maybe something embossed. His head hurt and he reflexively moved to open the lid of the pillbox, then let his fingers drop and lifted his hand from his pocket and ran it through his hair. No. Not now.

He squatted next to Lorenzo Robbins, who sat on his heels inches from the body, his dreadlocks hidden under the hood of his white Tyvek suit. The smooth stones of the creek bed were slick with moss.

"That your wife?" Robbins asked.

Archie pulled a small notebook and a pen out of his other pocket. A flashbulb went off as a crime photographer took a picture behind them. "My ex-wife."

"You guys still close?"

Archie drew an outline of the woman in his notebook. Marked where the surrounding trees were, the creek below. "We live together."


The flashbulb went off again. "It’s a long story," Archie said, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

Robbins used a pair of forceps to lift the woman’s loose scalp, so he could peer under it. When he did, dozens of black ants scurried out over her skull and into the decomposing tissue inside her nasal aperture. "Dogs have been here."

"Wild?" Archie asked, twisting around to look up at the thick surrounding forest. Forest Park was five thousand acres, the largest urban wilderness park in the country. Parts of it were remote; parts of it were crowded. The area where the body had been found was in the lower part of the park, which was frequented by a steady stream of joggers, hikers, and mountain bikers. Several houses were even visible up the hillside.

"Domestic probably," Robbins said. He turned and jabbed a latex-gloved thumb up the hillside. "Way the body’s down here behind the scrub, can’t see it from the path. People come running through with their dogs off leash. Sparky scrambles down here, tears a hunk of cheek off the corpse." He looked down at the corpse and shrugged. "They think he’s found a dead bird or whatever. Owner lets him sniff around a little. Then they run on."

"You’re saying she was eaten by pugs?"

"Over time. A few weeks."

Archie shook his head. "Nice."

Robbins raised an eyebrow as he glanced back up at the path. "Funny no one smelled anything."

"There was a sewer leak," Archie said. "One of the houses at the top of the hill."

The eyebrow shot up another few millimeters. "For two weeks?" Archie drew the hiking path across the page of his notebook. It was maybe forty feet above, at its closest point. Then it curved and headed farther up the hillside, deeper into the woods. "People rationalize."

"You thinking she was a prostitute?"

"Based on the shoes?" She was still wearing one—an amber Lucite pump. The other they had found nestled in moss underneath a fern a few yards away. "Maybe. Maybe she was a stylish thirteen year-old. Hard to tell." Archie looked at the grinning mouth, the teeth straight and white against all the surrounding blood and gristle. "She’s got nice teeth."

"Yeah," Robbins agreed softly. "She’s got nice teeth."

Archie watched as his partner, Henry Sobol, came slowly, tentatively, down the hillside. He was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, despite the heat. Henry kept his eyes down, lips pursed in concentration, arms outstretched for balance. With his arms extended and his shaved head, he looked like a circus strongman. He walked sideways, trying to step in Archie’s footprints, but his feet were bigger than Archie’s and each step sent a spit of dirt and small rocks rattling down the embankment. Above them, on the hillside, Archie could see that everyone had stopped to watch, their faces anxious. A homeless man looking for a place to set up camp had found the body and called the police from a convenience store a few blocks outside the park. He had met the first officer to respond and taken him to the site, where the officer had promptly lost his footing in the loose dirt and slid down the hillside into the creek, polluting the crime scene and nearly breaking his leg. They would have to wait for the autopsy results to even know if they had a homicide.

Henry reached the bottom, winked at Archie, and then turned and waved merrily up above. The cops at the top of the hill all turned back to their work taping the crime scene off, and keeping the growing group of sportily dressed hikers and joggers at bay.

Henry smoothed his salt-and-pepper mustache thoughtfully with a thumb and forefinger and rocked forward to examine the body, allowing himself a reflexive grimace. Then business. "What killed her?" he asked.

Robbins placed a bag over one of her bloated, mottled hands and secured it with a twist-tie. He did it gingerly, as if she had nodded off and he didn’t want to wake her. The fingers curled, blistered and swollen, and the nail beds were black, but the hand was still recognizable, though probably not printable. The other, which lay half buried in the earth and moss, was crawling with beetles. "Search me," Robbins said.

"She die here?" Henry asked.

"Hard to say until we know what killed her," Robbins answered. He gazed up at Henry. "Do you wax your head or is it naturally that shiny?"

Archie smiled. Henry had called Robbins out at the police softball game that spring. It had been like this ever since.

"I was just asking," Henry said to Robbins.

"Ask me after the autopsy," Robbins muttered. He produced another bag and gave it a snap in the air, and then gently lifted her other hand so he could slide it into the bag. The beetles scattered, and Henry took a small step back.

Archie wrote something in his notebook. It had been thirteen years since they had stood over another dead girl in that park. That had set them on the trail of the Beauty Killer. They didn’t know back then it would become a career. Or that Archie would become one of her victims.

A voice from up the hillside hollered, "Hey."

Henry looked up at the path, where Claire Masland was waving for them to come back up the hill. He put his hands on his hips. "You’ve got to be kidding me," he said to Archie.

Claire motioned again. This time she put her whole arm into it.

"I’ll go first," Archie said. He glanced back at Henry and added, "So when you fall you won’t take us both down."

"Ha, ha," said Henry.

"What do you have?" Archie asked Claire when they reached the path. Claire was small and angular with a very short haircut. She was wearing a striped T-shirt and jeans. Her gold shield was clipped to her waistband, along with a phone, a gun in a leather holster, and a pair of red plastic sunglasses jauntily hooked through a belt loop. She tilted her head at a young uniformed cop who was covered in dirt.

"This is Officer Bennett," she said. "The first responder."

Bennett looked like a kid, tall with a baby face and a slight double chin that pressed fretfully against a skinny neck. He hunched his shoulders miserably. "I’m so sorry," he said.

"Show them," Claire told Bennett. He sighed glumly and turned around. He had taken a header down the ravine and his uniform was stained with muck, and tiny bits of vegetation still clung to his shirt.

Both Henry and Archie leaned forward to get a better look. Clinging to Bennett’s shoulder blade, among the fern seeds, the moss particulate, and the dirt, was, unmistakably, a clue.

Henry looked at Archie. "That would be a human hair," he said.

"When you, uh, fell," Archie asked Bennett. "Did you actually make contact with the body?"

Bennett’s spine stiffened. "Jesus no, sir. I swear."

"Must have picked it up on the way down," said Henry.

Archie pulled a slim black flashlight out of his pocket and shone it along the length of the red hair. He held it for Henry to look. There was a tiny clump of tissue at the base of the hair. "It’s got a scalp fragment on it," Archie said.

Bennett whipped his head around, eyes wide. "Get it off me," he pleaded. "Get it off me, okay?"

"Easy, son," Henry said.

Claire, who was a good foot shorter than Bennett, reached up and plucked the hair off and dropped it in an evidence bag.

Archie called a crime scene tech over. "Bag all his clothes. Socks, everything."

"But what will I wear?" Bennett asked as the crime scene tech led him off.

Claire turned to Archie and Henry. The path they were on was about three feet wide, carved worryingly out of the hillside. The back foot of it had been taped off to let the fifty-year-old women by, so they didn’t have to backtrack a mile into the woods and miss afternoon spa appointments. A chocolate Lab bounded through the foliage on the hillside as its owner, in cargo shorts, hiking books, and reflective sunglasses, walked past without even a second glance at the activity at the bottom of the glen. "So?" Claire said.

"Head injury," said Archie.

"Yep," said Henry.

"Maybe she fell," Claire theorized. "Like T. J. Hooker, there. Hit her head on a rock."

"Or maybe the rock hit her," Henry said.

"Or," Archie said, "maybe Sparky scrambled down there and stuck his snout in our corpse, and the hair dropped off his tongue on his way back up the embankment."

Claire and Henry both looked at Archie.

"Sparky?" Henry said.

"That is so gross," said Claire.

Excerpted from Sweetheart by Chelsea Cain

Copyright © 2008 by Verite

Published in 2008 by St. Martin’s Minotaur

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


Meet the Author

Chelsea Cain is the New York Times bestselling author of The Night Season, Evil at Heart, and Heartsick. Both Heartsick and Sweetheart were listed in Stephen King's Top Ten Books of the Year in Entertainment Weekly. Chelsea lived the first few years of her life on an Iowa commune, then grew up in Bellingham, WA, where the infamous Green River killer was "the boogieman" of her youth. The true story of the Green River killer's capture was the inspiration for the story of Gretchen and Archie. Cain lives in Portland with her husband and daughter.

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Sweetheart (Gretchen Lowell Series #2) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 212 reviews.
Marquess More than 1 year ago
A very interesting sequel that would make perfect sense even for those who have not read the first book. Chelsea Cain is a wonderful author with a unique and mesmerizing story to tell. The ending will have you jumping to get the third in the series. I could not put this down, I read it in under two days. This is definately a great read for thrill seekers, and it is very interesting from many different perspectives. I highly recommend this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to say Chelsea Cain can write a story that brings you back for more, but reading this latest book left me feeling disturbed. I felt like the character of Archie just forgot everything important in his life it was like he no longer loved anyone. When Gretchen goes to the school where his children are at he wasn't willing to kill her to protect them even though he remembers a case where Gretchen killed a little boy and skinned him, he seemed not worried enough to protect them. Also finding out more of his relationship with Gretchen I couldn't help feeling that his wife was getting the short end of everything, maybe if the story didn't let us know so much about her and the fact that they didn't seem to have an unhappy marriage. Even though I felt this book left you with an ungood feeling I probably will still read her follow up just to see what happens.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
When I finished reading HEARTSICK, the first novel of this series, I touted it as the best thriller ever. I still stand by that sentiment. And even though SWEETHEART doesn't quite live up to the greatness of that first book, it's still a really good read.

All of the characters from the first book are back, and they find themselves in circumstances that are, in a lot of ways, similar to those in the first book.

Archie is still obsessed with Gretchen. Gretchen is still obsessed with killing -- and with Archie.

Archie's family, friends, and co-workers are trying to help him end his addiction to both painkillers and Gretchen, but it doesn't seem to be working. He's living with his ex-wife and children, and he loves them and wants to keep them safe, and yet he still wants -- no, needs -- to be with Gretchen in some way.

The plot is added to (and sometimes complicated by) the story that Susan Ward began working on in HEARTSICK -- that of the affair between the beloved Senator and the underage babysitter. This story becomes intertwined with the present when Susan's friend/mentor is killed, and the case falls into Archie's lap.

SWEETHEART is a fairly quick read, and I stayed up late to finish it. I really did like it, even though I wasn't as impressed with it as I was HEARTSICK.

There's no doubt that Archie and Gretchen will be back. I'm anxious to see more of them, and to find out who will be the death of who.
TaraLomax More than 1 year ago
I absoulutely just love this series!! Its a must read suspense!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
There have been many, many books...esp. mysteries...that involve police officers who have annoying 'issues', and one wonders how such characters would ever pass psych evals. I've never read anything else by Chelsea Cain (and will probably avoid any other offerings by this author), and only read this book through 'til the end in the hope that the stupid, sex-driven detective and the serial killer would both die horrible deaths!
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Not bad, but believable only to a point, then becomes a bit of a stretch. Writing quality is fine; character development good. Recommend trying to read as much as possible at a time, as time away can help confuse things. Probably worth about what I paid for it...not much..
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
This is the 2nd book where you have another murder that has to do with a story Susan has been working on for a while. And than something else happens and you're like, oh boy, these guys are going to need to take a long nap after this. Especially Henry and Archie and Susan. I was going to give this a 4 or 4.5 but then halfway into the book it took an interesting turn that I should have seen coming. But didn't and yet it should of been obvious. That's what happens when you stay up to read a little then find you've read one too many chapters. Of course it would be a couldn't put it down kind of book. I'm really liking the series so far. The game Archie and Gretchen are playing, oh the tension, the creepy this is so not right kind of tension, what is happening and are you serious. Yet you want to keep reading, wondering what they'll do next. Anyway, this was a good sequel and obviously going to start the next book. After an ending like that, yes please.
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Another great novel by the likes of ms Cain A real heartstopper Second in the series
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So good!! Sick and twisted, but intriguing.
vittyken More than 1 year ago
I saw Castle reading this book in "A Death in the Family", Season 1 episode 10. That might be an indication to try it out for yourself. So, I won't rate it now but I will after I read it. Since I have to leave a star, I will start at 3 and then comeback.
acorley84 More than 1 year ago
Just as with Heartsick, I thought this book was phenomenal! I didn't think it was possible to be any more twisted than the first book, however, the author has really found her niche in psychological thrillers! I think that Chelsea Cain has superb writing abilities and is very thorough and descriptive with her story line, but not so much so that the story drags along and becomes too in depth. She knows how to draw a reader in and keep them interested from the first page to the last. This books helps you get a little more insight into the lives of Archie Sheriden and Gretchen Lowell and maybe helps you better understand the twisted reasons behind the whole story. Once I started reading this, I couldn't stop, if I had to stop, I couldn't wait to be able to start reading it again! I also can't wait to move right along to the third book in this series as book one and two have both been off the charts! I listened to the audio version of this book and I thought that the narrator, Carolyn McCormick did a wonderful job of conveying the story. Too often, I find myself turned off of a book simply because I didn't care for the narrator of the story, however, that was not even close to the case with this book. It was a wonderful and quick easy listen! I can't wait to pick up the 3rd book in this series!
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demasiado b bueno