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The Cold Nowhere: A Jonathan Stride Novel

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On the heels of winning Best Hardcover Novel for Spilled Blood at the International Thriller Awards, master of the psychological thriller and best-selling author Brian Freeman returns this spring with the sixth installment in the popular Jonathan Stride series, THE COLD NOWHERE (978-1-62365-131-2 • 4/1/2014 • HC & EL) The Cold Nowhere marks the much-anticipated return of Duluth PD Lieutenant Jonathan Stride, one of Brian Freeman’s signature...

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Overview

On the heels of winning Best Hardcover Novel for Spilled Blood at the International Thriller Awards, master of the psychological thriller and best-selling author Brian Freeman returns this spring with the sixth installment in the popular Jonathan Stride series, THE COLD NOWHERE (978-1-62365-131-2 • 4/1/2014 • HC & EL) The Cold Nowhere marks the much-anticipated return of Duluth PD Lieutenant Jonathan Stride, one of Brian Freeman’s signature characters.
 
Lieutenant Stride goes home to his cottage on the shore of Lake Superior, where he is confronted with a crime he cannot ignore. He discovers a young woman, Cat Mateo, hiding in his bedroom, scared and dripping wet from a desperate plunge into the icy lake.
 
The girl isn’t a stranger to Stride; she is the daughter of a woman he tried and failed to protect from a violent husband years ago.  When Cat asks Stride for protection from a mysterious person she claims is trying to kill her, Stride is driven by guilt and duty to help her.
 
Stride’s police partner Maggie Bei doubts the homeless orphan, who has been supporting herself as a prostitute and living rough on the streets of Duluth. She marvels at how easily the hard-bitten young girl, who sleeps with a knife under her pillow, has won Stride’s trust.
 
As Stride investigates Cat’s case off the record, Maggie’s suspicions solidify and a single question haunts the void between them: should Stride be afraid for—or of—this damaged girl?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
★ 02/03/2014
At the start of Thriller Award–winner Freeman’s masterfully plotted sixth novel featuring Duluth, Minn., police detective Jonathan Stride (after 2010’s The Burying Place), a half-frozen 16-year-old hooker turns up in Stride’s cottage on Lake Superior late one winter night. Catalina “Cat” Mateo needs Stride to protect her from a stalker, but the detective carries some psychological baggage: 10 years earlier, he failed to save Cat’s mother from being butchered by her brutal husband, who then shot himself as little Cat cowered under their porch. Maggie Bei, Stride’s longtime police partner and onetime lover, warns him that Cat could now be unstable, even homicidal, but Stride, a strong man whose weakness is rescuing women, can’t abandon the teenager. Freeman shows how those endless North Shore winters have toughened and aged Stride, closing him off from the world, but the author also convincingly makes Stride break out of his icy, self-imposed shell. Author tour. Agent: Deborah Schneider, Gelfman Schneider Literary Agents. (Apr.)
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PRAISE FOR THE COLD NOWHERE:

The Cold Nowhere is a triumphant return . . . a master of the psychological thriller . . . the best Stride book yet.”—Chuck Frederick, Duluth News Tribune

”Freeman delivers an edge-of-the-seat thriller that begs to be read in one sitting.” —BookPage

"Masterfully plotted . . . Freeman shows how those endless North Shore winters have toughened and aged Stride, closing him off from the world, but the author also convincingly makes Stride break out of his icy, self-imposed shell."—Publishers Weekly (starred)

"an outstanding mystery thriller."—San Francisco Book Review

"Back off, Nordic noir. For sheer wintry relentlessness and icebound desolation, the various Scandinavian settings now fashionable in thrillers cannot compete with the decaying shipping and mining city of Duluth,Minnesota. And this small city, whose crumbling mansions and factories converted to shops are an architectural reminder of an earlier era, is the perfect place for a thriller about the stranglehold the past exerts on the present. . . The narrative moves between the point of view of Stride and that of the girl’s pursuer, making this well-plotted, atmospheric thriller feel like a high-stakes chess game."—Connie Fletcher, Booklist

“[The] characters are well drawn and add believability to the surprising twists and turns of the plot. . . . The Cold Nowhere is a solid mystery wrapped around interesting characters coming to grips with their troubled pasts and searching for redemption.” —Scott Pearson, Suspense Magazine

"I don’t think I realized how much I missed the Jonathan Stride series until THE COLD NOWHERE, the latest installment, released . . . Seemingly incapable of writing a bad paragraph, Freeman is a master storyteller who makes the ice and grit and grime of street life in Duluth materialize beneath the feet of the reader. I was tempted to drive there just to check out the graffiti graveyard where the grim climax takes place. Writing and storytelling don’t get much stronger than that, and thriller fiction doesn’t get much better than The Cold Nowhere."
—Joe Hartlaub, BookReporter

The Cold Nowhere is a riveting tale where you feel that you are discovering the details along side of Detective Stride . . . well-organized and intense with well-developed characters. This psychological thriller keeps the reader engaged past the last page. . . . The Cold Nowhere is a masterful tale written by a phenomenal storyteller.” — Teri Davis, Mysteries Galore

"another rousing tale of suspense . . .  a bevy of unexpected twists and turns that make for an emotional and chilling story of page-turning mystery."—Express Milwaukee

"An outstanding mystery thriller"—San Francisco Book Review

From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR THE COLD NOWHERE:

"Masterfully plotted . . . Freeman shows how those endless North Shore winters have toughened and aged Stride, closing him off from the world, but the author also convincingly makes Stride break out of his icy, self-imposed shell."—Publishers Weekly (starred)

"Back off, Nordic noir. For sheer wintry relentlessness and icebound desolation, the various Scandinavian settings now fashionable in thrillers cannot compete with the decaying shipping and mining city of Duluth,Minnesota. And this small city, whose crumbling mansions and factories converted to shops are an architectural reminder of an earlier era, is the perfect place for a thriller about the stranglehold the past exerts on the present. . . The narrative moves between the point of view of Stride and that of the girl’s pursuer, making this well-plotted, atmospheric thriller feel like a high-stakes chess game."—Connie Fletcher, Booklist

PRAISE FOR BRIAN FREEMAN:

"As brilliant as Harlan Coben." —Daily Mail

"A master of psychological suspense." —Lisa Gardner

"This guy can tell a story." —Michael Connolly

From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR THE COLD NOWHERE:

The Cold Nowhere is a triumphant return . . . a master of the psychological thriller . . . the best Stride book yet.”—Chuck Frederick, Duluth News Tribune

”Freeman delivers an edge-of-the-seat thriller that begs to be read in one sitting.” —BookPage

"Masterfully plotted . . . Freeman shows how those endless North Shore winters have toughened and aged Stride, closing him off from the world, but the author also convincingly makes Stride break out of his icy, self-imposed shell."—Publishers Weekly (starred)

"an outstanding mystery thriller."—San Francisco Book Review

"Back off, Nordic noir. For sheer wintry relentlessness and icebound desolation, the various Scandinavian settings now fashionable in thrillers cannot compete with the decaying shipping and mining city of Duluth,Minnesota. And this small city, whose crumbling mansions and factories converted to shops are an architectural reminder of an earlier era, is the perfect place for a thriller about the stranglehold the past exerts on the present. . . The narrative moves between the point of view of Stride and that of the girl’s pursuer, making this well-plotted, atmospheric thriller feel like a high-stakes chess game."—Connie Fletcher, Booklist

“[The] characters are well drawn and add believability to the surprising twists and turns of the plot. . . . The Cold Nowhere is a solid mystery wrapped around interesting characters coming to grips with their troubled pasts and searching for redemption.” —Scott Pearson, Suspense Magazine

"I don’t think I realized how much I missed the Jonathan Stride series until THE COLD NOWHERE, the latest installment, released . . . Seemingly incapable of writing a bad paragraph, Freeman is a master storyteller who makes the ice and grit and grime of street life in Duluth materialize beneath the feet of the reader. I was tempted to drive there just to check out the graffiti graveyard where the grim climax takes place. Writing and storytelling don’t get much stronger than that, and thriller fiction doesn’t get much better than The Cold Nowhere."
—Joe Hartlaub, BookReporter

The Cold Nowhere is a riveting tale where you feel that you are discovering the details along side of Detective Stride . . . well-organized and intense with well-developed characters. This psychological thriller keeps the reader engaged past the last page. . . . The Cold Nowhere is a masterful tale written by a phenomenal storyteller.” — Teri Davis, Mysteries Galore

"another rousing tale of suspense . . .  a bevy of unexpected twists and turns that make for an emotional and chilling story of page-turning mystery."—Express Milwaukee

"An outstanding mystery thriller"—San Francisco Book Review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781623651312
  • Publisher: Quercus
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Series: Jonathan Stride Series , #6
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 150,940
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Brian Freeman

Brian Freeman is an internationally bestselling author of psychological suspense novels. His books have been sold in 46 countries and 20 languages. The Cold Nowhere is his second novel for Quercus.

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Jonathan Stride knew he wasn’t alone.

He arrived at his cottage on Park Point at two in the morning and realized that something was wrong. It was instinct; nothing looked out of place on the street. There were no cars in the neighborhood that he didn’t recognize. His eyes flicked across the trees and shadows around the house, but he saw nothing to alarm him. When he listened, he heard only the intermittent roar of Lake Superior beyond the crest of the dunes. Even so, as he locked his Ford Expedition and headed for his front porch, he went so far as to slide his gun into his hand.

Instinct.

Nearing the house, he spotted footprints in the snow. The prints were small, maybe size seven, and whoever made them was in a hurry, not trying to hide their approach. He tracked the running prints across his lawn and along the dirt driveway that led to the back of the house. He examined the cottage windows from the yard but saw no lights. If anyone was inside, they were waiting for him in the dark.

Stride headed for the rear door of his house, near the grassy trail that led to the beach. He let himself inside onto the screened porch. He eased his leather jacket off his shoulders and draped it over the garage sale sofa he kept out back. He shook snow out of his wavy hair. Leading with his gun, he opened the inner door that led to his kitchen.

The house was colder than usual. He heard a whistle of wind. He left the lights off and walked quietly, but the floor timbers in the 1880s cottage were never silent. They groaned with each step, announcing his arrival. It didn’t matter.

"I know you’re here," he called. No one replied.

He followed the kitchen into the dining room and eased around the corner into the living room. The cold fireplace and his red leather armchair were on his right. Sofas and throw rugs took up the middle of the room, near steps that led to the unfinished attic. The open space was empty. The room was dark. He heard the wind again, loud and agitated, blowing curtains in a spare bedroom immediately across from him. He rarely used that room; it was filled with dusty bookshelves and notes on cold cases. He crossed through the threshold into the bedroom, where the old floor slanted downward, like a corridor in a fun house. He spied a broken window, with glass littering the floor and lacy fabric billowing in and out of the night air like a ghost.
The bedroom was deserted. Using a penlight on his keychain he studied the glass and saw a spatter of blood on the shards.

"You’re hurt," he said aloud.

He went back to the living room and eyed the doorway to his own bedroom on the opposite wall. She was hiding there. He’d already decided it was a woman, based on the footprints. There were other rooms in the house – another small bedroom in the corner facing the street, the attic, the tiny bathroom – but he could make out damp tracks on the carpet leading toward his room. Halfway across the floor, he saw beige cowboy boots that matched the tracks in the snow.

"I’m coming in, okay?" he said. Still nothing.

He examined his bedroom. The comforter had been yanked off his bed. The space on either side of the bed was empty, but his closet door was closed and latched. It usually swung shut by itself because of the slight tilt of the house, but he never actually pushed it all the way closed. He turned the antique metal door knob and pulled hard. The closet door opened with a shriek.
He turned his light to the floor and saw a huddled body wrapped tightly in the blanket from his bed. All he could see was her face. Not a woman. A girl. A teenager. She stared up at him, eyes wide with fright. Her long brown hair was soaking wet, plastered to her face. She was wracked with trembling, and her skin was blue with cold.

Stride holstered his gun. He turned on the closet light and the girl’s eyes squeezed shut.

"My name’s Stride," he told her. "It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a lieutenant with the Duluth Police."

Without opening her eyes, she nodded. She already knew who he was. The blanket slipped, and he saw bony bare shoulders.

Stride squatted in front of her. "What’s your name?"

She opened her eyes now and he could see how brown and perfect they were. "Cat," she said.

"Hello, Cat. Can you tell me why you’re here?"

She didn’t answer right away but he could feel her reaching out to him across the dusty space. He could feel her fear and loneliness and he knew without her saying so that she had nowhere else in the world to go. Finally, she whispered to him, as if it were a secret to keep hidden.

"Someone’s trying to kill me," she said.

*

The flannel shirt he’d given her draped almost to her knees. She wore a pair of Stride’s white athletic socks and roomy shorts. Her hair was dry now, and her skin was pink and clean from the bath. She clutched a mug of tea with both hands as they sat at his dining room table. One of her fingers was bandaged where she’d cut it on the broken window.

"Sorry about the shirt," Stride told her, smiling. "The woman who used to live here, Serena, she’s a lot taller than you."

Cat shrugged. "It’s okay. I like it. It smells good."

The girl stared into her tea. He had a chance to study her features. Teenagers always had the prettiness of youth, and Hispanic women were particularly attractive, but Stride thought that Cat was one of the most beautiful young girls he had ever seen. Her bone structure was like a sculpture, with high cheekbones and a chin that made a sharp V. Her face was small; so was her body. Her chestnut hair tumbled in broad waves to the middle of her chest, and he could see a gold chain glinting between the buttons of the shirt. He hadn’t seen her smile, but he could tell by the way her lips turned upward that she would have a pretty smile when she used it. She had a petite, slightly rounded nose and dark eyebrows that were arched in innocent surprise.
Even so, she wasn’t innocent. He knew that. The ravages of street life were already creeping into her face. He could practically measure in months how long she’d been hanging out in the industrial areas and near the graffiti graveyard under the freeway overpass. She was malnourished; he could see that in the dark circles under her eyes and in the way she’d devoured the turkey sandwich he made for her. He’d smelled alcohol on her breath, and he assumed she used drugs. Probably synthetics, which were the street drug of choice. Her expression was melancholy, and in a few more months it would become cynical. She was still young now, but she would soon be old.

"I’d really like you to go to the hospital, Cat," he said, not for the first time. "I left a message for my partner, Maggie, to come over here right away. She and I can take you there."

The girl shook her head emphatically. "No! I told you: no way, no hospital. He’ll find me. He always knows where I am."

"I’m concerned about you. You should be checked out."

"I want to stay here. I’m safe here. I’m fine."

He didn’t push her. She was skittish, and he was afraid she would run. "Listen, a buddy of mine named Steve Garske runs a clinic in Lakeside. We go back a lot of years. He’s my own doctor. Can I have him take a look at you in the morning?"

Her eyes brightened. "Dr. Steve?"

"You know him?"

"He volunteers at the youth shelter downtown. I’ve seen him a couple times. He’s sweet."

"Good. I’ll take you to see him. Okay?"

Cat nodded. "Yeah, okay."

Stride took a swallow from a can of Coke. He was a self-acknowledged Coke addict. Capital C. "What happened to you tonight, Cat? Are you ready to tell me what’s going on?"

The girl glanced at the dining room windows, as if she expected to see the face of her stalker framed behind the glass. She was like a deer, alert and swift. "I was at a party on the big ore boat in Canal Park. Some bigwig rented it out."

"Do you know who?"

"No. It was a bunch of car dealers."

Stride frowned. It took clout and money to get a private party on the Frederick. "Why were you there?"

"They needed girls." She chewed a fingernail and looked guilty. "It was me and a few others. We were the entertainment."

"What kind of entertainment?"

She shrugged. "You know."

"How old are you, Cat?" he asked.

Her pretty lower lip bulged. "Eighteen."

Her eyes looked like a kid’s eyes again, trying to get away with a lie. "I’m not going to arrest you for anything," he said. "I want to help you, but I need you to trust me, and I need you to tell me the truth."

He knew he was asking a lot. For girls like Cat, trust was a foreign thing.

"Okay, I’m sixteen," she said. "I tell them I’m older. Nobody asks questions. I’m pretty, that’s all they care about. The sex stuff … it’s just a way to get money, you know? The guy tonight, I didn’t even do it with him. I – I hit him. Hard."

"Did you hurt him?" Stride asked.

"He was bleeding, but he was okay."

"Why did you hit him? Did he assault you?"

"He wanted me to do things I don’t do. Not anymore. I mean, I’ll sleep with guys, fine. What’s the big deal, it’s only sex. But not other stuff. I won’t do that again."

"Stuff?"

The girl explained. Stride hid his disgust.

"The man you hit, is he the one who tried to kill you?" he asked.

"No, after I hit him, I left. I just wanted to get out of there. This man was waiting for me outside the ship and he chased me back inside. The only way I could get away from him was to jump in the harbor."

Stride leaned forward. "You jumped from the deck of the boat?"

"Yeah. It was so cold. My dress tore off. I swam to the Canal Park side, and I ran. I figured he’d try to come after me, so I just kept running."

"It’s more than three miles. You made it all this way? In the snow?"

"I stole a blanket out of a car on the street," she said. "That helped."

Stride liked the spark of life he saw in this girl, regardless of the things she’d done. Cat was young and small, but she had courage. Serena would have said he had a weakness for women who needed rescue. "This man who came after you, do you know who he is?"

"No."

"What did he look like?"

"I never saw his face."

"Why do you think he’s trying to kill you?"

"It’s not the first time. He’s been after me for a while."

"He has? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it started about three weeks ago. I was back home for a while. I’m in and out of there, you know? I slipped out my window one night, and when I came out of the woods, somebody ran after me. That was the first time. I was lucky, because a bus came by, so I hopped on. I could see him down the block behind me."

"But you didn’t recognize him."

"No, it was too dark. I’ve been bouncing around since then. I stayed with my aunt for a few days. She rents a place at the Seaway, but you know what it’s like there. They’ll rat you out for a Snickers bar. I thought someone was watching me again, so I bolted. Then last week, I was hanging out at the shelter on First Street. I took a walk in the middle of night. I do that sometimes. It was Sunday, nobody was around, but a car took off after me. He almost ran me down as I crossed near Sammy’s."

"Did you see what kind of car it was?"

"No, all I saw was the lights. The engine sounded like a sports car. Anyway, I’ve been running since then. I thought maybe I’d lost him, because I didn’t see anybody all week. Until tonight."

Stride thought about what Cat was saying and what he saw in her face. She was scared, but he had no way of knowing if any of it was real. When you came and went on the streets, sometimes bad people found you. When you drank or did drugs, sometimes your brain took detours and got lost. It was easy to get paranoid. A string of odd incidents, even if they were all true, didn’t add up to a conspiracy.

Cat was smart. "You think I’m crazy," she said.

"No, but I do have to ask, have you been using anything? Maybe synthetics like bath salts? Those drugs can cause severe reactions, including paranoia and hallucinations."

"I’m not using," Cat insisted.

"Never?"

"I didn’t say never. I’ve tried things. I didn’t like what they did to me, so I quit. That’s the truth. I haven’t taken any of that stuff in months. It all happened, just like I said. This guy is trying to kill me."

"Do you have any idea why someone would want to hurt you?"

"No," she said. "Not a clue."

"Has anything out of the ordinary happened to you recently? Did you witness anything bad? Were you with someone who might not want the relationship exposed?"

"I don’t think so. I mean, I can’t think of anything like that."

He gave her a reassuring smile. "We’ll figure it out. We’re going to have to sit down and go through everything you’ve done and everyone you’ve been with recently. Are you okay with that? You’ll need to be honest. You can’t hold back."

"You may not like some of it," she said.

"Don’t worry about that. It’s pretty hard to shock a cop. Anyway, I want you to get some sleep first. You’ve had a tough night. Get some rest and then we’ll go see Steve at the clinic."

"Thank you, Mr. Stride." He saw her smile for the first time, and he was right. It was as sweet and warm as the sun coming out from the clouds.

"Can I ask you something, Cat?" he said.

"Sure."

"Why did you come here tonight? How did you find me?"

The girl played with the gold chain on her neck. Her eyes got misty. "I looked up your address a while ago. My mother told me that if there was ever a time in my life when I needed protection, and no one was around for me, I should go to you. Find Mr. Stride, she told me. She said you’d help me."

"Your mother?"

"She died. You were there."

Stride was confused. He looked at Cat and saw a teenager, like any other girl. A stranger. Then he looked at her again and saw a familiar child hiding in her face. He knew her. Ten years ago, she’d been a six-year-old chasing butterflies between soaring evergreens. A six-year-old with messy hands and pumpkin pie on her mouth.
 

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  • Posted April 28, 2014

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    I've read the first couple of Brian Freeman's novels featuring

    I've read the first couple of Brian Freeman's novels featuring protagonist Jonathan Stride. His latest novel, The Cold Nowhere, is the sixth in the series.

    A young girl trapped on a boat, pursued by an unknown assailant. She's not as helpless as her pursuer might think though...."Wherever she went, whatever she did, Cat always carried a knife." She escapes - and lands on Detective Stride's doorstep.

    Stride is back working in Duluth, Minnesota. And his past has come back to haunt him as well. Stride knows Cat - he failed to save her mother. Michaela was brutally murdered by her husband - stabbed to death, in fact. And now Cat swears someone is trying to trying to kill her too. Stride vows to help her. "He couldn't undo what was done or erase his mistakes. All he could do was make a promise."

    Familiar and recurring characters appear in The Cold Nowhere - notably Stride's partner Maggie Bei and ex-lover/partner Serena Dial. I 've enjoyed these two female characters in the past. They're strong personalities. A secondary personal storyline always adds to a book. The sexual tension and rivalry between these two women and Stride has been carried on throughout this series. A little bit is good. A lot, not so much. In The Cold Nowhere, I found myself growing weary of the repetitiveness of it. And for me, it cheapened the two female leads.

    Stride is struggling with inner turmoil - for many pages.

    "She'd opened the door for him, and all he had to do was walk through it. All he had do was open up. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to do what she'd done for him and lay himself bare."

    Enough already. I found myself skipping pages and glossing over these poignant moments by the middle of the book. I was looking for a novel closer to Freeman's first book (which was award winning) More crime, less angst.

    The crime storyline was well plotted crime and the final whodunit was a good one. There were a few procedural/plot points that bothered me. An upscale prostitution ring may be operating because the rate of STD's in the city has risen? Hmm, if it's upscale, I wouldn't expect the rate of STD's to go up or raise suspicion. And the other one that bothered me was Maggie (who I really like) giving information about a crime/case to a civilian.

    There were a few awkward similes....

    "She should have been pretty, but life and want had gnawed at her face like an attack of bed bugs."

    And more insects...

    "Insanely cold - twenty degrees below zero. Stride felt the wind chewing like maggots at his face."

    There was just too much 'stuff' that got in the way of what could have been a really good crime read. I'm in the minority on this one, as The Cold Nowhere was just an okay read for me.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

    Excellent Read

    Love the Jonathan Stride series and this newest book in the series did not disappoint. Only regret is that I have finished reading it already and must now wait for the next one. (Please, Brian Freeman, let there be a next one.)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2014

    Are there really Nook owners who are paying $26.99 for this? I

    Are there really Nook owners who are paying $26.99 for this? I really like this series but will never pay that amount for an e-book, especially a novel.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2014

    I started this series with this book, and immediately bought all

    I started this series with this book, and immediately bought all the rest of them. I like the way the writing flows, and always makes me want to start thte next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2014

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    Worst book im half way thru, cant finish

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  • Posted April 24, 2014

    This book is great.  It is a fast paced thriller with lots of su

    This book is great.  It is a fast paced thriller with lots of surprises.  It's been a while since I've had a book I couldn't put down but this one is the real deal.  Make sure you read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2014

    This is exciting and wonderfully written. This series started o

    This is exciting and wonderfully written. This series started off with a wonderful book (Immoral) and keeps getting better. Each one keeps me guessing right up until the end. Like all of Mr. Freeman's fans, I can't wait until the next one. Wish I could give it 10 stars.

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  • Posted April 12, 2014

    I¿ve missed this series and I¿m so happy that I can now enjoy it

    I’ve missed this series and I’m so happy that I can now enjoy it again. Stride is on the case when his past comes back and he’s determined to protect his young victim who has a stalker after her. With a connection to Serena’s case, the two are working together bringing back the dynamic duo that I loved so much. The author did a great job in keeping me in suspense with plenty of twists and turns at every corner in this fast-paced and action-filled drama. The tension, the emotions and of course a search for a killer was skillfully executed and I enjoyed every chapters as the story moved forward to a conclusion teeming with possibilities. This was a great read and I can’t wait for the next book with Stride and his friends.

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  • Posted April 1, 2014

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    A most excellent 5 star read, as usual Brian did it again! Let

    A most excellent 5 star read, as usual Brian did it again!

    Let me start out by saying this girl has been a Brian Freeman fan since his first book "Immoral" came out and blew me right out of the water back in 2005. That Brian and his wife live in Minnesota as do I, makes this series for me a must read!
    The Cold Nowhere is another great thrill ride, the 6th in this series and Duluth PD Lieutenant Jonathan Stride is fighting the bad guys again. I was off base as to "who done it" and I love when that happens. Unfortunately I am not liking Maggie very much this time around, she was way off base treating Cat the way she did. I do enjoy a flawed character but someone needs to knock that chip off her shoulder, someone like Stride. Serena is back so the dynamic has changed, in a good way. I felt the ending was a long time coming for... everyone.
    Stride is living alone now that Serena rightfully left him, in his cabin in the very cold Duluth MN. woods. He comes home one night to find footprints in the snow leading right to his door. Gun in hand he goes in and feeling a breeze blowing through the house he walks around to find a broken window. Someone is in his house. That some one turns out to be an almost frozen teenager on the floor of his closet.
    Ten years ago 6 year old Catalina Mateo was hiding under the porch when her father hacked her mother to death with a knife, then with a gun killed himself. Cat heard the horror and has been running from life ever since.
    With no one but her aunt Dory who has more problems than Cat herself she has spiraled into drugs and prostitution, never being able to leave the horror of her past behind. Stride was the cop who promised to keep Cat's mom Michaela safe from her old man and when he couldn't he also could never forget what happened. Cat remembered Stride from all those years ago and with nowhere to turn and someone stalking her and wanting her dead, as a last resort, she turns to him for help.
    Stride decides to help Cat much to the chagrin of Stride's partner, Maggie Bei who rides him and Cat incessantly throughout the story, much to my chagrin!
    A female reporter is missing and presumed dead, could she have figured out what Stride needs to know? Could it be the rich and powerful car dealer and politician Lowball Lenny with secrets of his own? Why is K2 the Chief of police on Lenny's side, what does he know that Stride doesn't? How does the sleazy psychiatrist fit in to all this? These are the questions Stride needs answered and with the help of his lost love Serena they try to figure out who wants Cat dead and why. Bodies start to pile up, the tension mounts, suspects seem to be everywhere and the ending is, well...you'll just have to read the book to see what the ending reveals! This Freeman fan will be patiently waiting for the next Stride book.

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