The Perfect Witness

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She had the perfect life.

She had the perfect cover.

She was the perfect witness.

Until they found her.

From the blockbuster bestselling author of the Eve Duncan novels comes a new, stand alone thriller about a woman with a photographic memory who has lived her life in the Witness Protection Program.  What she once saw put her entire family in jeopardy and now, years ...

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Overview

She had the perfect life.

She had the perfect cover.

She was the perfect witness.

Until they found her.

From the blockbuster bestselling author of the Eve Duncan novels comes a new, stand alone thriller about a woman with a photographic memory who has lived her life in the Witness Protection Program.  What she once saw put her entire family in jeopardy and now, years later, her cover is blown.  She’s on the run, and the lives of those she holds dear hang in the balance.  As only Iris Johansen can do, the pages turn themselves and you won’t see the twists coming. 

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
09/15/2014
At the start of this thrilling novel of paranormal suspense from bestseller Johansen (Shadow Zone), 16-year-old Teresa Casali, the daughter of the head of the New Jersey Mafia, who was gunned down three weeks earlier, is running for her life through a forest after being shot. A mysterious man, Andre Mandak, comes to her rescue. Teresa reluctantly agrees to let Mandak provide her with a new life and identity as Allie Girard. While Allie realizes that Mandak wants something in return for saving her, she also knows that he understands her ability to read people's memories, a skill that her late father often exploited. Fast forward seven years when Allie is living with a new family and enjoying a relatively normal life as a college student. When disaster strikes and her cover is blown, Allie must once again rely on Mandak, who reveals the task for which he needs her special talents. This page-turner builds to a breathless conclusion. Agent: Andrea Cirillo, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Sept.)
Kirkus Reviews
2014-10-02
When assassins come after a teen with a rare psychic ability, she's rescued by an enigmatic warrior who sweeps her into a new life. Danger is never far away, however, and her gift is potent to enemies and allies alike.The daughter of a ruthless mob boss, Teresa Casali has been forced to use her ability to read people's memories to benefit her father's business interests. But when her father is killed and her mother betrays her to his successor, she has to go on the run from his henchmen. Soon a mysterious savior appears to protect her. At first wary of Mandak's help, she comes to trust him when she realizes he can create a brand-new identity for her as well as help her control her gift. After a few weeks of training and guidance, Mandak sets her up as Allie Girard, a college student living with her "aunt and uncle," a loving couple who take her into their home and under their wing. Safe for seven years, Allie is suddenly under attack again and must go on the run with Mandak, who she discovers is attached to a shadowy organization that finds and helps psychic individuals around the globe. Mandak and his group have made a very dangerous enemy, one who has connected some dots and allied with the people who've been searching for Allie for years. After years of controlling her gift, Allie is suddenly the best weapon for vanquishing two powerful, brutal villains who will kill her if she doesn't get to them first, while Mandak is her best hope for survival until they can find their shared enemies. Johansen creates an intriguing world that revolves around a psychic underground and is peppered with some really diabolical bad guys. Readers will likely feel engaged by the story, though a few plot points seem slightly contrived, and the sexual tension between Mandak and Allie begins when she's 16, which makes sense contextually but feels slightly unwholesome. An enticing hook and compelling storytelling overcome some small flaws.
Affaire de Coeur

johansen builds the fires of intrigue with each moment, each turn of the page, and each stroke of her masterful pen.
Booklist

"Building to a shocking conclusion, [this] thriller will have fans of Eve's exploits clamoring for the trilogy's final installment…"
RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars)

In addition to being a thriller master, Johansen excels at seeding in paranormal elements that kick her stories into a new gear. Top-notch and absorbing!
4 stars) RT Book Reviews (Top Pick

?"Picks up the cliffhanger ending from the first book and concludes with another gut-wrenching cliffhanger. Readers barely get a chance to breathe as the action moves from the peril Eve faces to the desperate lengths her friends and family are prepared to go to save her. Vintage Johansen!"
RT Book Reviews (4 stars)

Keeping a long-running series both intriguing and suspenseful is no easy task, but superstar Johansen makes it look that way as she kicks off another trilogy within her Eve Duncan series. Johansen wastes no time throwing Eve into the fight of her life...Johansen never misses!
Fresh Fiction

A dynamically chilling start to a new trilogy in the ongoing Eve Duncan saga. The pulse-pounding plot …will keep readers glued to the pages with anticipation.
Night Owl Reviews

This is an edge-of-your-seat, nail-biting, and page-turner of a book.
From the Publisher

TAKING EVE
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250020055
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/30/2014
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 28,590
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Iris Johansen

IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking EveSleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora's Daughter, QuicksandKiller Dreams, On The Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One To Trust and more. And with her son, Roy Johansen, she has co-authored Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.  

Biography

After her two children left home for college, Iris Johansen decided to devote her new found free time to writing. Since she loved reading romance novels, she penned a love story, and found to her surprise that "I was just as voracious a writer as I was a reader." During the 1980s, her name was emblazoned on dozens of slender volumes featuring spirited adventuresses, passionate mystery men, and smoldering love scenes. These days, Johansen is one of a posse of former romance writers dominating the New York Times bestseller lists.

Early on in her career, Johansen developed the habit of following characters from book to book, sometimes introducing minor characters in one novel who then become major figures in another. She developed families, relationships, and even fictional countries in her romance novels, which "stretched the boundaries of the standard formulas," according to Barbara E. Kemp in Twentieth-Century Romance and Historical Writers. In 1991, Johansen broke out of category romance (a term for short books written to conform to the length, style and subject matter guidelines for a publisher's series) with The Wind Dancer, a romantic-suspense novel set in 16th-century Italy. She followed it with two sequels, Storm Winds and Reap the Wind, to form a trilogy, then wrote several more stand-alone romance novels before The Ugly Duckling was published in 1996.

The Ugly Duckling was her first book to be released in hardcover -- and the first to significantly broaden her readership beyond her romance fan base. Since then, Johansen's plots have gotten tighter and more suspense-driven; critics have praised her "flesh-and-blood characters, crackling dialogue and lean, suspenseful plotting" (Publishers Weekly). Some of her most popular books feature forensic sculptor Eve Duncan, who first appeared in The Face of Deception in 1998. But Johansen seems equally comfortable with male protagonists, and her books have crossed the gender division that often characterizes popular fiction. Indeed, Publishers Weekly called The Search "that rarity: a woman's novel for men."

Good To Know

Johansen rewrote the ending of Reap the Wind for its reissue in 2002. "I couldn't resist tightening and changing the climax to correspond with my changed ideas on plot structure but the story is basically the same," she explained in a Q&A on her publisher's web site.

Many of her early novels were written for the Loveswept series from Bantam Books; bestselling authors Sandra Brown and Kay Hooper also wrote for the series.

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CHAPTER ONE

SHE WAS BLEEDING …

The pain in her side was almost overwhelming.

Teresa could hear the three men behind her in the forest, crashing through the underbrush.

Run.

No time to try to stop the bleeding. If she didn’t get away from them, there would be another bullet, another wound.

Or death.

She had been lucky to have seen them coming up the road toward the cabin and guessed that they had been sent to kill her. She had slipped out of the cabin, but they had caught sight of her running into the woods. She had heard Mick Judaro shout to Tantona when he saw her. He’s been surprised, they’d thought she’d be easy game. But she’d been waiting for them for the last three days.

Waiting for death.

No, she wouldn’t let them kill her. She could feel the anger tearing through her, smothering the fear.

“Stop, Teresa. We didn’t mean to hurt you. That was only supposed to be a warning shot.” It was Hank Tantona calling out to her. “We were just sent to bring you back. You know me. I’ve watched you grow up. I was at your sixteenth birthday party last month.”

She had not wanted to have that party, but Mother had insisted. She had said it would look strange if she didn’t throw a party for her. And she had been aware of Tantona leaning against the wall while she blew out the candles. Smiling, joking with her father. She hadn’t been able to look at him.

His memories were too dark, too ugly, swirling around, pushing into every corner of his mind. He didn’t try to keep that ugliness tucked away. He was proud of it.

Like her father.

But she had learned to shut herself away from her father’s memories. She wouldn’t have been able to survive living with him if she hadn’t.

She ran faster.

“I know you’re scared,” Tantona shouted. “But Rico Camano doesn’t want to hurt you either. He only wants to talk to you. He was a good friend to your father. He wants to find out who murdered him. He thinks you can help.”

Liar. Liar. Liar.

“But you have to obey Camano just like you did your father. After all, he’s our boss now, Teresa. He’s the Don. And your father would like him to be in charge now that he’s gone. Camano will treat you well if you just do what he says.”

Camano would kill her. She had seen it in his face at her father’s funeral. He had smiled at her and patted her shoulder, but she could still feel the coldness of him.

Then he had smiled at her mother, Gina, and she had smiled back.

And Teresa had known that she was alone.

“But if you don’t stop, we may have to take you down, Teresa,” Tantona called. “We’ll try not to hurt you again, but I can’t promise. Just give up and let us talk to you.”

Her breath was coming in gasps, and the pain was getting worse. “Blood,” she muttered. She had to do something about that blood …

“Yes, you do.”

She paused, startled at the words that had come out of nowhere. Her gaze flew to the path in front of her.

A man stood on the path a few yards away. Tall, dark-haired, gleaming, light blue eyes. Dressed in dark jeans and sweatshirt. She didn’t recognize him. He was a stranger. But everyone was the enemy.

Her hand tightened on the branch in her hand, then she crouched and swung the branch at him like a club.

He grabbed it and wrenched her arm until the branch dropped to the ground. “You don’t have time for this. I’m no threat to you, Teresa.”

She punched him in the stomach.

He muttered a curse and swung her around and shoved her up the path. “I told you I was no threat. Get out of here. You have only a few minutes. I’ll take care of Tantona and the others. Wait for me on the hill, and I’ll look at that wound.”

She hesitated only for a second, then took off running again. She didn’t know what was going on, but it couldn’t be worse than what she was facing now. He was a stranger, but strangers couldn’t be any more dangerous than those people with whom she’d spent her entire life.

Mother …

Don’t think of her. It hurt too much.

Keep running.

She heard a scream behind her. Then a curse, then another sound that was like a grunt.

Had Tantona killed him?

The wet shrubs were striking her face as she ran up the hill.

Get away. He had told her to wait, but he was probably a dead man.

If he wasn’t, he could be just as much a danger to her as the men who had shot her. She couldn’t trust him. She couldn’t trust anyone.

“Dammit, stop.” The stranger’s voice behind her. “You’re okay now. No one’s chasing you. Correction. No one but me. Stop.”

She kept running.

Two minutes later, he tackled her from behind and took her down.

She rolled over, and her fist struck out and hit his mouth. Then she butted her head up and struck his chest as hard as she could.

Dizzy. Her head was spinning.

But she tried to do it again.

He muttered a curse as he straddled her and pinned her shoulders to the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you, you little tarantula.”

“No, you’re not,” she said fiercely, and moved her head, so that she could sink her teeth into his hand on her shoulder.

He didn’t move but said through clenched teeth, “Get your fangs out of me, or I’ll knock you out and explain later. Do you want me to prove that I’m not one of Camano’s errand boys? I will. No problem. Let’s go down the hill, and I’ll show you their bodies.”

She stiffened and removed her teeth from his hand. “That doesn’t prove you’re not just as bad.” She was silent, looking up at him. “Did you really kill them?”

He shrugged. “It was the only way to stop them. Camano had given them orders. He would have taken you alive, but he’d be relieved if you were dead.”

“How do you know what Camano wants or doesn’t want?”

“Not because I belong to his fine organization. He’s as dirty a gangster as your father was before him. I don’t give a damn about him.” He met her eyes. “But I do give a damn about you. I want to help you.”

“Bullshit. I don’t know you. Get off me.”

“Then let me introduce myself. My name is Andre Mandak. And I’ll get off you if you promise you won’t kick me in the nuts or run away. And if you’ll let me take a look at that wound and stop the bleeding.”

“Why would you want do anything to help me? I don’t know you.”

“You’ve said that before. Maybe I’m just a good Samaritan.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ve said that before, too. I know you’re scared, but think. I saved your life. Why would I want to take it now?”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You don’t trust anyone. Deal with it. I’m the only game in town.”

She stared up at him, then slowly nodded. “Get off me.”

He swung off her and helped her to her feet. “I’ll take you to my car on the road and see if I can stop that bleeding and—”

“I’m not getting into any car,” she said flatly. “And how do I know that you really did kill those men who were after me? Maybe it’s a lie to trick me.” She started back down the hill. “I want to see them for myself.”

“Really?” He followed her. “Are you sure? Corpses aren’t a pleasant sight.”

“I have to know if you lied to me.” Her hand was holding the wound in her side. It was wet with blood. Pain … She had to keep on going. “If you work for Camano, too, I don’t think you’d kill his men. It wouldn’t make sense. So I might be able to trust you to— No, but maybe I could—” She stopped again. She wasn’t thinking clearly. She whirled to face him. “But you took away that club I had. If you really want to help me, give me your gun or something else to protect myself if you’ve lied to me.”

“What?” He shook his head. “I didn’t expect that.” He hesitated an instant. “No gun, that would be too easy to turn against me.” He reached in his jacket pocket and took out a long, slender dagger. “That’s not enough to prove I’m on your side?” He gave the dagger to her. “No, I guess not.”

“I have to know that they’re dead. Then I might be able to listen to you and decide what you want from me.”

“And someone is always wanting something from you, aren’t they, Teresa?” he asked quietly. “You’re only sixteen. How long has it been going on?”

“None of your business,” she said jerkily. Don’t give in to the weakness. Put one foot in front of the other. “Where are Tantona and the others?”

“You’re my business, or I wouldn’t be here,” he said roughly. “And part of that business is keeping you alive. Will you give this up and let me stop that bleeding?”

“Where are they?”

“Behind those trees up ahead. You’re running a big risk just to see if I’m lying to you.”

“I know. How else can I find out? You could be tricking me. But you could have killed me back there. I don’t know why you didn’t. Either way it’s a risk. I can’t trust anyone. But I have to find out for sure who I have to fight.”

“By all means, go check them out. Considering the fact that your dirtbag father raised you as a Mafia princess, I’m sure you shouldn’t be shocked at a few dead bodies.”

He was angry, she realized. Were those words supposed to hurt her? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but finding a way to get away from Camano.

She faded to the left when she reached the trees and tried to creep quietly forward in case there was someone in wait for her. Her hand tightened on the dagger. She stopped and listened.

No sound.

Her gaze searched the darkness.

She went a few steps deeper into the trees.

The first body she saw was that of Georgie Sohler. He was lying crumpled beside an oak tree. His head was twisted at an odd angle.

Shock. She stopped short, then forced herself to keep on walking.

A few yards later she saw Mick Judaro lying with eyes wide open staring at the sky.

“Seen enough?” Mandak asked, behind her.

She shook her head, moving forward.

Tantona’s throat had been cut, and there was a pool of blood on the ground around him.

Dead. All dead.

“Satisfied?” Andre Mandak asked.

“Satisfied I’m safe from them.” She couldn’t take her eyes from the wound in Tantona’s throat. “Not satisfied that I’m safe from you. You’re a murderer like them. You killed them all in just a matter of minutes.” She was dizzy, and it was hard to form the words. “Maybe you’re … worse than they were.”

“Or better. It depends on how you look at it.” He took a step closer to her. “But I’m not going to hurt you, dammit. Now let me—”

Her knees were buckling. She was falling …

He caught her before she reached the ground. He took the dagger from her hand. Then he lifted her and was carrying her through the trees.

“Let me … down.”

“No way. I’ve wasted enough time already. I can’t be sure that Tantona didn’t phone a location to Camano while he was chasing you.”

“Camano already … knew I was at the cabin. That’s why he sent them.”

“How did he know?”

“She … told him.”

“Who?”

“My mother.” It hurt to say the words. “She … told him.”

He was silent. “You’re sure?”

“I’m … sure.”

“Son of a bitch.

He was angry again. She didn’t think that it was with her this time … “What are you going to do to me?” She moistened her lips, then said fiercely, “I won’t let you kill me. I’m not going to die. Do you hear me? I’ll fight you.”

“I know you will. You’re ready to fight the whole damn world.” He was looking straight ahead. “But you don’t listen. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m your best hope to stay alive.”

“Why?” she whispered. “If you help me, Camano will kill you.”

He didn’t answer.

And she didn’t care. She was getting dizzy again. It might be okay to hope that he didn’t want to hurt her or kill her and just let go …

“You were wrong about me,” she whispered. “I’ve only saw one man who had been murdered before tonight. But he was shot in the head. Hideous…”

“Your father did it?”

Jokman’s skull exploding and blood and brains blowing in all directions.

Guilt. Terrible guilt.

Scream. She had screamed …

“No, I did it. It was me…”

Darkness.

*   *   *

GLITTERING STARS. TALL TREES. Wisps of smoke.

A crackling fire only a few feet away.

And Andre Mandak was kneeling beside her, his gaze focused intently on the bandage he was applying to the wound in her side. He looked up as he felt her stiffen. “Back with me? I was beginning to worry. You lost quite a bit of blood. The wound isn’t all that bad, just a flesh wound. But you probably suffered shock.”

“Where are we?”

“After I stopped the blood, I drove twenty or thirty miles down the road and set up camp to finish the job.” He was buttoning up her shirt. “You need blood, but it’s not urgent. I’ll get you to someone I trust to check my first aid within the next twelve hours or so.” He smiled. “But I don’t anticipate any complaints. I’m pretty damn good.”

She shook her head. “You’re crazy. I’m not going to take that chance. I don’t know or trust you. Why should I trust your friend?”

“No reason. Except that from now on I’m going to run the show.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s the way it has to be,” he said as he moved a few yards away from her. “Unless you particularly want Camano to kill you or get his hands on you. Neither would be pleasant. I understand that he has certain ambitions in which he thinks you might be a help or hindrance.”

“I can run. I can hide. I don’t need you.”

“The hell you don’t. If I help you, you’ll survive. If I don’t, you may last six months.” He smiled and coaxed, “Come on, Teresa. Use me. People have been using you for most of your life. It’s your turn now.”

She stared at him. He had suddenly turned from brutal frankness to a charisma that was almost mesmerizing. She had only been vaguely aware of him as a man since he had appeared in her life tonight. He had only been a threat and a puzzle and the faint stirring of hope.

Close-cut dark hair, blue eyes beneath slashing dark brows, high cheekbones, and a beautifully shaped sensual mouth. How old? Late twenties? Early thirties? He was dressed in dark jeans and sweatshirt that revealed he was lean but muscular and very strong in spite of his slimness. He had carried her with no problem at all. “Who are you? Not your name, Mandak. Who are you to me?”

“Who am I?” He thought about it. “Your savior? Your teacher? Anything else will have to be worked out between us.”

“Savior?”

“I killed three men for you tonight. Doesn’t that qualify?”

“How did you even know I was in those woods tonight?”

“I’ve been waiting … and watching. I knew it was going to happen soon.”

“What? How?”

“Because it wasn’t reasonable that they’d let you go peacefully. It would have been too dangerous for Camano.” He paused. “I didn’t know that your mother was involved.”

“I don’t want to talk about her,” she said shakily. “She didn’t mean for anyone to hurt me. She loves me.”

“Very well. But I had to know if she’s a threat.”

“Why? Why do you have to know anything? Who the hell are you? How do I know that you won’t try to sell me to Camano? I don’t know you.”

“But I know you. I’ve been watching you for a long time.” He held up his hand as she opened her lips to speak. “I’ll tell you as much as I can. I’ve been keeping an eye on your father and his relationship with you for the last few years after it came to my attention.”

She stiffened. “What came to your attention?”

He only stared at her.

“What?” she said through clenched teeth. “You’re bluffing. You don’t know anything about me. You couldn’t.”

“I know your father discovered what he thought was a treasure trove in you and exploited it for at least two years. I know Camano probably killed him and is wavering between trying to use you the way your father did or killing you to be sure you don’t reveal that he was the one who ordered the kill.” He paused. “Tell me, do you know for certain that it was Camano?”

“How could I?” she asked cautiously. “Even the police weren’t sure that he killed my father.” Her lips twisted. “Not that they cared. They were just glad to get rid of one more gangster. When Camano became Don, they just refocused their attention and forgot about my father.” She had a sudden thought. “Or maybe they didn’t. Are you with the police? Is that how you know so much about me?”

He shook his head. “God, no. But it’s refreshing of you to jump to that connection. At least, you’re not still thinking I’m going to sell you to Camano.”

“I’m not sure that you’re not. You know too much about me.” She defiantly met his eyes. “Or do you? Just what do you know, Mandak?”

“You want it all? I know that you’re the only child of Antonio Casali and his wife, Gina. Casali was pretty much a scumbag and involved in murder, vice, and longshore racketeering. He was so dirty he managed to climb up to head the New Jersey Mafia. Three weeks ago, he was gunned down in the streets in Trenton.” He paused. “You went to the funeral, but then you disappeared from view. I assumed that it was your mother’s doing to get you away from Camano, who had just taken power. Is that right?”

She nodded jerkily. “I thought that it was going to be okay. I prayed that she wouldn’t do it.”

“Do what? Betray you?”

She didn’t answer.

He was studying her face. “Too late,” he said softly. “You’ve already slipped and told me too much. You’re her daughter. Why would she do that to you, Teresa?”

“Why should I tell you?” she asked bitterly. “You believe you know it all. But all that stuff you rattled off doesn’t mean anything. Guesswork. Or you could have read it in the newspaper.”

“Then should I go a step farther? Your parents were far too busy to take care of you. Your father was a mob boss who had ambitions to take over the entire Northeast territory. Your mother liked being married to Casali and acting the queen bee. She had no time to be a mother. You were sent away to boarding school from the time you were six. You didn’t seem to mind. You did extraordinarily well at school. You’re exceptionally bright, and very early on, the teachers found that you had a special talent. You have a photographic memory.”

She stiffened. She didn’t like where this was going. “No big deal. It’s not common, but photographic memory isn’t really that special.”

“Special enough. The school principal advised your parents, and they were curious enough to bring you home and show you off for amusement value. Your mother particularly liked to be the center of attention. The glow didn’t last long, and they sent you back to school about six months later.” He grimaced. “I’d bet you were relieved. You liked your books and your teachers and had no desire to be a star.”

But those months had held their own magic, she wanted to tell him. For the first time, she had felt important to her mother. Her father was always cold and had never paid any attention to her. But her mother had been a beautiful butterfly who fluttered and smiled, and occasionally lingered in Teresa’s world for brief instants. “Are you nuts? I was no star. I told you, a photographic memory isn’t all that rare.”

“But you were relieved to go back to school?”

“Maybe.”

“But it didn’t last long, did it? Two years later, the school expelled you and sent you home. They couldn’t deal with you.” He paused. “Would you like to tell me why?”

Her hands clenched into fists. She couldn’t breathe. He knew.

“Shall I tell you?” he asked softly. “It wasn’t the photographic memory. They could have handled that in a student. But that talent had changed, metamorphosed, in those two years. The teachers and students were regarding you as a freak. They felt insecure and afraid of you.”

Nightmare time. Loneliness. Oh, the aching loneliness. It was all rushing back to her.

“They were idiots. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he said gently. “But even the teachers weren’t prepared for what you were able to do.”

“I didn’t want to do it. I’d just look at them, and it was there before me.”

“What?”

She didn’t answer.

“What, Teresa?”

“Why are you asking me? I don’t know who told you. But you know, damn you.”

“Tell me.”

“The memories,” she said unevenly. “I could read their memories. Whenever they remembered anything, it was clear as glass to me.”

“You couldn’t read minds but you could read past thoughts, past actions, memories. Intimidating.”

“I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t know what was happening to me. At first I thought I was actually reading their minds. But it was blank for me unless they were remembering something. But one was as bad as the other. No one would believe me. They thought I was lying.” She moistened her lips. “But it was worse when they did begin to believe me.”

“They kicked you out and sent you back to your parents.”

“I was glad to go. I didn’t think it could get any worse.”

“But it did.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “My father … was interested. It wasn’t like before when I was just a curiosity. He thought that I might be … He wanted to see if he could use me.”

“Your mother?”

“She said I should do whatever my father said. She said this time we had to keep it a big secret just between the two of them and me. She made me go to this fancy Dr. Kramer on Fifth Avenue. He was a psychiatrist. He told my mother and father that he didn’t believe in what the school was telling him, but he’d investigate and let them know.” She said hoarsely, “I hated it. He kept asking me questions. Over and over. He wanted to know how I knew when I was making contact with someone’s memory. I told him that it was like being sucked into a dark tunnel, and I was suddenly just there. He told me to stop making up stories. He’d use big words like ‘hippocampus’ and ‘frontal cortex’. He’d tape wires and stuff on my head. He’d bring in strangers and try to trick me into saying the wrong things about what they were remembering. It went on and on…”

“But then he found out you weren’t making up the stories.”

“Yes, all those tests showed that my brain appeared to make contact with the amygdala segment of the brain of anyone with whom I came in close contact. Those are the cells that harbor memory. He told mother that there was evidence of stimulation in both brains. He said that my sensation of being pulled into a tunnel was my mind focusing, making adjustments.”

“That tunnel signal interests me,” Mandak said. “It may indicate you’re struggling for control.”

“Control? Are you crazy? I have no control. I just have to accept. My mother was excited. But she told me that I wasn’t to go back to see Dr. Kramer. He wanted to write an article for some medical journal, and that was making my father angry. He didn’t want anyone to know about what I could do.”

“Exit Dr. Kramer. What happened to him?”

“I don’t know. My mother said that he was going to Europe to study for some degree.”

“How convenient.”

Though she had accepted what her mother said at the time, that’s what Teresa had thought in the years that followed. People who displeased her father often just went away never to be seen again. “I was glad at the time. I hated going to his office.”

“But you hated more what happened when your father and mother believed his report.”

“Yes,” she said jerkily.

“And what did your father make you do?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. She didn’t know why she had already told him as much as she had. Secrets … Her mother had told her that she mustn’t tell anyone, that it was a secret. But she was alone now, and this man might have saved her life. And just telling someone about those years made her feel less vulnerable.

“They’d sit me down in the library with my father and whoever he chose to bring home with him,” she said haltingly. “Sometimes it was one of his men, sometimes a politician, sometimes it was someone from another mob. He’d ignore me, but he’d laugh and joke with them. I guess that they thought it was a little weird to have me there, but maybe they felt safer and more at ease having a kid in the room. After they’d left, I had to tell my father what memories had surfaced in their minds during the visit.” She closed her eyes. “So ugly. Mean and cruel and ugly. Memories are never anything like what’s on the surface. They’re almost always selfish, and the reasons why anyone does something are usually based on what they remember as being good or pleasant for them in the past. But often what those men thought pleasant was cruel and bloody and—” Her eyes opened, and she stopped as those memories began to come alive for her again. “Sometimes I wanted to throw up. I begged my father not to make me do it. He wouldn’t listen. My mother said that it was my duty and that I mustn’t say anything that might upset him.”

“Did it continue until he was killed?”

“No.” She drew a shaky breath. “Until about six months ago. I knew what my father was by that time. At first, I was numb and scared and just did what he told me to do. Then I began to wonder what effect my telling my father about those memories was having on those people he had me read. One night Ned Jokman came to see my father. He had worked with him for years. His memories were … bad. Death. Cheating. Bribes … After I gave my father the report, he seemed angry. He stormed out of the house. I followed him. He went to the guesthouse, where Jokman was staying. My father’s men dragged Jokman out into the woods and made him kneel.” She shuddered. “My father shot him in the head.”

Blood and bits of skull and brains flying everywhere.

“I screamed. I kept on screaming. My father hit me and hit me again. I deserved it. It was my fault.” She swallowed. “My fault. My fault.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Don’t tell me that,” she said fiercely. “I told my father what Jokman remembered doing, and he dragged him out into the woods and killed him. It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t told him. It wouldn’t have happened if I’d shut away those memories and blocked them.”

His eyes narrowed on her face. “Can you do that?”

She was silent. “Sometimes.”

“Not often.”

“But I can pretend,” she said quickly. “I can make people think I’m not able to do it any longer.”

“Is that how you kept your father from forcing you to tap into anyone’s memories after he killed Jokman?”

She was silent.

“It would be the only way to do it,” he said. “He wouldn’t give up such a prize advantage, and he obviously didn’t give a damn about you. Did he make it rough on you?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

The regular beatings with the belt. The ropes. Isolation, verbal and physical abuse.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s over.”

“Your mother didn’t interfere?”

He didn’t understand about Gina. Nothing bad ever touched her. Beautiful butterflies never interfered in anything ugly. But she had come to Teresa after every punishment and held her in her arms and dried her tears.

“I know, baby,” Gina had whispered as she held her close and stroked her hair. “I grew up with beatings, too. You just have to do whatever you have to do to survive. Give him what he wants, if you can. Just remember that I’m always here for you.”

“Teresa?”

She didn’t answer.

“You fooled him?”

“I had to make him believe me,” she said jerkily. “I couldn’t do what he wanted any longer. It helped that I couldn’t stop crying for days after it happened. He thought maybe I was going crazy.”

“Yes, I can see how that would help convince the son of a bitch,” Mandak said harshly. “A raving maniac wouldn’t be of much use to him.” He was silent. “Did you try to get away from him?”

“Once. He caught me and locked me up. Then, two weeks later, he was killed, and I thought that I’d be free.”

“But you weren’t free. It’s difficult keeping a secret as valuable and intriguing as your father was trying to do. Just the fact that you, a child, were present at certain crucial meetings was unusual. There had to be leaks. Camano knew about you and wanted to take over the action.” He paused. “Or to get rid of you before you could read some of his own memories that might prove fatal for him.”

“No!” she said sharply. “That wouldn’t happen. I’m never going to do that again.”

“But you can’t help yourself, can you? You wouldn’t do it intentionally, but if you leave yourself open, don’t the memories come flooding?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “How do you know that?”

“Don’t they?”

Panic was suddenly racing through her. Why was she even talking to him? Why had the answers to his questions tumbled out helter-skelter? Perhaps because he had already seemed to know so much already. But those facts could have been learned by diligent research.

But not the way the memories worked. That was what was scaring her to death. There wasn’t any way he could know how that worked. No one could know how people’s memories flowed gently to her at times and at others came and went like wind and thunder. Or how impossible it was to stop them when they wanted to be heard.

“I’ve frightened you.” His gaze was searching her face. “You’re such a tough kid, I keep forgetting that I’m supposed to deal gently with you. It’s not my modus operandi.”

“You didn’t frighten me.” Then she said hoarsely, “Yes, you did. You know too much. Things you shouldn’t know. But it’s nothing I can’t get over. I just have to find out if it’s going to hurt me.”

“It might. But not right away. You’ll have a chance to recover and develop good defenses. That’s all I can promise you.”

“Are you being honest with me?”

He smiled faintly. “Yes. Can’t you tell? Why don’t you see what kind of horrendous memories I’m storing away? It might help.”

“I told you that I won’t do that again. It’s not what—” But she could feel the familiar darkness of the tunnel pulling her, his memories flowing toward her, overwhelming her.

And she could feel herself reaching out, searching …

Nothing.

Blank.

Reflecting like a mirrored golden wall.

She was stunned.

“You’ve never run across a block?”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, and so can you if you let me help you. Accept it. Isn’t it really a relief not to be able to read me?”

Relief? It was weird and terrifying. There was nothing comforting about this blankness. It was like looking at the edge of a machete that could turn and cut in a heartbeat. “Who are you? You said you weren’t the police.”

“And I’m not. That doesn’t mean that I can’t offer you a certain amount of protection.” He opened a bottle of water and handed it to her. “And that I may eventually be able to give you a gift that you’ll find priceless.”

“What gift?” she asked warily.

“You have a talent that’s wild and erratic. I can teach you to block and control. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” he asked softly. “I can give that to you, Teresa.”

“I don’t want to control it. I want to get rid of it.”

He shook his head. “That’s not one of the options.”

“Then just let me go, and I’ll work it out for myself.” She took a drink of water, then asked, “Why can’t I read your memories?”

“Control and blocking. Which makes me stronger than you. You’ve been surrounded by people who have made you a victim. Aren’t you tempted to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“All I want is to get away from here and stay alive.”

“That’s part of the package.”

“It is?” She was trying to think, trying to work it out. “You know what’s happening in my head. Or at least some of it. Is it because you’re a freak like me?”

“You’re not a freak. You’re very special.” He shook his head. “People call me special, too, but I don’t possess your gift. You’re not unique, but your ability is very rare. I don’t share it.”

“Be grateful,” she said bitterly.

“Oh, I am. I have enough on my plate without that. But it’s not as if I couldn’t deal with it. It’s a tricky path, and you’ve just been dealing with the wrong guides.” He smiled. “For instance, I’m a guide without equal.”

“You think well of yourself.”

He nodded. “Confidence is a valuable weapon.”

“But even if you aren’t like me, that doesn’t mean you’re not a freak. Special is only a pretty word for it. People use you, and when they’re through with you, they push you away because you’re different.”

“Then you learn to wear a mask and push back when it becomes necessary.”

“Like you pushed back tonight? You killed those men.”

“It was necessary. If they’d caught you, they would probably have killed you. Wouldn’t you have fought back?” He stared her in the eye. “Didn’t you intend to kill if you had to do it?”

“That’s different.”

He chuckled. “It’s always different in the first person.”

“But you had no reason to do it. You had no quarrel with them. You could have walked away.”

“No, I couldn’t have walked away.” He paused. “And I had a very good reason.”

“What?”

“I had to pay in advance for services rendered.”

“What services?”

“Future services.”

“What future—” She stopped as he shook his head. “Services. That means you want to use me, too.”

“I won’t deny it,” he said quietly. “But you’ll find I always pay for what I want. But you’re not ready for me to offer you a deal yet. We’ll discuss it later.”

He was being annoyingly deceptive. She changed the subject. “How do you know what goes on in my head? Are you some kind of slimy egotist like Dr. Kramer?”

He shook his head again.

“Stop doing that.” She wanted to hit him. She was brimming with frustration. “I want to know who you are and what you have to do with me.”

“I’m sure you do, but that’s not an option, either. You’ll find out in time, but you need that time. You’re only sixteen, Teresa.”

“You say you want to help me, but that’s not true, is it? You’re like everyone else. You said you wanted to use me.”

“Yes, I do.” He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “In the end, we all use each other. I’ll take what I want from you. But I’m giving you a chance to grow and strengthen and fight me. I consider that very generous. Don’t you?”

She didn’t know what she thought. His hand was exquisitely gentle against her temple, and his light eyes were mesmerizing. She was tired and frightened and desperate, and she had to ignore the physical appeal of Mandak. It had nothing to do with who he really was. Her father had been sleek and handsome, too, but inside he was ugly or he’d never have had those chilling, callous memories. And she couldn’t know what memories Mandak was hiding, and that was scary in itself. “It’s all double-talk. How do you expect me to make sense of you?” She went on in a rush, “That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fool me. What … How would you keep Camano away from me?”

“Have you disappear. Create a new identity. You’ve heard of the Witness Protection Program? Something similar to that.”

“It wouldn’t work. They’d find me. My father had the police in his pocket. Camano took over and kept the bribes going.”

“We wouldn’t deal with local authorities. I have someone high up in the U.S. Marshals Service who would make sure that all information was strictly confidential. Josh Dantlow would handle the details of your resettlement himself, and any communication would only be through him … or me.”

She gazed at him skeptically.

“You doubt it would work? Dantlow would answer to me. There’s no question that he would betray me.”

“You killed three men tonight. If he’s government, are you saying that he’d turn a blind eye to murder?”

“I’m saying that I have him under control.” He shrugged. “And that he’d probably regard that scum as unimportant in the scheme of things. They all had records a mile long. I did the police a favor in removing them.”

“Your opinion.”

“And yours. You weren’t crying when you saw those bodies. You were shocked. You were a little sick. But all you could think about was that men who were trying to kill you had been taken out. They were the enemy.” He paused. “Like your father, like Rico Camano.”

He was right, she thought wearily. Why was she arguing when she might have been dead except for his lethal intervention? He had been there when she needed him most. She could never trust him. She could never trust anyone. But by that single act of violence, he had formed a chain it would be hard for her to break. “But you’re like Camano. You’re like my father. You said yourself that you were going to use me.” She glared at him. “How? I won’t do it if there’s any way I can get out of it. Would you beat me? Would you kill me if I learn too much?”

“A beautiful young girl like you? What a waste that would be.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

“No, but I’ve told you that I’m giving you your chance to save yourself.” He added, “And I’ll promise to make sure that you’ll be safe until you’re ready for me. That will probably be at least a few years.” He smiled. “After all, it would be to my advantage to keep Camano at bay and you alive. As you pointed out, you’re no good to me if I can’t use you.”

“Promises? I can’t trust your word. I don’t know anything about you.”

“You’ll have the opportunity to learn more. Once I have you settled, I’ll be visiting you frequently.”

“No! I want you to leave me alone.”

He didn’t answer.

No, of course, he wouldn’t. He had told her he was in control of the situation, and he was manipulating her into a position where he’d remain in control. “What … would you do with me?”

“Find you a safe place, surround you with safe people, let you grow and learn.”

“It sounds too … good,” she said doubtfully. “Where do you fit in?”

“Oh, I’m a very important part of the picture. I guard your body, and I give you gifts that only I can provide.” He smiled. “Because I can teach you how to block those memories assaulting you and push them away to some extent. It’s one of my more freakish talents. In some cases, I can also create a complete barrier and make you unable to read some of the people surrounding you so that you can have a few normal relationships.”

Her eyes widened. “You could do that?”

He nodded. “My pleasure. I thought you’d like that.”

Like? It would seem like a miracle to her. To reach out and touch and not have the poison of being thought strange or having everyone afraid of her. “It’s been … a long time. Not since everything went wrong when I was a kid.”

And he had probed and studied her and decided that this was an offer she couldn’t refuse. The idea that he was right and that she desperately wanted what he said he could give her made her suddenly angry. “You’re probably lying.”

“I’m not lying,” he said. “I promise you.”

“How do I know that? You’re setting all of this up and expecting me to go along with it. You can go to hell,” she said defiantly. “I’ll do what I please.”

He smiled faintly. “And you’ll be pleased to go along with the plan at least in the beginning. The Witness Protection Program is eminently respectable and will give you the opportunity to take it on the lam if you begin to feel threatened. I’ll have Dantlow give you impeccable references to verify his identity. On the other hand, it may be the only sure way to save your life. True?”

So true that it was filling her with desperation and panic. She had no money and no friends. She wasn’t afraid to go out on her own, but she knew that the odds would be against her. And she would not let Camano kill her.

“It … might be true,” she said reluctantly.

He nodded. “Then you agree.”

She was silent, considering if she had any other choices. “Temporarily. Don’t expect it to last.”

He chuckled. “God, you’re stubborn. And what a firecracker. Stubborn and full of anger and fire.” His smile faded. “But who could blame you? Defense mechanisms all the way.”

“You’re talking like one of those doctors again. Are you sure that you’re—”

“Very sure.” He was putting out the campfire. “And now that we’re on the same page, let’s get the hell out of here. I had to take the time to bind that wound and come to terms with you. But I want to be over the Kentucky border by dawn.”

“What’s in Kentucky?”

“An airport at Louisville and a meeting with Josh Dantlow.”

She stiffened. “You made an appointment with him before you talked to me?”

“Yes, and save the complaints. Time was important. You’ll have a lot more to be pissed off about before this is over.” He reached down and half pulled, half lifted her to her feet. “Can you walk?”

“Yes.” Her knees were shaking. She took a tentative step forward. “Give me a minute.”

“Screw it. Time’s still important.” He lifted her in his arms and headed for his car, parked by the road. “There’s one other thing that I have to tell you.” He was looking straight ahead. “Dantlow will ask you if you want to include any other family members in the Witness Protection Program. He’ll ask about your mother. I didn’t tell him that she wouldn’t be acceptable.” He smiled crookedly. “I didn’t know myself. But you’ll have to do it now.”

Pain. Sadness. Not acceptable? Who would ever believe that beautiful Gina wouldn’t be welcomed anywhere …

“Teresa?” He was looking down at her. “It has to be done. If it’s true that she betrayed you to Camano. Are you certain?”

She didn’t answer.

“Teresa.”

“I’m certain.” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t want to believe it, but no one else knew I was here. I know she didn’t want to do it. He probably lied to her. My mother knows she has to do what Camano wants her to do. She was always saying that we were both weak and had to obey if we were going to survive.” She could feel the tears sting her eyes. “And I knew it was coming. At my father’s funeral I could see it…”

“See what?”

“My mother. Camano. They were smiling at each other. She was remembering how much she liked being the queen that my father had made her. The fancy resorts, the designer clothes, the respect and fear she could sense in all the people around her when she was with my father. It was her whole life, and I could see that I wasn’t important in comparison. It was only the power and the glamour she’d had as his wife. Now Camano has the power.” She closed her eyes. “And I knew that she’d reach out and take Camano if she could get him. It would be her way to survive. I prayed she wouldn’t.” She whispered, “How I prayed…”

“She’s his mistress now?”

“I guess so. Anyone would want her. She’s so beautiful. I always thought she was like a wonderful butterfly.”

“And evidently with a soul that was not at all beautiful. And certainly not wonderful to you.”

“She never hurt me. Not like my father. She’d smile whenever she saw me. She even brought me presents sometimes.” She opened her eyes. “She dazzled me. She dazzled everyone. So beautiful…”

“You’ll be more beautiful in a few years. All her glamour and with character, too.”

She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”

“And you have a softness toward your mother that could be fatal.” He had reached the car and was putting her down on the passenger side. “You can’t have any contact with her.”

“I know. I’m not stupid, Mandak. Camano might force her to tell him where I am.” She reached out to steady herself as he opened the car door. “I knew when Tantona and the others came for me that I couldn’t trust her to save me. I have to look out for myself.”

“Right. And you may see a beautiful butterfly, but I’m seeing a prime bitch.” He settled her in the seat and fastened her seat belt. “Good riddance to her, Allie.”

She frowned, puzzled. “Allie?”

He reached out and touched her hair. “Such pretty dark curls. It shines in the moonlight. It’s a shame we’ll have to tint it, but it’s too eye-catching.”

“Allie?” she repeated.

He nodded. “Get used to it. No more Teresa Casali. She’s gone forever. You’re Allie Girard.”

Before she could answer, he’d slammed the car door and was running around to the driver’s seat.

Gone forever. No more Teresa Casali.

The words repeated over and over in her mind as he started the car and drove onto the road.

Loneliness … and relief.

“I was wondering how you’d take it.” Mandak’s gaze was on her face. “First shock and then…?”

“I can start over. No one will know I’m … weird. Fresh start. I can make my life what I choose.” She grimaced. “If I can keep from getting killed.”

“Not quite a fresh start. I’ll still be in the picture.”

“For the time being.”

He smiled. “And I can see you’re already plotting on how to rid yourself of me.”

“It’s possible.” She lifted her chin and stared at him challengingly. “If I don’t find a reason to use you as you say you’re going to use me.”

He chuckled. “I look forward to watching you make the attempt, Allie.”

“Allie,” she repeated, trying to get used to the sound of it. “What was the last name?”

“Girard.”

She leaned back in the seat, her gaze on the darkness beyond the windshield. She could rid her life of that darkness. She could turn her back on all the ugliness. She could pretend to—no, she could teach herself to not let herself see what she should not see. If she was strong enough, determined enough, she’d be able to do it. She might even take Mandak up on his offer to help her conquer that helplessness that had made those years a nightmare. Why not? He’d made no secret that she was only a means to some complex, shadowy end to him. He had said use him, and she should have no compunction about doing it. Not if it meant that life could be different for her.

Teresa Casali was gone, never to return. Only this new, strange person was left to reach out and take hold and shape the world to suit herself.

A person named Allie Girard …

Copyright © 2014 by Johansen Publishing LLLP.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2014

    Terrible

    This book should never have been published. The story is so thin I cannot understand how it was referred to as "thrilling" in the Publishers Weekly review. Oh, maybe because they fabricate positive reviews to sell more books. 2nd worst book I've ever read, and I read a lot.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2014

    Not up to par

    Story not up to par with Iris Johansen's usual story or writing. Story very predictable, no surprises, characters not well developed. very disappointed

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 23, 2014

    Awful, do not waste your money. Premise is never made believable

    Awful, do not waste your money.
    Premise is never made believable, dialogue repeats, and repeats, and repeats. I now distrust the Publishers Weekly reviews on the
    B&N website. Must only be there to convince you to waste money because any editor with a brain would not publish this. 

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2014

    AWFUL

    One of my favorite authors and I'm stunned at this book. Talk about DRAGGING on and on.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 24, 2014

    Not up to Iris Johansen's usual standards. I listened to this b

    Not up to Iris Johansen's usual standards. I listened to this book as an audio tape, and it hardly held my attention. The characters weren't likeable nor did they show any growth, the overall plot was poor. The writing/dialogue was very simplistic. Really hope the next book is back to her usual standards.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2014

    Horrible and boring


    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2014

    GREAT READ!

    This is a stand-alone book from Ms. Johansen. I wasn't sure how I would like that, being such a fan of her Eve Duncan series. I was looking forward to seeing if her character development that I love could be achieved with one book.

    I was not disappointed. I really enjoyed this book. It had a good plot with a little extra "psychic" feel to it that I really liked. I loved Alli and Mandak. The book started out quick and I found I could not put it down once the action started. There were some sad moments in the story, I even got a little teary once or twice. There was a little romance, and a little sexual tension. With all that rolled into one book, I found it to be a great read!

    If you have read and enjoyed the Eve Duncan series, or anything else by Ms. Johansen, I think you will enjoy this. If you haven't, this would be a great place to start.

    To Ms. Johansen -- Thanx for another night of ignoring anything of importance while I finish one of your reads! Maybe you will visit these two characters again sometime. Or maybe a series concerning the "family"..............???? :~)

    --SPeeD

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 24, 2014

    Do not recommend

    I usually like Johansen's books; however, I felt I had read a very similar story before. Most of the writing was repetitive and didn't move the story along. It didn't really get my interest until almost the end of the book. There were several events in the book that I just found unbelievable.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 19, 2014

    Horrible.  Repetitive.  Protagonist was sulky, argumentative, wh

    Horrible.  Repetitive.  Protagonist was sulky, argumentative, whiney, and just unlikable.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2015

    Horrible! I enjoy Iris Johansen but this has to be the worst boo

    Horrible! I enjoy Iris Johansen but this has to be the worst book I have ever read. I'm sorry I spent money on this book. The female character is ridiculous, I actually don't believe that i will be able to finish this book. Don't waste your money on this dud.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2015

    I have to agree with previous reviewers.....I am listening to th

    I have to agree with previous reviewers.....I am listening to the audio book and can barely hang on. Too much repetition, whining, and two dimensional characters. I have found Johansen's writing of late like this. Her Eve trilogy could have been a terrific single book.
    This one is completely boring.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2014

    Interesting, unusual read

    Thoroughly enjoyed

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2014

    Highly Recommended!!!

    Love the Book!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2014

    Erotica under the paranormal adventure mafia sub genres and tedious

    Author has written a few too many and has reverted to the last resort before writers block grafic violence sex and language. She is not the first series writer to be reduced to this to keep sales up borrowed from library as a new book and sorry they wasted money on it m.a @sparta

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2014

    Great book!!!

    I can only hope there is another Allie book in the works. This book kept me on the edge of my seat from the begining. Loved ALL the characters too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2014

    Good book i loved it ima buy it

    I will buy dis ook amillon times

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2014

    A wonderful and wild ride

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this stand alone novel! I LOVED THE CHARACTERS

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2014

    :O

    I havent read this book lol

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    Posted September 30, 2014

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    Posted November 14, 2014

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