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Unseen (Will Trent Series #8)

Unseen (Will Trent Series #8)

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by Karin Slaughter
     
 

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Bill Black is a scary guy: a tall ex-con who rides to work on a Harley, and trails an air of violence wherever he goes. In Macon, Georgia, Bill has caught the eye of a wiry little drug dealer and his cunning girlfriend. They think Bill might be a useful ally. They don’t know that Bill is a Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent named Will Trent. Or that he

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Bill Black is a scary guy: a tall ex-con who rides to work on a Harley, and trails an air of violence wherever he goes. In Macon, Georgia, Bill has caught the eye of a wiry little drug dealer and his cunning girlfriend. They think Bill might be a useful ally. They don’t know that Bill is a Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent named Will Trent. Or that he is fighting his own demons, undercover and cut off from the support of Sara Linton—the woman he loves, who he dares not tell he is putting himself at such risk.

Sara herself has come to Macon because of a cop shooting: her stepson Jared has been gunned down in his home. Sara holds Lena, Jared’s wife, responsible: The female detective has been a magnet for trouble all her life, and it’s not the first time someone Sara loved got caught in the crossfire. Furious, Sara gets involved in the same case that Will is working without even knowing it, and soon danger is swirling around both of them.

In a novel of fierce intensity, shifting allegiances, and shocking twists, two investigations collide around a conspiracy on both sides of the law. Karin Slaughter’s latest is both an electrifying thriller and a piercing study of human nature: what happens when good people face the unseen evils in their lives.

Editorial Reviews

Will Trent can't share his latest case with girlfriend Sara Linton because going undercover in a Macon, Georgia white supremacist group is too dangerous. Little does he know that after Sara’s stepson was gunned down in his home, she has rushed to Macon to be at his side -- and neither of them yet realizes that as Will’s case intersects with Sara’s crisis, they’re both going to be targets. An exciting new novel by a mystery writer who continues to gain popularity. (P.S. Unseen features the return of Lena, the detective everyone loves to hate.)
Publishers Weekly
Bestseller Slaughter’s tense and densely plotted thriller, the fifth to merge her Atlanta-based characters with those in Georgia’s fictional Grant County (after 2012’s Criminal), focuses on stubborn Lena Adams, a Macon police detective and the woman that Dr. Sara Linton—the girlfriend of Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Will Trent—blames for her husband Jeffrey’s murder years earlier. Lena, now married to Jeffrey’s son from his first marriage, is hot on the trail of a local drug kingpin, Sid Waller. Sent undercover to assist in the investigation, Will adopts the persona of tough ex-con Bill Black, all unbeknownst to Sara. But Will’s secret suddenly becomes harder to keep when Lena and her fellow officer husband, Jared, are attacked in their home, leaving Jared clinging to life and bringing Sara from Atlanta to Macon to see her stepson. The twisted plot and shocking reveals remind readers why Slaughter remains a dominant voice in crime fiction. Agent: Victoria Sanders, Victoria Sanders & Associates. (July)
From the Publisher
“Slaughter’s most powerful book to date . . . No one writes like Slaughter. . . . Her words fairly growl on paper but yet her descriptions of relationships are tear inducing. This may make her an anomaly but she is the best damn anomaly writing books today. Make sure you read Unseen.”—The Huffington Post
 
“Compelling . . . [Slaughter] balances a complex plot with believable twists while sensitively exploring her realistic characters’ emotions and problems.”—South Florida Sun-Sentinel
 
“An emotional roller coaster ride . . . fast-paced and edge-of-your seat . . . Slaughter is brilliant.”—Wichita Falls Times Record News
 
Superb and emotionally wrenching . . . The despicable nature of the crimes being investigated only serves to enhance Will’s innate goodness and humanity. Current series fans will be delighted, and newcomers to Slaughter’s work will find a new obsession.”Library Journal
 
“Slaughter plunges readers into the action from the get-go with her electrifying ability to write suspenseful, riveting confrontations between cops and criminals, all while deepening the backstories of her longtime series leads. Another intense read, on multiple levels, from the ever-reliable Slaughter.”Booklist
 
“Tense and densely plotted . . . The twisted plot and shocking reveals remind readers why Slaughter remains a dominant voice in crime fiction.”Publishers Weekly

Library Journal
In the seventh novel (after Criminal) to feature Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Will Trent, we find him working undercover as an ex-con trying to infiltrate a drug and sex trafficking ring in order to get to the ultimate prize: a powerful and elusive man called Big Whitey who has expanded business in the Macon area. Meanwhile, an attack on Det. Lena Adams and her husband has left him gravely injured and may have something to do with a recent raid, led by Lena, that went horribly wrong. As Will navigates this particularly brutal world of drug dealers and pimps, he must also balance his job with his still tentative romance with Dr. Sara Linton, who becomes inexorably involved in the case. VERDICT The grim reality of human trafficking and the drug trade in the South is explored in this superb and emotionally wrenching thriller, and the despicable nature of the crimes being investigated only serves to enhance Will's innate goodness and humanity. Current series fans will be delighted, and newcomers to Slaughter's work will find a new obsession. [See Prepub Alert, 2/15/13; tie-in to Slaughter's Save the Libraries events.]—Kristin Centorcelli, Denton, TX
Kirkus Reviews
Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Will Trent's undercover assignment leads predictably to more action-fueled heartache for him and the rest of Slaughter's continuing cast. Will's exacting boss, Deputy Director Amanda Wagner, has recreated Will as bad-boy Bill Black in the hope of getting information that could help shut down the operations of Big Whitey, a legendary (or perhaps nonexistent) Florida gangster whose tentacles have extended further north. Will has made good progress in worming himself into the confidences of petty crook Tony Dell and his stepsister Cayla Martin, a trashy pharmacy nurse with access to exactly the sorts of drugs that Big Whitey supplies to his clients. But Will's friends in the Macon Police Department know nothing about his undercover work, and he's constantly threatened with exposure or violence by their own activities. As usual, Slaughter (Criminal, 2012, etc.) gets things off to a supercharged start with an opening scene in which three men break into the home of two Macon officers, Detective Lena Adams and her husband, Jared Long, and open fire on Jared--a scene that ends with the shocking revelation that the third housebreaker is Will. The rest of the tale revolves around the widening gulf between Lena and Jared's stepmother, Dr. Sara Linton, who considers wild-child Lena responsible for Jared's shooting, as the GBI and the Macon cops try to smoke out Big Whitey. This time around, however, Slaughter keeps leaping from one time frame to another, so characters who've been wounded or killed in previous chapters return in perfect health to discuss their strategy or cross swords with each other. As lurid and sanguinary as any of Lena and Will's earlier cases but a lot more distractingly kaleidoscopic, as generic professional criminals battle for attention with the far more compelling histrionics of series regulars.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781620647332
Publisher:
Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date:
07/02/2013
Series:
Will Trent Series, #8
Sales rank:
838,780
Product dimensions:
5.30(w) x 5.80(h) x 1.50(d)

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1.

WEDNESDAY

MACON, GEORGIA

Detective Lena Adams winced as she pulled off her T-­shirt. She took her police badge out of her pocket, along with her flashlight and an extra clip for her Glock, and tossed them all onto the dresser. The time on her phone showed it was almost midnight. Lena had rolled out of bed eighteen hours ago and now all she wanted to do was fall back in. Not that she’d done that much lately. For the past four days, just about every waking hour had been wasted sitting at a conference room table answering questions she’d answered the day before and the day before that—­navigating the usual bullshit that came from having to justify your actions to Internal Affairs.

“Who led the raid into the house?”

“What intelligence were you acting on?”

“What did you expect to find?”

The internal investigator for the Macon Police Department had the dour, lifeless personality of a career pencil pusher. Every day, the woman showed up dressed in the same style black skirt and white blouse, an outfit that seemed more appropriate for greeting diners at an Olive Garden. She nodded a lot, frowned even more as she took notes. When Lena didn’t answer quickly, she’d check the tape recorder to make sure it was picking up the silences.

Lena was certain the questions were designed to provoke an outburst. The first day, she had been so numb that she’d just answered truthfully in the hope that it would soon be over. The second and third days, she’d been less forthcoming, her level of irritation rising with each passing minute. Today, she had finally exploded, which seemed exactly what the woman had been waiting for.

“What do you think I expected to find, you miserable bitch?”

If only Lena hadn’t found it. If only she could take a razor and slice the images out of her brain. They haunted her. They flickered into her vision like an old movie every time she blinked. They filled her with a constant, unrelenting sorrow.

Lena started to rub her eyes, then thought better of it. Six days had passed since she’d led her team on the raid, but her body was still a walking reminder of what had happened. The bruise fingering its way across her nose and underneath her left eye had turned a urine-­yellow. The three stitches holding together the cut in her scalp itched like a rash.

Then there were the things that no one could see—­Lena’s bruised tailbone. Her aching back and knees. The roil in her stomach every time she thought about what she’d discovered in that desolate house in the woods.

Four dead bodies. One man still in the hospital. Another who would never wear the badge again. Not to mention the terrible memory she would probably end up taking to her grave.

Tears came into Lena’s eyes. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to let the grief have its way. She was exhausted. The week had been hard. Hell, the last three weeks had been hard. But it was over now. All of it was over. Lena was safe. She would keep her job. The rat squad investigator had scurried back to her hole. Lena was finally home where no one could stare at her, question her, probe and prod her. It wasn’t just Internal Affairs. Everyone wanted to know what the raid had been like, what Lena had found in that dark, dank basement.

And Lena wanted nothing more than to forget all about it.

Her cell phone chirped. Lena exhaled until her lungs were completely empty. The phone chirped a second time. She picked it up. There was a new text message.

VICKERY: u ok?

Lena stared at the letters on the screen. Paul Vickery, her partner.

She tapped reply. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard.

The distant rumble of a motorcycle shook the air.

Instead of typing out a response, Lena held down the power button until the phone turned off. She placed it on the dresser beside her badge.

The roar of the Harley-­D’s twin-­cam engine vibrated in her ears as Jared gunned the bike so he could make it to the top of their steep driveway. Lena waited, following the familiar sounds: the engine cutting, the metallic groan of the kickstand, the heavy tread of boots as her husband made his way into the house, tossed his helmet and keys onto the kitchen table even though she’d asked him a million times not to. He paused for a moment, probably to check the mail, then continued toward their bedroom.

Lena kept her back to the door as she counted off Jared’s footsteps down the long hallway. His stride sounded tentative, reluctant. He’d probably been hoping Lena would be asleep.

Jared stopped at the doorway. He was obviously waiting for Lena to turn around. When she didn’t, he asked, “You just get in?”

“I stayed late to finish.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She’d hoped Jared would be asleep, too. “I was about to take a shower.”

“All right.”

Lena didn’t go into the bathroom. Instead, she turned to face him.

Jared’s gaze flickered down to her bra, then quickly back up again. He was dressed in his uniform, his hair twisted into a peak from the helmet. He was a cop with the Macon PD, too—­a motorman, one rank below Lena and twelve years younger. Neither one of these things used to bother her, but lately, every inch of their lives was a provocation.

He leaned against the doorjamb, asking, “How’d it go?”

“They cleared me to go back to work.”

“That’s good, right?”

She replayed his words in her head, trying to decipher the tone. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Jared didn’t respond. There was a long, uncomfortable silence before he asked, “You want a drink?”

Lena couldn’t hide her surprise.

“I guess it’s okay now, right?” He tilted his head to the side, forced his lips into a tight smile. He was a few inches taller than Lena, but his muscular frame and athletic grace made him seem larger.

Usually.

Jared cleared his throat to let her know that he was waiting.

She nodded. “ ’Kay.”

Jared left the room, but his need lingered—­surrounding her, almost suffocating her. He needed for Lena to break down. He needed for her to lean on him. He needed her to show him that what happened had affected her, had altered her in some tangible way.

He couldn’t see that not giving in was the only thing that kept her from falling completely apart.

Lena took her pajamas out of the dresser. She heard Jared moving around the kitchen. He opened the freezer door, rummaged around for a handful of ice. Lena closed her eyes. Her body swayed. She waited for the cubes to hit glass. Her mouth watered in anticipation.

She clenched her jaw. Forced open her eyes.

She wanted the drink too badly. When Jared came back, she would put the glass down, wait a few minutes, prove to herself that she could do without it.

Prove to him that she didn’t need it.

Her hands ached as she unbuttoned her jeans. The day of the raid, she’d gripped her shotgun so hard that her fingers had felt like they were permanently curled. She wasn’t sure why everything still ached. She should be better now, but her body was holding on to the hurt. Holding on to the poison that was eating her up inside.

“So.” Jared was back. This time, he came into the room. He poured a large vodka as he walked toward her, the bottle gurgling as the liquid splashed into the glass. “You’re back on duty tomorrow?”

“First thing.”

He handed her the glass. “No time off?”

Lena took the drink and downed half of it in one gulp.

“I guess that’s the same as when . . .” Jared’s voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say when. Instead, he looked out the back window. The dark panes showed his reflection. “I bet you get your sergeant’s stripes off this.”

She shook her head, but said, “Maybe.”

He stared at her—­waiting. Needing.

She asked, “What are they saying at the station?”

Jared walked to the closet. “That you’ve got balls of steel.” He dialed the combination on the gun safe. Lena watched the back of his neck. There was a pink line of sunburn where his helmet didn’t protect the skin. He must’ve known she was watching, but he just took his holster off his belt and stored his gun beside hers. Near hers. He didn’t even let their guns touch.

She asked, “Does it bother you?”

He shut the safe door, spun the combination. “Why would it bother me?”

Lena didn’t say the words, but they were screaming in her head: Because they think I’m tougher than you. Because your wife was taking down some very bad guys while you were toodling around on your bike giving tickets to soccer moms.

Jared said, “I’m proud of you.” He used his reasonable voice, the one that made Lena want to punch him in the face. “They should give you a medal for what you did.”

He had no idea what she’d done. Jared only knew the highlights, the details Lena was allowed to share outside closed doors.

She repeated the question. “Does it bother you?”

He paused for a second too long. “It bothers me that you could’ve been killed.”

He still hadn’t answered the question. Lena studied his face. The skin was unlined, fresh. She’d met Jared when he was twenty-­one, and in the five and a half years since, he’d somehow started looking younger, like he was aging in reverse. Or maybe Lena was getting older more quickly. So much had changed since those early days. In the beginning, she could always tell what he was thinking. Of course, since then, she’d given him plenty of mortar to build up a wall around himself.

He started unbuttoning his shirt. “I think I’m gonna go put those cabinets together.”

She gave a startled laugh. “Really?” The kitchen had been torn apart for three months, mostly because Jared found a new reason every weekend to not work on it.

He let his shirt drop to the floor. “At least Ikea will know I’m still the man of the house.”

Now that it was out there, Lena didn’t know how to respond. “You know it’s not like that.” Even to her own ears, the excuse sounded weak. “It’s just not.”

“Really?”

Lena didn’t answer.

“Right.” Jared’s cell phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket, checked the number, and declined the call.

“That your girlfriend?” Lena didn’t like the thinness in her tone. The joke wasn’t funny. They both knew that.

He rummaged through the dirty-­clothes basket and found his jeans, one of his T-­shirts.

“It’s almost midnight.” Lena looked at the bedside clock. “Past midnight.”

“I’m not sleepy.” He dressed quickly, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “I’ll keep the noise down.”

“You need your phone to put the cabinets together?”

“The charge is low.”

Meet the Author

Karin Slaughter is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of over a dozen thrillers, including Fallen, Broken, Undone, Fractured, Beyond Reach, Triptych, and Faithless. A long-time resident of Atlanta, she splits her time between the kitchen and the living room.

Kathleen Early is an award-winning television, film, and stage actress living in Los Angeles. Originally from Euless, Texas, she studied at the University of Oklahoma, the Oxford School of Drama, and the Actors Theatre of Louisville before moving to New York City. There she understudied Rebecca Gayheart in Steel Magnolias on Broadway and toured nationally with Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin in the Broadway production of Edward Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Her television credits include recurring roles on Miami Medical and Grey’s Anatomy.

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