Vicious [NOOK Book]

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No Motive

For more than two years, he held Seattle in a terror grip. A cold-blooded killer who abducted young mothers right in front of their sons and murdered them execution style. Then, as suddenly as the killings began, they seemed to stop.

No Mercy

Susan Blanchette is looking forward to a relaxing weekend getaway with her fiancé, Allen, and young son, Matthew. But something about the remote lake house ...

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Overview

No Motive

For more than two years, he held Seattle in a terror grip. A cold-blooded killer who abducted young mothers right in front of their sons and murdered them execution style. Then, as suddenly as the killings began, they seemed to stop.

No Mercy

Susan Blanchette is looking forward to a relaxing weekend getaway with her fiancé, Allen, and young son, Matthew. But something about the remote lake house doesn't feel right. A woman vanished from the area a year ago, and now Susan thinks she's spotted someone lurking around the property. And when Allen disappears, her fear grows. . .

No Escape

A psychopath has returned, ready to strike again. Someone who can't resist the urge to kill, who derives pleasure from others' pain, and who is drawing nearer to Susan as each minute of the weekend ticks by. But she's just one pawn at the heart of a killer's deadly game. A killer who is unrelenting, unstoppable, and absolutely vicious. . .

Praise for the Novels of Kevin O'Brien

"Scary! Read this page turner with the lights on!" —Lisa Jackson on Watch Them Die

"White knuckle action!" —Tess Gerritsen on One Last Scream

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Publishers Weekly
Deftly woven plot twists save bestseller O'Brien's latest serial killer novel from predictability. The “Mama's Boy” killer spent two years kidnapping Seattle mothers and murdering them in front of their young sons; then he dropped off the radar for a decade. Widowed Susan Blanchette is on her way to Cullen, Wash., for an idyllic weekend with her toddler, Matthew, and her fiancé, Allen; high school students Jordan (whose mother was a “Mama's Boy” victim), Leo, and Moira are headed there as well, to celebrate Leo's birthday. When Jordan meets Allen, he thinks he recognizes his mother's killer, but if Allen is “Mama's Boy,” who just kidnapped Moira? While the pace of the novel is strong and the story intriguing, O'Brien (Final Breath) tries too hard to manipulate readers with implausible character actions, over-the-top emotions, and unnecessary obfuscations. (June)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786025206
  • Publisher: kensington publishing
  • Publication date: 6/1/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 45,171
  • File size: 569 KB

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VICIOUS


By KEVIN O'BRIEN

PINNACLE BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Kevin O'Brien
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-2136-9


Chapter One

Seattle-April 1998

"It's probably been going on a lot longer than he says, the son of a bitch. I have to be the world's biggest sap-"

Pamela Milford realized she'd been talking to herself.

Approaching her on the park's pathway, a fifty-something ash blonde in lavender sweats gave her a puzzled look.

Pamela was pushing Andy in his stroller; so maybe the woman thought she was babbling to her baby. Dressed in a hooded blue jacket, Pamela's ten-month-old was enjoying the stroll through Volunteer Park on that chilly April night. He'd point to joggers or people walking their dogs, and then squeal with delight. Now he waved to the blond woman.

It was just after seven o'clock, and the park's lights were on. The walkway snaked around bushes, gardens, and huge, hundred-year-old trees. Up ahead in the distance, just beyond the greenhouse, was a dark, slightly creepy forest area that Pamela had no intention of exploring.

She usually didn't take the baby out for a stroll this late, but she was furious at her husband right now. Throwing on her pea jacket and grabbing her scarf, she'd told Steve to cook his own damn dinner. Then she'd loaded Andy into his stroller and taken off for the park.

"He's adorable!" declared the lady in the lavender sweats. She squatted down in front of Andy, gaped at him in mock surprise, and laughed. "Oh, you're just so cute, you take my breath away!" She caressed Andy's cheek. "And where did you get that gorgeous curly red hair?"

"Not from me," Pamela said, with a strained smile. Andy had inherited his father's red hair.

Pamela's chestnut brown hair used to cascade down past her shoulder blades. But she'd gotten it cut short after Andy's birth. Along with the excess pounds from her pregnancy, the haircut made her look frumpy, more like she was forty than thirty-one. Though she'd lost most of her postnatal pounds, she was still waiting for her hair to grow back.

Perhaps Steve had also been waiting for her hair to grow back-before he started to pay attention to her again. The baby had put a crimp in their love life; all the spontaneity and the passion had dissipated. She'd half expected that.

But Pamela hadn't been prepared for what she'd discovered this afternoon.

She was an editor for the Seattle Weekly, and usually spent her lunch hours at Andy's day care. But today, she'd decided to surprise Steve at work and treat him to lunch at Palomino. Lombard-Stafford Graphics was only four blocks from the Weekly offices. Steve wasn't in his cubicle, and the office was nearly empty. A thin young Asian woman with a pink streak in her hair and a nostril stud, two cubicles away, tersely explained that Steve and everyone else were in a meeting. It was supposed to let out any minute now.

Pamela sat in his cubicle, twisting back and forth in his swivel chair as she waited for him. A "fish-tank" screen saver illuminated his computer monitor. Pinned to the grey cubicle wall were a Far Side calendar; Steve's football team portrait from New Trier High School in Winnetka, Illinois; a cartoon picture of Homer Simpson; three photos of Andy; and one photo of her-back when her hair was still long.

Pamela got tired of waiting and decided to leave him a note and then take off. But first, she wanted to change his screen saver.

Back when they were first married, Steve gave her-as a joke-a 5 x 7 photo of exercise guru Richard Simmons and faked an autograph: You make me sweat! I feel the heat! XXX-Richard. Two days later, Pamela surprised him by taping it to the steering wheel of his car. A few days after that, she found he'd left the photo for her in the refrigerator's crisper drawer. The joke had gone on for weeks and weeks. The Richard Simmons Wars, they called them. They'd had time for such silly stuff back then-back when their relationship had been passionate and fun.

Pamela reached for the computer's mouse. She'd go on the Internet and find a photo of Richard Simmons and turn it into his new screen saver. Chuckling, she imagined Steve as he tried to explain to his coworkers why he had Richard Simmons for his screen saver. She clicked the mouse.

That was when Pamela noticed an e-mail from Jill@ Evanstonproperties.com, and the smile ran away from her face.

Jill Pondello had been Steve's girlfriend at New Trier High. Evanston Properties was probably a real estate firm or something. And Evanston was close to Winnetka; she knew that much. Pamela glanced up at Steve's high school football team portrait. He still clung to the memories of that time. Steve would be going back to Winnetka in three weeks for the Class of '83 Reunion. He'd asked if she wanted to come, but Pamela had figured she would be bored to tears at the festivities and stuck with her oppressive in-laws the rest of the time. She'd told Steve he could go alone.

It had never occurred to her until that moment in Steve's cubicle: He couldn't really be trusted. Pamela stared at the computer screen and clicked on the OPEN MAIL icon:

Hey, Mister, Ha! I can't believe U still remember making out in Debi Donahue's basement rec room & the pink panties! U naughty boy! Do U remember what we were listening to??? Air Supply ... Even the Nights Are Better. [??] Maybe I should ask the DJ to play it at the reunion & see if it puts U in the mood again! I'm so glad we'll be doing dinner together after-just the 2 of us. Maybe I can persuade U to stay a few more days. [??] Like U say, we have a lot of catching up to do. I'm counting the days until I see U (19). I can't wait! Give me another call, OK? E-mails are fine, but I really like hearing your voice [??]. XXXXXXXXX-Jill

"What the hell?" Pamela muttered, hunched in front of his computer monitor.

From what she could discern, Steve and this slut, Jill, had been talking on the phone and e-mailing-at work-for a while now. Did this woman even know he was married-with a ten-month-old baby?

Well, if she didn't know, she certainly would now.

Pamela hit the reply key. Her fingers worked furiously on the keyboard:

Dear Jill, Steve won't be coming to the reunion after all. He needs to spend more time with his wife and 10-month-old son. Perhaps you can hook up with some other former classmate, someone who is actually single. If you don't receive any more e-mails or phone calls from my husband, I'm sure you'll understand why. [??] By the way, Air Supply was a suck band. Sincerely, Pamela Milford (Steve's wife)

She barely glanced at what she'd written before clicking on the SEND icon. Then she stood up so fast, she almost tipped over Steve's chair. Bolting toward the exit, she heard the young woman with the pierced nose call to her: "Hey, I hear the meeting just got out! Steve should be back any minute now!"

But Pamela ignored her and hurried toward the elevator. Tears welled in her eyes, and she felt sick to her stomach. She jabbed the elevator button. When it didn't arrive right away, she took the stairs-five flights. She just had to keep moving.

There was still time to go to Andy's day care.

More than anything, she longed to be with her sweet baby boy. His adorable face always lit up whenever he saw her walk into the day care's nursery.

"I mean it, he's just adorable," said the fifty-something jogger in the lavender sweats. "Just look at that smile!"

Pamela wished the lady would stop touching Andy's cheek. It always secretly bothered her when strangers came up to Andy and started touching him. Fawning was fine, but not touching. God only knew where that lady's hand had been.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" the woman chimed, brushing Andy's chin with her finger. The baby squealed.

Pamela inched the stroller forward. "Wave good-bye to the nice lady, Andy!" She managed to smile at the jogger. "Have a great night."

"Bye-bye!" the woman cooed to Andy as she backed away.

Glancing over her shoulder, Pamela nodded at the blond woman. She turned around again and then stopped dead. Just up the trail, she spotted a tall, lean man emerging from some bushes by a curve in the pathway. She just glimpsed his silhouette. Then as quickly as he'd appeared, the lean figure ducked behind an evergreen tree.

Pamela froze. For a few moments, she just stood there, staring at the towering evergreen. Her hands tightened on the stroller's handles. She thought about heading in the opposite direction, maybe catching up with the blond woman. At least there was safety in numbers.

Andy let out a bored little cry.

"We're heading on home now, honey," she said nervously. Pamela's eyes were still riveted to the evergreen's trunk. She couldn't see the man, but she knew he was behind there, waiting.

She glanced around for other people in the area. Pamela noticed an attractive young brunette strolling up another path that intersected with the one she was on, right by the giant evergreen. Dressed in a trench coat, the young woman was tall and willowy with long, wavy hair. She had a cell phone in her hand and was too busy flipping open the mouthpiece and pulling out the short antenna to watch where she was going. She passed under an old-fashioned streetlight that illuminated only that section of the trail. Soon the young woman would be in the shadows of the big evergreen.

"Miss?" Pamela tried to call to her, but her throat closed up. Her warning was barely a whisper. Her hand came up to her throat as she watched helplessly. The young woman got closer and closer to the towering tree.

"Miss?" Pamela said, louder this time. Her voice cracked. "Excuse me ..."

All of a sudden, the dark figure leapt out from behind the evergreen.

Pamela screamed.

So did the young woman. And then she burst out laughing. "You idiot! You almost made me drop my phone." The man put his arm around her, and they kissed. "I was just about to call and ask what was keeping you...."

Pamela caught her breath and then pushed Andy onward. Her heart was still racing. She'd almost made a fool out of herself.

Arm in arm, the young couple strolled up the path toward Andy and her. As she passed them, Pamela noticed the girl glancing down at Andy in his stroller-and then at her. "That's me in a year and a half," the girl whispered to her companion. "I'll be pushing around little Justin Junior. I'm going to be her...."

For your sake, I hope not, Pamela thought. Did that young woman-eighteen months from now-really want to discover that Justin Senior, the father of her child, was a cheating slime bucket?

Okay, so maybe Steve hadn't actually cheated yet, but he'd been working up to it.

Pamela had taken Andy out of Rainbow Junction Day Care early and gone for a long drive. The phone was ringing when she came through the front door with Andy in her arms at 4:30. It was Steve. He'd left several messages for her at the office-and then at home. "Jill phoned me, and said you e-mailed her," he admitted. "Listen, you're freaking out over nothing. This e-mail thing with her is all very innocent-and-and harmless. It's so dumb. It started when they sent the notice about the reunion. I was going to tell you about it, only I ... well, listen, just do me a favor and stay put. I'm leaving work right now. I should be there in a half hour...."

Pamela waited. She put Andy in his crib for a late nap, poured herself a glass of merlot, and plopped down at the kitchen table. She kept busy painting her nails-a honey-brown color called Cinnamon Sin. Ninety minutes later, she was still sitting there, impatiently clicking her newly painted nails on the kitchen table. She sat there and glared at Steve as he paced in front of her, apologizing, explaining, and groveling.

Apparently, poor Jill had just been through a messy divorce and was very fragile. He didn't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that her e-mails were inappropriate. Yeah, sure, maybe he kind of liked the attention, but it was all very innocent.

"I was going to tell you about it," he claimed. "Only I knew you'd go ballistic. This is just the sort of reaction I've been afraid of. Can you really blame me for not saying anything?

Yes, indeed, I blame you, you son of a bitch.

She took Andy and left. She just needed to cool off for a while.

That had been nearly an hour ago. Steve was probably going out of his mind with worry. Maybe he thought he'd never see her and their baby again. Well, good, let him think that a little while longer.

Up ahead, past the dahlia garden, Pamela thought she saw him, walking along another intersecting trail. Then she realized-although he had Steve's loping gait and wore a navy blue windbreaker very much like Steve's-the man wasn't her husband. For a few moments, a streetlight behind him cast a shadow over his face. But as he came closer, Pamela saw he was extremely good looking and he was smiling at Andy in his stroller. "Well, well, well, what a handsome little rascal you are!" he said.

Pamela stopped for him. The stranger crouched down to grin at Andy. He wasn't a toucher. He kept his hands in his pockets. "What's your name, fella?" he asked.

"Andy," Pamela answered for her son.

The handsome stranger looked up and locked eyes with her. He had such a sexy smile. Pamela felt herself blush. She could always tell when guys were interested in her, and this one was interested. Not that anything would happen, but it sure was nice. In fact, this impromptu flirtation in the park was just what the doctor ordered to make her feel desirable again.

The man glanced down at Andy once more. "Is this beautiful lady your mommy?"

Pamela let out a coy laugh. "Well, I don't know about 'beautiful,' but I'm the mommy."

He locked eyes with her again. "Listen, Mommy," he said quietly. "I have a gun aimed at Andy right now. Unless you want to see his little head blown off, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

Pamela wasn't sure she'd heard him right. Dumbfounded, she gazed at the man. The smile disappeared from her face. She glanced down at his hands-still in the pockets of his windbreaker. She could tell he was holding something in his right hand.

Andy let out a screech and squirmed in his stroller. He clapped his little hands and giggled.

The man furtively pulled the automatic out of his pocket for a moment-the barrel pointed at Andy's face.

"Oh, God, please, no," Pamela murmured, paralyzed with fear. White-knuckled, she clutched the stroller handles. She glanced around to see if there was anyone else in the vicinity-anyone who might help her. A man in track shorts and a sweatshirt ran along another paved trail about thirty feet away-but he was moving too fast to even notice them. Within moments, he was gone.

Tears stinging her eyes, Pamela gazed at the stranger. "What-what do you want?"

With an odd, little smile, he nodded toward the greenhouse- and the dark, wooded area beyond it. "Let's take a walk down there, and I'll tell you what I want."

Pamela hesitated.

He reached up and gently tugged at the pale green scarf around her neck. "C'mon."

Pamela swallowed hard and then started walking toward the darkened woods. Her legs felt wobbly. Wincing, she felt something grind against her spine, and realized it was the barrel of his revolver. Pamela realized something else. She was going to die.

As she pushed Andy in his stroller, she could only see the little hood covering the back of his head. He let out a squeal, then giggled and kicked.

"Please ... please, don't hurt my baby," she whispered to the man.

"I won't hurt him," he promised. "Just you, Mommy, just you ..."

Pausing under a park light, Hannah McHugh pressed two fingers along the side of her neck and ran in place. Warily, she glanced back at the winding pathway. The strange man had been on her tail for about ten minutes now, and he was still there-about twenty feet behind her. He was dressed in tan corduroys, a flannel shirt, and a light jacket-and he was jogging. He wasn't even wearing running shoes. From this distance, they looked like loafers, for God's sake.

A paralegal in a law office downtown, Hannah had been varying her after-work running course from day to day, and it had paid off. She'd gone from a size 10 to size 6. Divorced and thirty-eight years old, Hannah had convinced herself forty wouldn't be fatal. She'd recently made the transition from medium-brown brunette to Sassy Ginger (at least, that was the name on the Clairol box) and joined an online dating service, www.lifeconnexxions.com. So far, the guys she'd met had been drips, but Hannah wasn't giving up. Though she hadn't been in the mood to run tonight, she'd still donned her sweats and taken the Volunteer Park route. Just her luck, her persistence was paying off in the guise of some weirdo following her around the park's paved trail.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from VICIOUS by KEVIN O'BRIEN Copyright © 2010 by Kevin O'Brien. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted May 1, 2010

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    intense electrifying thriller

    For over two years in the Seattle area, the "Mama's Boy" kidnapped and killed mothers while the children were left where he kidnapped the mothers and left the child some battered toys. The police never found him and never could explain why he abruptly stopped.

    Widow Susan Blanchette whose husband and older son were killed, drives with her four year old boy Matthew to meet her fiancé medical supply salesman Allen Meker in Cullen, Washington. Allen, who adores Susan and cares about her toddler, has a great weekend planned for them. When they reach the place he rented, Susan believes there is a prowler, but Allen sees no one. While at a store, Jordan Prewitt, whose mom was killed by the Mama's Boy, kidnaps Allen. He intends to torture the man until he confesses he is the serial killer. While Susan searches for Allen, two psychopaths hijack her.

    Kevin O'Brien provides an intense, perhaps too emotional, but electrifying thriller. Several characters share the lead including the three above and Jordan's friend Les while a strong support cast enhance the growing tension. The key to the plot is the reader keeps changing his or her mind as to who the killer is although that is a two edged as at times because needless subplots that adds nothing is applied to trick the audience to go down a sidebar. Still with terrific twists, fans will wonder who the Mama's Boy serial killer is.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2014

    Terrified and vicious

    2 awesome books!

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  • Posted March 26, 2013

    Outstanding!!! OBrien is rapidly becoming one of my favorite aut

    Outstanding!!! OBrien is rapidly becoming one of my favorite authors.  Read several, all excellent, and choosing my next one right now!

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  • Posted January 7, 2013

    Wow, this guy is good! Very, very scary (everything I've read by

    Wow, this guy is good! Very, very scary (everything I've read by O'Brien creeps me out) and fast-moving. Multiple suspects in a remote setting; and the writing is just great! Believable characters, dialogue and scenes make for a can't-put-it-down read! I am currently making my way through all of O'Brien's novels. If you liked this book and enjoy reading scary stuff, I would also recommend:
    Phlilip Margolin, Patricia Cornwell, and Lisa Gardner.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2012

    I love this author and loved this book

    I like the twists and turns and he actually gives you closure to all the characters in the end. I just finished Vicious and already started on Disturbed. Highly recommend this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2012

    Highly recommended!!!

    Wow!!! Love it couldn't put the book down!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011

    Did not like this one at all

    Was a classic "everybody makes every mistake they possibly can" story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2011

    Awesome Book!!!

    This is the first book I have read by Kevin O'Brien---I picked it up on the shelf of books we exchange at work. I am now adding this author as one of my favorites! I love a book that throws you curves when you think you know what's going to happen and then---bam! you are totally fooled. I hate being able to predict the outcome of a book and you certainly don't with this one!! I actually raised my eyebrows and my eyes popped at one point because I didn't see the plot twist coming at all. I hope this author continues to write for a very long time!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2010

    Favorite Author Delivers Again

    I'm a huge Kevin O'Brien reader. If you enjoy a mystery that keeps you hooked till the last page, you will love this book. Vicious is the most shocking of his novels so far. I recomend this book to everyone! And any of Kevin O'Brien's books, they are all good!

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  • Posted July 14, 2010

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    B-O-R-I-N-G !!!

    The only thing vicious about this book is the title. It took about 2 hours to read as I skipped whole passages. What a waste of ink!

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  • Posted July 13, 2010

    His Best Yet

    I have been a fan of his writing for quite some time, and, to date have read his entire body of work--but this one is without a doubt his best yet. It's very fast paced--gets your heart racing--in my case, even after I'd finished it! He is a very talented writer--I would not be at all surprised if this one gets picked up to appear on the big screen--with the right screen play & cast--it'd be a blockbuster! I have bought several copies and sent to my friends, so I would imagine his fan base will continue to grow!

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