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The bodies are found in towns and cities around Puget Sound. The young women who are the victims had nothing in common--except the agony of their final moments. But somebody carefully chose them to stalk, capture, and torture...a depraved killer whose cunning is matched only by the depth of his bloodlust. But the dying has only just begun. And next victim will be the most shocking of all...
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Overview

The bodies are found in towns and cities around Puget Sound. The young women who are the victims had nothing in common--except the agony of their final moments. But somebody carefully chose them to stalk, capture, and torture...a depraved killer whose cunning is matched only by the depth of his bloodlust. But the dying has only just begun. And next victim will be the most shocking of all...
Praise for Gregg Olsen's Novels

"Grabs you by the throat." --Kay Hooper

"Wickedly clever! Genuinely twisted." --Lisa Gardner

"As Good As It Gets." --Lee Child

"An Irresistible Page-Turner." --Kevin O'Brien

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  • ISBN-13: 9780786020447
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 2/1/2010
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 443,774
  • Product dimensions: 4.32 (w) x 6.84 (h) x 1.15 (d)

Meet the Author

Gregg Olsen
Gregg Olsen
New York Times bestselling author Gregg Olsen is the author of eight books. As a journalist and true crime author, Olsen has received numerous awards and much critical acclaim for his writing. He's also been a guest on Good Morning, America; CBS Early Show; Entertainment Tonight; CNN; Fox News; 48 Hours; and other national and international TV programs. The Seattle native lives in rural Washington State with his wife and twin daughters. He's now at work on his next thriller.
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Victim Six


By Gregg Olsen

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Copyright © 2010 Gregg Olsen
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-2044-7


Chapter One

March 29, 8 a.m. Near Sunnyslope, west of Port Orchard, Washington

The early mornings in the woods of Kitsap County, Washington, were wrapped in a shiver, no matter the season. The job required layers and tools. The smartest and best-prepared brush pickers started with an undershirt, another shirt on top of that, a sweater or sweatshirt, and a jacket. Gloves were essential too. Some were fashioned with a sewn-in cutting hook to expedite the cutting of thinner-stemmed plants like ferns. A sharp knife or a pair of good-quality loppers made easier the business of cutting woody stems like evergreen huckleberry, salal, and in the Christmas-wreath season, fir and cedar boughs. As the day wore on, pickers shed their clothing, a layer at a time. Picking was hard work, and a good picker was a blur, cutting, fanning, and bundling, before bagging floral gleanings in thick plastic bags.

Instead of garbage in those bags, of course, there was money.

Pickers often left indicators they'd been through an area. Empty bags of chips emblazoned with Spanish words that touted the snack's flavor. Sometimes they left torn gloves or leaky boots in the forest. Some left nothing at all.

Sunday morning Celesta Delgado-along with her boyfriend, Tulio Pena, and his two younger brothers, Leon and Reno-left themobile home they were renting in Kitsap West, a mobile home park outside the city limits of Port Orchard, just before first light. Behind the wheel of their silver-and-green 1987 Chevy Astro van, Tulio drove northeast toward state-owned property near Sunnyslope where they held permits for brush picking. Celesta and Tulio also worked at a Mexican restaurant in Bremerton, but this being Sunday, they had the time to earn-they hoped-about $60 apiece for a day's work in the woods. The center seats of the van had been excised so they'd be able to haul their gleanings back to the brush shed, or processing plant, off the highway to Belfair. The two younger ones sat in the backseat amid supplies and the cooler that held lunch.

Celesta, at just five feet tall, was a fine-boned woman with sculpted cheeks and wavy black hair that she wore parted down the middle and, only at the restaurant, clipped back because it was required. She adored Tulio and tolerated his younger brothers with the kind of teasing repartee that comes with both love and annoyance.

"You boys are lazy! Help your brother fix the van."

"Hey, Celesta, you take longer with your hair than Shakira!"

At twenty-seven, Tulio was five years older than the love of his life. He was a compact man with the kind of symmetrical muscular build that suggested he worked out to look good, rather than worked hard with his body. The opposite, of course, was the truth.

Tulio parked the van adjacent to a little crease of pathway into the forest, the entrance to Washington State Department of Natural Resources land that had been cleared by loggers in the 1970s. The second growth provided the ideal growing conditions for the foliage that serves as filler for market bouquets. Anyone who's ever purchased a bunch of flowers from a grocer has held in his hands the gleanings of dark green to accent gerbera daisies, tulips, delphinium, and other floral showstoppers. They've held the work of those who labor in the forests of Washington and Oregon.

The small group all put on thick-soled rubber boots and retrieved their cutting tools, rubber bands, and hauling bags from the back of the van. Then the quartet started out, their Forest Service tags flapping from their jacket zippers. They could hear the voices of Vietnamese pickers, so they turned in the opposite direction and followed a creek to a narrow valley. Stumps of massive trees long since turned into houses, fences, and barns protruded from mounds of dark, glossy greens. The area had not been over-picked, which was good. It was getting harder to find places that didn't require a three-hour hike. Tulio had been assured that the area was regulated and in good condition. It was good, though, not to have been misled. He valued their permits and foraged with care rather than with the bushwhacker mentality that denuded sections of the forest. Tulio saw it as a renewable resource-that is, renewing and filling the usually empty fold of his wallet.

"Don't cut all the moss, bros," Tulio told Leon and Reno. "There won't be any to come back and get later."

"Sí!" they chimed back, looking at Celesta.

Celesta shrugged a sly grin. She'd been the one who over-harvested the moss from the trunk of a big-leaf maple the last time they went out to work in the forest.

Fog shrouded patches of the valley as the four fanned out to cut and bundle. They set to work. Celesta was the slowest of the four because she sought out sprigs that were of a higher quality. No wormholes. No torn edges. Just beautiful shiny leaves that were often mistaken for lemon leaves by those who didn't know botany and sought a more romantic origin for their floral displays than the sodden forests of the Pacific Northwest. Bunches of salal were pressed flat and stacked before being bagged.

The morning moved toward the afternoon, with three trips to the van and then back into the woods. No one saw the Vietnamese pickers they'd heard talking in the woods at the beginning of the day. At the van, Reno and Leon heard the sound of car doors slamming somewhere nearby. They assumed more competitors were on the way, but they never saw anyone.

Around 2 P.M., Celesta decided she had to use the bathroom. She loathed squatting in the woods. She told Tulio she was going back in the direction of the van, where she'd seen the remnants of a shed that would provide some kind of privacy.

"All right," he said. "Two more loads, and the day is done."

"Good, because I'm tired." Celesta lugged her latest batch of greens over her petite shoulder and disappeared down the same deer trail they had followed into the clearing.

Even in the midst of a spring or summer's day with a cloudless sky marred only by the contrails of a jet overhead, the woods of Kitsap County were always blindfold dark. It had been more than eighty years since the region was first logged by lumberjacks culling the forest for income; now it was developers who were clearing land for new tracts of ticky-tacky homes. Quiet. Dark. Secluded. The woods heaved quietly in a darkness that hid the fawn or the old refrigerator that someone had unceremoniously discarded. Patches of soil were so heavy with moisture that a person stepping off the nearly imperceptible pathway would feel his shoes being nearly sucked from his feet.

The woods were full of dark secrets, which is exactly what had attracted him in the first place. He'd noticed the brush pickers when he'd been out on the hunt several weeks before, when he had an urge to do something. A crammed-full station wagon was parked on the side of the road as close to the edge as possible without going into the ditch. They poured from their vehicle, talking and laughing, as if what they were about to do was some kind of fun adventure.

He sized up the women.

Most were small.

Good.

Most were thin, reasonably pretty, and young.

Also good.

Some didn't know English-at least not enough to speak it with any real fluency.

He took it to mean that they were likely illegals.

Excellent. Who would care if one of those went missing?

A few days later, he returned to the place where he knew more of them would come. From across the road, he watched the pretty dark-haired girl get out of the van, flanked by three young men.

A challenge.

He liked that too.

Later, when he felt her body go limp in his arms, he smiled.

Good girl, he thought. Give yourself to me.

A half hour or more passed, and Tulio wondered why Celesta hadn't returned. The air had warmed up considerably, and he'd stripped down to a sleeveless T-shirt. He called out for his brothers, and the three of them gathered up their impressive haul of cuttings.

"She must be waiting back at the van," he said.

An hour had elapsed by the time they made it to the clearing.

"Celesta?"

No answer.

Tulio put his bag down and unlocked the Astro van.

"Where are you?"

Leon, the youngest, hurried over to the vehicle, waving a pair of gloves and a cutter that were obviously Celesta's because she'd used pink nail polish to apply her initials and a tiny rendering of a daisy.

"Look, I found these. She left them there," he said, indicating an area of gravel near the path into the woods.

Tulio took the gloves and stared into his brother's worried eyes. "What happened? This doesn't make sense. Something's wrong. Something has happened to Celesta."

Chapter Two

March 30, 10 a.m. South Colby, Washington

"Now, that's attractive," she thought.

Kendall Stark sat in her white Ford SUV in the school parking lot and fumbled in her purse for a toothpick. Nothing. She checked the glove box. Again nada. A sesame seed from a morning bagel had lodged between her front teeth. Coming up empty-handed, she used the corner of one of her Kitsap County sheriff's detective business cards. Tacky as she knew it was, mission accomplished. She reset her rearview mirror and got out of her car, proceeding toward the front office of South Colby Elementary School. She said hello to Mattie Jonas, the school secretary, who in turn handed her a clipboard with a signup sheet.

Son's spring conference, she wrote for the reason of her visit.

Mattie nodded. "You know the drill. Gun-free zone. No exceptions, even for Kitsap County's finest."

With her mind on the meeting, Kendall had forgotten to remove and store her Glock in her car's gun safe, something procedure called her to do. While the school secretary looked on, she removed the magazine, set the safety, and put the gun into a metal lockbox that the secretary had provided for that purpose.

"We don't worry about you," Mattie said, locking the box with a key she kept on a chain around her slender wrists. "I mean, you and the other cops are on the side of right, but a rule's a rule."

"Of course," Kendall said.

"How's your mom?"

Kendall sighed. "Good days and bad days. More bad days lately, I'm afraid."

Mattie didn't press for details. It was clear Kendall didn't want to go into it. It was a question that came at least once a day. Most people in town knew her mother. Port Orchard was small enough that on any given day, paths would cross with those who shared histories. Mattie had been an assistant in Kendall's mother's fifth-grade classroom many years ago. Mrs. Maguire-never Ms.-was a favorite of anyone who had her. Bettina Maguire was a marmalade-colored redhead who taught her pupils with the fervor of a preacher and the kind of self-deprecating humor that made other teachers standoffish and jealous.

Kendall walked the familiar corridor to Classroom 18 and turned the knob, her heart beating a little faster as she went inside. Lori Bertram's classroom was a riot of construction-paper cutouts and the smells of all things that seven-year-olds live for: Paste. Sour green-apple candy. Guinea pigs. Lori Bertram had been teaching at South Colby for the past six years, but she still carried the enthusiasm of a first-year teacher. Ms. Bertram was a brunette with pointed features and a splatter of freckles over the bridge of her nose. A charm bracelet with all fifty states, something she used as a teaching tool, jangled whenever she moved her arm.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Stark," she said, motioning toward one of those impossibly small chairs. Green eyes sparkled through wireless frames.

Kendall Stark was there about her son Cody, an autistic boy who was easy to love but a challenge nonetheless. He was blond-haired and blue-eyed, like his mother. His head was like a small pumpkin, so round and perfect. In photographs, he was the ideal. A cherub. The Gerber baby. The image of the child that young women always dreamed would find their way into a perfectly appointed nursery. He was almost one when the doctors first diagnosed the possibility of "delayed development." If only. At two, the autism was confirmed. The diagnosis, at first, was a torpedo speeding toward every dream Kendall had for her son. It would never change her love, of course, but in her darkest hours she knew that her son was born to suffer in some way. It broke her heart.

To outsiders, at least, it appeared to take longer for Steven Stark to come to terms with the idea that their son was "different from the others." An advertising salesman for a hunting and fishing magazine out of Seattle, Steven used to be the kind of man who was all biceps and bravado. Snowboarding. Bungee jumping. Driving fast cars. He was drawn to whatever gave him a challenge, a rush. He had assumed that when he became a father, he'd be able to relive the excitement of the things that didn't seem to be in the dignified realm of adulthood. He loved his son too. But the cruelty of autism was a chasm between father and son. Steven's love, it seemed, was seldom returned. There would be no playing catch. No baseball games. No deer hunting.

"This may not be the son you've dreamed of," Kendall said on the way home from one of their first consultations with an autism specialist. "But in time you'll see. He will be the boy of your dreams."

Steven put on his game face. "I'm sure you're right, babe."

"God gave us a special son because we're the right parents for him."

"I know," he said, his tone more rueful than he'd wanted.

Later, when she played back the conversation, she wondered who had said what.

Kendall Stark knew no speeches could change what Lori Bertram was about to tell her. She knew that the second-grade teacher cared for her little boy. She'd said so many, many times. She'd arranged for special testing, more hours from the support staff than were required to help him stay in the same class as the kids he'd known since preschool.

"Kendall," the teacher she said, lowering her glasses to view a printout, "I'm sorry to report that things aren't working out for Cody here at South Colby as we'd all hoped."

The words were not a surprise. Ms. Bertram had sent several missives home, as had the special education teacher, Ms. Dawson. All seemed to agree that Cody was not a candidate for mainstreaming.

"Cody's needs and challenges are too great for a standard classroom," she said.

As a detective, Kendall knew the kinds of questions to ask in order to get the kind of result she wanted. But not now. She was powerless.

"I can get him more help," Kendall said. "Another specialist."

The teacher looked away. The moment was awkward. "Look, you already have. You have done an exemplary job, and I know whatever avenue you choose to pursue will be the right one. But the truth is, having him in the classroom is too disruptive to the education process."

Kendall thought about fighting back. She wanted to tell the teacher that what was best for Cody was that he'd stay with the other children. But she held her tongue. There had been enough warning that this was coming.

"I've told Inverness about Cody," Ms. Bertram went on. "They might have room for him in the fall."

"I see," was all Kendall could come up with. The teacher's words were meant to offer hope, but they stung.

The Inverness School was in Bremerton. Reviews on the institution were mixed. Some kids were boarded there, which Kendall considered no better than warehousing the disabled. The school itself earned decent marks from educational advocates for the disabled. It was probably the best place for Cody in Kitsap County.

The only place.

"Can I see him before I leave?" Kendall asked.

Ms. Bertram nodded. "He's in music now. Follow me."

The two women walked down a polished-aggregate corridor to a small classroom filled with the sound of children singing "Baby Beluga." Only one little boy remained silent, the flicker of recognition that something was going on around him barely discernible. Yet, like a flipped switch, when he saw his mother, he rushed over, nearly knocking down a little girl.

"Mama!"

She scooped him up and gave him a loving embrace, kissing the top of his beautiful blond head.

"I was here to see your teacher," she told him.

She gave him another peck on his forehead and told him she'd see him at home after school.

"I love you!" the boy said.

Cody was a child who didn't say much. Unsurprisingly, the words he did utter went straight to his mother's soul.

"I love you, Cody."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted June 18, 2011

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    A great book. It leaves you guessing

    This is the first book I read by Greg Olsen. I have to say it was great. It was very intense and suspenseful throughout the book. This book goes into much detail about seriel killers and what they do to their prey. It is not an "easy read" book by any means. But if you are looking for a book that is going to grab your attention, then this book is it. This won't be the last book I read by Greg Olsen. It was the first of many.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 4, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Victim Six, A Book That You Can't Put Down.

    This book is about a killer in a small town in Washington State In this town nothing exciting happens until a fateful day. I really enjoyed this book so much that I found it hard to put the book down and I could not wait to get to the end and see what happens.
    So when you read this book, make sure you have an afternoon free and curl up in a cozy spot, So you can just read this book. You will find that you will read through this book without even knowing it. "Victim Six" will leave you wanting to read more of Gregg Olson's books.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 12, 2010

    Victim Six is Great Read!

    Gregg Olson has crafted a wonderful thriller. 'Victim Six' explores the duality of man; the social and private personas. All of us have a separation when it comes to the face we put forward in public and that which we save for those closest to us or when we are by ourselves. Gregg Really shows this, and how far they diverge, with Detective Kendall Stark dealing with her home life, a husband and autistic son, and working cases for the Kitsap County sheriff's office with her womanizing co-worker, Josh Anderson. On the other extreme there is the killer's; both normal individual's during the day, but in private, they are two of the most heinous people to walk the face of the Earth. There is also a kind of DR. Jekyll and Mr. Hide, with one of the killers acting as the "Potion" that turns his spouse into a cold blooded tool to further his evil works.
    These are the extreme ends of the duality of people, but the book has other characters who's public and private life diverge to a point beyond what one would consider the right thing to do to borderline criminal negligence. If you had information that could help stop something bad from happening would you tell someone or hold on to the information to advance your career? That is the question but what is the 'Right' answer.
    Gregg is excellent in setting the scene and putting the reader in the action and in doing so he brings forth emotions: Sympathy for the victims, the frustration the detective and victim's families feel, to anger and revulsion at what the killers do.
    I believe that when a writer tries to bring out emotion and he exceeds in doing so, then he has written a great book. Gregg Olsen has written a "Great Book". Read 'Victim Six'!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 12, 2009

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    super serial killer thriller

    In the Puget Sound area, Samuel and Melody Castile abduct Celesta Delgado. They rape and torture her before killing her. Victim number two is Marissa who receives the same treatment from the married couple. The count rises as the married couple stalks, hunts, and kidnaps their targets.

    Kitsap County Sheriff's Office Detective Kendall Stark knows a vicious serial killer-rapist is on the loose. At the same time the cop fears the worst is happening in her county, Melody's sister Serenity thinks her brother-in-law may be a killer; at a minimum she knows he is a lunatic. She fears for melody's safety, unaware that Samuel has selected her as Victim Six and that her sibling is not just aware of her spouse's murders, but a willing participant.

    Victim Six hooks the reader due to the up front and in person deep look at the killing couple as the fast-paced story line comes across with an odd duality of feeling on one hand the story seems over the top of Mt. Rainier and on the other the tale seems plausible. This dichotomy demonstrates why Gregg Olsen is so good at suspense thrillers as readers will believe the Castile duo could have been the villains in the Frighteners as much as Disturbia. Well written and exciting from start to finish, fans will be hooked even knowing who the killers are early on and anticipate the sibling showdown. With a slick final twist, Victim Six is a super serial killer thriller.

    Harrier Klausner

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 16, 2012

    Recommended

    This book delivered an entertaining read. While it didn't rivet me to its pages, it provided solid escapist reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 29, 2011

    Kept me reading!

    Enjoyed the book, would like another

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2011

    Worth the time to read it but....

    ...it seemed like it took forever to get to any action. This was the first time I have read a Gregg Olsen book. I am currently reading "Starvation Heights" which is also by him and a true story. I would recommend that one before I would recommend "Victim Six."

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 27, 2011

    Uncomfortable read for a women

    Some of the descriptions of torture made me extremely uncomfortable. Did not have to be so raw.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2011

    spirit

    great horror tale, through all the blood, guts and gore which could be toned down some it was a riveting story, only for those. with a strong stomach and its ashame that many will miss out because of that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,really twisted,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 12, 2010

    Disturbing

    I just read Victim Six and it was my first by Gregg Olsen and I am soooo
    hooked. I felt like I knew one family and wished I could console them since I have worked with autistic children. Then there were those characters who committed such crimes against humanity that I could not even imagine what the victims went through. But, the end will make you wan't to shout out loud...GOD NO. I just started my second book by this author "A Twisted Faith" and really feel like I am getting aquainted with the characters. Gregg Olsen truly connected me to the characters in his books as well as making me feel as though I was familiar with the towns and surroungings.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2010

    You will not be able to put it down!

    So impressed to finish this book in one day - it was so well crafted!
    It is gritty but, as a resident of the area depicted, I saw a lot of truth in the characterizations and plot lines. Additionally, the tone was consistent throughout the book without being predictable.
    The flow and plot of this book are so well crafted, it feels like a best seller.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2014

    Wow

    Wow! Great book! Very suspenseful! Had me glued to my seat from start to finish! Excellent!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    This is the first book I've read by Gregg Olsen but it won't be the last. The story was fast-paced and interesting.

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  • Posted June 3, 2012

    Not Bad

    It was an OK read -

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  • Posted February 13, 2012

    Very good read

    Chilling accounts of the crimes but not so much that you can't sleep. Hard to put down. Mr. Olsen gives you a chance to know the victims in a way that makes you feel for them. Am looking forward to my next buy.

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  • Posted January 6, 2012

    Highly Recommended - you must check it out!

    Loved it! Could not put my book down. If you like stories about serial killers, this is one for you. I can't wait to read more books written by Gregg Olsen!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Good, fast pace reading

    Enjoyed the story, albeit sometimes a bit graphical in descriptions, but then.......the message was delivered.
    Weak ending was a bit disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2011

    OK

    Decent book, never had me on the edge of my seat, predictable ending, pretty much a run of the mill thriller.......

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2012

    Awesome

    This book will keep you on the edge of your seat! I love Gregg Olsen. All his books are good!
    Elaine Thompson

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  • Posted October 2, 2011

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    A little predictable

    It became obvious pretty quickly who victim 6 was going to be. The book was OK for a quick, light read. I don't think it is one I will recommend to suspence or crime fans.

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