The Whisper (Boston Police/FBI Series #4)

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Archaeologist Sophie Malone is still haunted a year after she was left for dead inside a remote Irish cave. Now she's convinced that her night of terror is linked to recent violence in Boston. Did the killer under arrest steal the ancient Celtic treasure from the cave that night? Or is another killer out there, ready to strike again?

Boston detective "Scoop" Wisdom has recovered from his injuries and is after the bomber who nearly killed him. Tough and stubborn, he's the best at...

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Overview

Archaeologist Sophie Malone is still haunted a year after she was left for dead inside a remote Irish cave. Now she's convinced that her night of terror is linked to recent violence in Boston. Did the killer under arrest steal the ancient Celtic treasure from the cave that night? Or is another killer out there, ready to strike again?

Boston detective "Scoop" Wisdom has recovered from his injuries and is after the bomber who nearly killed him. Tough and stubborn, he's the best at detecting lies…except maybe those of Sophie Malone. When an ex-cop becomes the victim of ritual sacrifice, it's clear nobody's safe, and everyone's a suspect.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778329909
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 6/28/2011
  • Series: Boston Police/FBI Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 203,403
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 4.36 (h) x 1.02 (d)

Meet the Author

Carla Neggers

Carla Neggers is a New York Times bestselling author whose books have been translated into dozens of languages and earned her critical praise and the loyalty of readers. A graduate of Boston University and a former journalist, Carla grew up in rural western Massachusetts, where as a child she used to climb trees to write. She lives with her family in Vermont and travels extensively. www.CarlaNeggers.com

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Beara Peninsula, Southwest Ireland—late September

Scoop Wisdom opened his daypack, got out his water bottle and took a drink. He sat on a cold, damp rock inside the remains of the isolated Irish stone cottage where the long summer had started with a beautiful woman, a tale of magic and fairies—and a killer obsessed with his own ideas of good and evil.

The autumn equinox had passed. Summer was over. Scoop told himself it was a new beginning, but he had unfinished business. It'd been gnawing at him ever since he'd regained consciousness in his Boston hospital room a month ago, after a bomb blast had almost killed him.

He was healed. It was time to go home and get back to work. Be a cop again.

He set his water bottle back in his pack and zipped up the outer compartment. A solitary ray of sunshine penetrated the tangle of vines above him where once there'd been a thatched roof. He could hear the rush of the stream just outside the ruin.

And water splashing. Scoop shifted position on the rock, listening, but there was no doubt. Someone—or something—was tramping in the stream that wound down from the rocky, barren hills above Kenmare Bay. He hadn't seen anyone on his walk up from the cottage where he was staying on a quiet country lane.

He stood up. He could hear laughter now.

A woman's laughter.

Irish fairies, maybe? Out here on the southwest Irish coast, on the rugged Beara Peninsula, he could easily believe fairies were hiding in the greenery that grew thick on the banks of the stream.

He stepped over fallen rocks to the opening that had served as the only entrance to what once had been someone's home. He could feel a twinge of pain in his hip where shrapnel had cut deep when the bomb went off at the triple-decker he owned with Bob O'Reilly and Abigail Browning, two other Boston detectives. He had taken most of the blistering shards of metal and wood in the meatier parts of his back, shoulders, arms and legs, but one chunk had lodged in the base of his skull, making everyone nervous for a day or so. A millimeter this way or that, and he'd be dead instead of wondering if fairies were about to arrive at his Irish ruin for a visit.

He heard more water splashing and more female laughter.

"I know, I know." It was a woman, her tone amused, her accent American. "Of course I'd run into a big black dog up here in these particular hills."

In his two weeks in Ireland, Scoop had heard whispers about a large, fierce black dog occasionally turning up in the pastures above the small fishing and farming village. He'd seen only sheep and cows himself.

He peered into the gray mist. The morning sun was gone, at least for the moment. He'd learned to expect changeable weather. Brushed by the Gulf Stream, the climate of the Southwest was mild and wet, but he'd noticed on his walks that the flowers of summer were fading and the heather on the hills was turning brown.

"Ah." The woman again, still out of sight around a sharp bend in the stream. "You're coming with me, are you? I must be very close, then. Lead the way, my new friend."

The ruin was easy to miss amid the dense trees and undergrowth on the banks of the stream. If he hadn't known where to look, Scoop would have gone right past it his first time out here.

A woman with wild, dark red hair ducked under the low-hanging branches of a gnarly tree. Ambling next to her in the shallow water was, indeed, a big black dog.

The woman looked straight at Scoop, and even in the gray light, he saw that she had bright blue eyes and freckles—a lot of freckles. She was slim and angular, her hair down to her shoulders, damp and tangled. She continued toward him, the dog staying close to her. She didn't seem particularly taken aback by finding a man standing in the doorway of the remote ruin. Scoop wouldn't blame her if she did. Even before the bomb blast, he had looked, according to friends and enemies alike, ferocious with his thick build, shaved head and general take-no-prisoners demeanor.

For sure, no one would mistake him for a leprechaun or a fairy prince.

Her left foot sank into a soft spot and almost ended up in the water. Mud stains came to the top of her wellies. "I saw footprints back there," she said cheerfully, pointing a slender hand in the direction she'd just come. "Since I've never run into a cow or a sheep that wears size-twelve shoes, I figured someone else was out here. A fine day for a walk, isn't it?"

"It is," Scoop said.

"I don't mind the outbreaks of rain." She tilted her head back, letting the mist collect on her face a moment, then smiled at him. "I don't do well in the sun."

Scoop stepped down from the threshold and nodded to the dog, still panting at her side. "Yours?"

"No, but he's a sweetheart. I suppose he could be aggressive if he or someone he cared about felt threatened."

A warning? Scoop noticed she wore a rain jacket the same shade of blue as her eyes and held an iPhone in one hand, perhaps keeping it available in case she needed to call for help. It would be easy to think it was still 1900 in this part of Ireland, but that would be a mistake. For one thing, the area had decent cell phone coverage.

"Looks as if you two have bonded."

"I think we have, indeed." She slipped the iPhone into a jacket pocket. "You're the detective who saved that girl's life when the bomb went off at your house in Boston last month—Wisdom, right? Detective Cyrus Wisdom?"

He was instantly on alert, but he kept his voice even. "Most people call me Scoop. And you would be?"

"Sophie—Sophie Malone. We have friends in common," she said, easing past him to the ruin. The dog stayed by the stream. "I'm from Boston originally. I'm an archaeologist."

"What kind of archaeologist?"

She smiled. "The barely employed kind. You're in Ireland to recuperate? I heard you were hurt pretty badly."

"I ended up here after attending a friend's wedding in Scotland a few weeks ago."

"Abigail Browning's wedding. She's the detective who was kidnapped when the bomb went off."

"I know who she is."

Sophie Malone seemed unfazed by his response. Abigail was still on her extended honeymoon with Owen Garrison, an international search-and-rescue expert with roots in Boston, Texas and Maine. Will Davenport had offered them his house in the Scottish Highlands for their long-awaited wedding, and they'd accepted, quickly gathering family and friends together in early September. Scoop, just out of the hospital, had had no intention of missing the ceremony.

"Wasn't it too soon for you to fly given your injuries?" Sophie asked.

"I got through it."

She studied him, her expression suggesting a focused, intelligent mind. He had on a sweatshirt and jeans, but she'd be able to see one of his uglier scars, a purple gash that started under his right ear and snaked around the back of his head. Finally she said, "It must be hard not to be in Boston with the various ongoing investigations.

You have all the bad guys, though, right? They're either dead or under arrest—"

"I thought you said you were an archaeologist. How do you know all this?"

"I keep up with the news."

That, Scoop decided, wasn't the entire truth. He was very good—one of the best in the Boston Police Department—at detecting lies and deception, and if Sophie Malone wasn't exactly lying, she wasn't exactly telling the truth, either.

She placed her hand on the rough, gray stone of the ruin. "You know Keira Sullivan, don't you?"

Keira was the folklorist and artist who had discovered the ruin three months ago, on the night of the summer solstice. She was also Lieutenant Bob O'Reilly's niece. "I do, yes," Scoop said. "Is Keira one of the friends we have in common?"

"We've never met, actually." Sophie stepped up onto the crumbling threshold of the ruin. "This place has been abandoned for a long time."

"According to local villagers, the original occupants either died or emigrated during the Great Famine of the 1840s."

"That would make sense. This part of Ireland was hit hard by the famine and subsequent mass emigration. That's how my family ended up in the U.S. The Malone side." She glanced back at Scoop, a spark in her blue eyes. "Tell me, Detective Wisdom, do you believe fairies were here that night with Keira?"

Scoop didn't answer. Standing in front of an Irish ruin with a scary black dog and a smart, pretty redhead, he could believe just about anything. He took in his surroundings—the fine mist, the multiple shades of green, the rocks, the rush of the stream. His senses were heightened, as if Irish fairies had put a spell on him.

He had never been so in danger of falling in love at first sight.

He gave himself a mental shake. Was he out of his mind? He grinned at Sophie as she stepped down from the ruin. "You're not a fairy princess yourself, are you?"

She laughed. "That would be Keira. Artist, folklor-ist and fairy princess." Sophie's expression turned more serious. "She wasn't reckless coming out here alone, you know."

"Any more than you are being reckless now?"

"Or you," she countered, then nodded to the dog, who had flopped in the wet grass. "Besides, I have my new friend here. He doesn't appear to have any quarrel with you. He joined me when I got to the stream. He must be the same dog who helped Keira the night she was trapped here."

"You didn't read that in the papers," Scoop said.

"I live in Ireland," she said vaguely. She seemed more tentative now. "The man who was also here that night… the serial killer. Jay Augustine. He won't ever be in a position to hurt anyone else, will he?"

Scoop didn't answer at once. Just what was he to make of his visitor? Finally he said, "Augustine's in jail awaiting trial for first-degree murder. He has a good lawyer and he's not talking, but he's not going anywhere. He'll stay behind bars for the rest of his life."

Sophie's gaze settled on an uprooted tree off to one side of the ruin. "That's where he smeared the sheep's blood, isn't it?"

Scoop stiffened. "Okay, Sophie Malone. You know a few too many details. Who are you?"

"Sorry." She pushed her hands through her damp hair. "Being here makes what happened feel real and immediate. I didn't expect this intense a reaction. Keira and I both know Colm Dermott, the anthropologist organizing the conference on Irish folklore in April. It's in two parts, one in Cork and one in Boston."

"I know Colm. Is he the one who told you about the black dog?"

She nodded. "I ran into him last week in Cork. I've just completed a postdoctoral fellowship at the university there. I hadn't paid much attention to what-all went on out here and in Boston." She took a breath. "I'm glad Keira wasn't hurt."

"So am I."

Sophie looked up sharply, as if his tone had given away some unexpected, hidden feeling—which for all he knew it had—but she quickly turned back toward the cottage, mist glistening on her rain jacket and deep red hair. "Do you believe Keira really did see the stone angel that night?"

"Doesn't matter what I believe."

"You're very concrete, aren't you?" She didn't wait for an answer. "The story she was researching is so charming—three Irish brothers in a never-ending struggle with fairies over a stone angel. The brothers believe it'll bring them luck. The fairies believe it's one of their own turned to stone. Every three months, on the night of the solstice or the equinox, the angel appears on the hearth of a remote cottage in the hills above Kenmare Bay."

"The old woman who told the story to Keira in Boston—"

"Also told it to Jay Augustine, and he killed her," Sophie said, finishing for him. "Colm says when Keira came out here in search of this place she thought she might encounter a bit of fairy mischief. Maybe she even hoped she would. But a killer? It's too horrible to think about."

Scoop stood back, feeling the isolation of the old ruin. Except for the dog and the sheep up in the pastures above the stream, it was just him and the woman in front of him. How did he even know she was an archaeologist? Why should he believe a word she said?

"As many tombs and ruins as I've crawled through in my work, I'm not much on small spaces." She seemed to shrug off thoughts of blood and violence as she tugged her hood over her hair. "You can imagine contentious Irish brothers and trooping fairies out here, can't you? Keira's story is very special. I love tales of the wee folk."

"Believe in fairies, do you?"

"Some days more than others."

"So, Sophie Malone," Scoop said, "why are you here?"

"Fairies, a black dog and an ancient stone angel aren't reason enough?"

"Maybe, but they're not the whole story."

"Ah. We archaeologists can be very mysterious. We're also curious. I wanted to see the ruin for myself. You're a detective, Scoop. Okay if I call you Scoop?"

"Sure."

"You can understand curiosity, can't you?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes."

Her sudden, infectious smile reached to her eyes. "Ah. I can see you don't like coincidences. You want to know how we both decided to come here this morning. I didn't follow you, if that helps. I've never been subtle enough to follow people."

"But you weren't surprised to find me here," Scoop said.

"I wasn't, especially not after seeing those size-twelve footprints in the mud." She eased in next to the dog. "I'll be on my way."

"Are you heading straight back to the village?"

"Maybe." She patted the dog as he rose next to her. "I'll have to see where my new friend here leads me. Good to meet you, Detective." She smiled again. "Scoop. Maybe I'll see you in Boston sometime."

Scoop watched her and the big black dog duck back under the gnarly tree. She had a positive, energetic air about her. Nothing suggested she wasn't an archaeologist. Whoever she was, he'd bet she was the type who wouldn't let go once she got the bit in her teeth.

What bit did Sophie Malone have in her teeth? What, exactly, had brought her out here?

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  • Posted August 20, 2011

    LOVED THIS SERIES!

    I absolutely love this series set in Ireland. The characters are full and wonderful and the mood and setting pull you right into the wonderful mystery woven so intricately. Carla Neggers is the master of thrillers!

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  • Posted July 1, 2010

    A Page-Turner

    Originally posted at: www.longandshortreviews.blogspot.com*****Whether love-at-first-sight, fairy dust, or whatever; it changes Scoop Wisdom's life, when Sophie Malone appears at the old ruins in Ireland where Scoop lingers. They both feel a connection that has nothing to do with a mutual acquaintance that had a near-death experience at the ruins.

    The Whisper switches from Ireland to Boston repeatedly as Scoop and Sophie dodge would-be assailants and work to solve the mystery of the terrifying night Sophie spent in a cave on a small Irish island. They need to find out how it ties to theft, arson, and murder.

    Amid an abundance of secondary characters, Scoop, a detective for internal affairs for the Boston Police Department, and Sophie, an archaeologist, tiptoe around their emerging love as they search for answers. Tension runs high at times. They are both at a crossroads in their lives.

    Two of the secondary characters Myles Fletcher and Josie create their own heated love story as they help Scoop and Sophie unravel a tangle of events that are fueled by greed.

    Even though the secondary are somewhat distracting at times, Carla Neggers enhances The Whisper with beautiful description and subtle humor while creating twists and turns that keep the reader eagerly turning pages.

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  • Posted June 20, 2010

    Powerful, Intriguing, and adventurous!

    THE WHISPER BY CARLA NEGGERS is a delightful, adventurous, romantic suspense thriller set in modern day Ireland and America. It is well written with depth and details. It has a lot of information in reference to ancient Irish folklore, legend and artifacts. It is the sequal to The Mist. It has romance, suspense, ancient rituals, forklore, legend, lost artifacts, adventure, intrigue and some sweet sensuality. It is about a diabolical screme using ancient Irish rituals to gain power and success. The hero is an Internal Affair officer, who was wounded a few months earlier due to a bomb blast. He is strong, intelligent, a force to reckon with and travels to Ireland to recuperate. The heroine is an archeologist who is out to find the truth, she was left for dead in a cave in Ireland. These two meet in Ireland by accident and there is love at first sight. They go back to the USA to their jobs, where fate or fairies are at work and put the two together. They together with the help of others find the truth. The secondary characters are just as inspiring. We see romance and love come together between several of the characters. This is a fast paced, page turning story. A must read and a keeper. I would recommend this book, especially if you enjoy intrigue, suspense, myth and legends. This book was received for review from, Net Galley and details can be found at My Book Addiction and More and Mira Books.

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  • Posted June 7, 2010

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    A powerful romantic suspense thriller

    The bomb in Ireland almost killed Boston detective Cyrus "Scoop" Wisdom. As he recuperates he meets archaeologist Sophie Malone, who had been left for dead in a cave filled with blood and lacking the ancient Celtic treasure, which brought her there. They are attracted to one another.

    However, when he returns to Boston, Scoop searches for the bomber. When his prime suspect kills himself, he relooks at Sophie, who found the corpse hanging in a ritual suicide. She traced the missing treasure to Boston. Scoop looks deeper into the alleged suicide and begins to theorize the culprit faked a death while hoping his trust in Sophie proves right. With her help with interpreting the archaic clues, he begins anew his search for the bomber who tries to kill the woman he is falling in love with.

    Following up with the explosive The Mist, The Whisper is a powerful romantic suspense thriller starring two delightful lead protagonists who fell in love at first sight in an ancient Irish ruin. The story line is fast-paced throughout as each uses their detecting skills to search for a diabolical serial killer using ancient rituals to either conceal avarice or for something sinisterly arcane. Readers will enjoy accompanying the lead couple, as they argue, fuss and kiss during their suspenseful investigation.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted October 25, 2013

    Recommended

    A must read. Carla has done it again, created a story and takes us along for the ride

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2013

    Great suspense

    Enjoy the continuing changes in the work of this writer. She is doing a great job with the continuance of the characrers. Love FBI books with the great characterization andexcellent plots.

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  • Posted August 20, 2012

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    One year ago, archeologist Sophie Malone spent a terrifying nigh

    One year ago, archeologist Sophie Malone spent a terrifying night alone
    in a cave on a remote Irish island. Instead of finding Celtic treasure
    she fought for her life. And now she discovers her incident bears a
    striking resemblance to a recent case. Her search for missing gold
    artifacts leads her to Boston, where she meets Scoop Wisdom. The cop was
    still recovering from his injuries after nearly being killed in an
    explosion at his home. As the attraction builds, they uncover ritual
    killings, and everyone is a suspect. And it seems the killings have just
    begun. Neggers' fans will recognize Scoop and secondary characters from
    previous books, starting with The Widow, and so on. I, myself, couldn't
    wait for Scoop's story. More than the romance, mystery, and
    action--which this book in no way lacked-- is the way Neggers is able to
    transport the reader from a page to the Irish coast and back again. You
    can almost hear the waves, the Irish lilt, or see the fairies. I was
    lost from page one. Recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Very good book from page 1. Carla Neggers does not disappoint the reader.

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  • Posted June 28, 2011

    I love this series!

    I have a graduate degree in archaeology and found the character of Sophie Malone to be quite relatable as well as enjoyable. I love the setting of Ireland and America, and the way Neggers weaves together folklore, myth, and artifacts with suspense and intrigue. What I love the most, though, is the rich tapestry of characters that fill the pages! I also love how the books are connected -- it's not really necessary to read them in order to fully enjoy each, but it's so fun finding the backstory on characters in each book. Thanks for a great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2011

    This book is a Hugh waste of time!

    It has no plot and nothing you want to remember about it at all. I forced myself to finish it only because I was on vacation. I have read other books by this author so I have no idea how this one went so wrong.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2011

    Disappointed...

    Cannot suggest this book, even for a rainy day, despite the fact that I typically enjoy Ms. Neggers' novels. Have struggled for 3 weeks now to finish this book, and I'm a book every 2-days type reader. Hoping she's got better plans for the next one...

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  • Posted January 16, 2011

    Dissappointed

    I like Carla Neggers books, but this was difficult to read. It depended too much on having read the previous book, with too many characters and no background on their connection. I finished the book with difficulty. I read a lot of books and the plot in this one just seemed to be lacking something.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2010

    Carla Neggers Strikes Gold Again!

    This continuation of the series begun in The Widow improves on it's predecessors which is hard to do. Carla Neggers strikes a perfect balance between character and plot, emotion and action. Sophie Malone finds a Celtic treasure on a remote Irish island but it disappears and she is left stranded on that island. A year later she is still haunted by that and is suspicious that it was connected somehow to recent violence in Boston. Enter Scoop Wisdom, a Boston detective recovering from wounds received in that violence. Soon the bomb that almost destroyed his home and could have killed his friends isn't the only source of sparks. Together, along with other characters encountered from earlier books, they put the puzzle together as well as themselves. The Whisper has Neggers' trademark depth of emotion and crackling suspense and puts them all together with the greatest effect. The characters are well-drawn and memorable and the plot is engaging and exciting. And Neggers' prose style ranks with the best out there. A great read!!!

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  • Posted August 5, 2010

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    Left me waiting for more whispers

    I am a Carla Neggers fan and have loved everything she has done; however, this one did not live up to my expectations. The plot left a little to be desired and the characters were not connected. There was a lot of reference to characters from previous books, but the main characters in this book lacked excitement.

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  • Posted August 3, 2010

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    The Whisper

    I say I found Sophie a bit interesting as a celtic archaeologist. She has some moments where she can be funny yet charming and blunt at the same time. Then there is Scoop who is a Boston internal affairs detective who was inured during a bomb. He went to Ireland to relax for a few weeks when he ran into Sophie. Was it a coincidence they met in Ireland? Maybe it was a coincidence they were on the same flight back to Boston. Scoop thinks she has something to hide and she is trying her best to keep her secrets to herself and find out what she can that is bothering her. Scoop is trying to figure out who planted the bomb that about killed him and his friends maybe Sophie's secrets are part of it. They begin working together so to speak and things start to happen not to mention falling for each other. They work out their secrets to reveal who the person was who caused all the problems from the bombing to the present. I have to say I was shocked to learn who it was. It took to the end of the book to figure it out. Those are the books I love

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