The first victim is found in a snow-covered Philadelphia field. Detective Vito Ciccotelli enlists the aid of archaeologist Sophie Johannsen to determine exactly what lies beneath the frozen ground. Despite years of unearthing things long buried, nothing can prepare Sophie for the matrix of graves dug with chilling precision. The victims buried there haunt her. But the empty graves terrify her-the killer isn't done yet.
SCREAM FOR ME
He is cold and calculating, the master of a twisted game. Even with Vito and Sophie hot on his trail, he will not stop. One more empty grave must be filled, and one last scream must be heard-the scream of an archaeologist who is too close for comfort and too near to resist...
DIE FOR ME
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Die For Me
By Karen Rose
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Chapter OnePhiladelphia, Sunday, January 14, 10:25 A.M.
Detective Vito Ciccotelli got out of his truck, his skin still vibrating. The beat-up old dirt road that led to the crime scene had only served to further rile his already churning stomach. He sucked in a breath and immediately regretted it. After fourteen years on the force, the odor of death still came as a putrid and unwelcome surprise.
"That shot my shocks to holy hell." Nick Lawrence grimaced, slamming the door of his sensible sedan. "Shit." His Carolina drawl drew the curse out to four full syllables.
Two uniforms stood staring down into a hole halfway across the snow-covered field. Handkerchiefs covered their faces. A woman was crouched down in the hole, the top of her head barely visible. "I guess CSU's already uncovered the body," Vito said dryly.
"Y'think?" Nick bent down and shoved the cuffs of his pants into the cowboy boots he kept polished to a spit shine. "Well, Chick, let's get this show on the road."
"In a minute." Vito reached behind his seat for his snow boots, then flinched when a thorn jabbed deep into his thumb. "Dammit." For a few seconds he sucked on the tiny wound, then with care moved the bouquet of roses out of the way to get to his boots. From the corner ofhis eye he could see Nick sober. But his partner said nothing.
"It's been two years. Today," Vito added bitterly. "How time flies."
Nick's voice was quiet. "It's supposed to heal, too."
And Nick was right. Two years had dulled the edge of Vito's grief. But guilt ... that was a different matter entirely. "I'm going out to the cemetery this afternoon."
"You want me to go with you?"
"Thanks, but no." Vito shoved his feet into his boots. "Let's go see what they found."
Six years as a homicide detective had taught Vito that there were no simple murders, just varying degrees of hard ones. As soon as he stopped at the edge of the grave the crime scene unit had just unearthed in the snow-covered field, he knew this would be one of the harder ones.
Neither Vito nor Nick said a word as they studied the victim, who might have remained hidden forever were it not for an elderly man and his metal detector. The roses, the cemetery, and everything else was pushed aside as Vito focused on the body in the hole. He dragged his gaze from her hands to what was left of her face.
Their Jane Doe had been small, five-two or five-three, and appeared to have been young. Short, dark hair framed a face too decomposed to be easily identifiable and Vito wondered how long she'd been here. He wondered if anyone had missed her. If anyone still waited for her to come home.
He felt the familiar surge of pity and sadness and pushed it to the edge of his mind along with all the other things he wanted to forget. For now he'd focus on the body, the evidence. Later, he and Nick would consider the woman-who she'd been and who she'd known. They'd do so as a means to catch the sick sonofabitch who'd left her nude body to rot in an unmarked grave in an open field, who'd violated her even after death. Pity shifted to outrage as Vito's gaze returned to the victim's hands.
"He posed her," Nick murmured beside him and in the soft words Vito heard the same outrage he felt. "He fucking posed her."
Indeed he had. Her hands were pressed together between her breasts, her fingertips pointing to her chin. "Permanently folded in prayer," Vito said grimly.
"Religious murderer?" Nick mused.
"God, I hope not." A buzz of apprehension tickled his spine. "Religious murderers tend not to stop with just one. There could be more."
"Maybe." Nick crouched down to peer into the grave which was about three feet deep. "How did he permanently pose her hands, Jen?"
CSU Sergeant Jen McFain looked up, her eyes covered with goggles, her nose and mouth by a mask. "Wire," she said. "Looks like steel, but very fine. It's wound around her fingers. You'll be able to see it better once the ME cleans her up."
Vito frowned. "Doesn't seem like wire that thin would be enough to trip the sensor on a metal detector, especially under a couple feet of dirt."
"You're right, the wire wouldn't have set it off. For that we can thank the rods your perp ran under the victim's arms." Jen traced one gloved finger along the underside of her own arm, down to her wrist. "They're thin and bendable, but have enough mass to set off a metal detector. It's how he kept her arms fixed in position."
Vito shook his head. "Why?" he asked and Jen shrugged.
"Maybe we'll get more from the body. I haven't gotten much from the hole so far. Except ..." She nimbly climbed from the grave. "The old man uncovered one of her arms using his garden spade. Now, he's in pretty good shape, but even I couldn't have dug that deep with a garden spade this time of year."
Nick looked into the grave. "The ground must not have been frozen."
Jen nodded. "Exactly. When he found the arm he stopped digging and called 911. When we got here, we started moving dirt to see what we had. The fill was easy to move until we got to the grave wall, then it was hard as a rock. Look at the corners. They look like they were cut using a T square. They're frozen solid."
Vito felt a sick tug at his gut. "He dug the grave before the ground froze. He planned this pretty far in advance."
Nick was frowning. "And nobody noticed a gaping hole?"
"Perp might've covered it with something," Jen said. "Also, I don't think the fill dirt came from this field. I'll run the tests to tell you for sure. That's all I got for now. I can't do anything more until the ME gets here."
"Thanks, Jen," Vito said. "Let's talk to the property owner," he said to Nick.
Harlan Winchester was about seventy, but his eyes were clear and sharp. He'd been waiting in the back seat of the police cruiser and got out when he saw them coming. "I suppose I'll have to tell you detectives the same thing I told the officers."
Vito put a little sympathy into his nod. "I'm afraid so. I'm Detective Ciccotelli and this is my partner, Detective Lawrence. Can you take us through what happened?"
"Hell, I didn't even want that damn metal detector. It was a present from my wife. She's worried I don't get enough exercise since I retired."
"So you got out this morning and walked?" Vito prompted and Winchester scowled.
"'Harlan P. Winchester,'" he mimicked in a high, nasal voice, "'you've been in that good-for-nothin' chair for the last ten years. Get your moldy butt up and walk.' So I did, 'cause I couldn't stand to listen to her nag me anymore. I thought I might find something interesting to make Ginny shut up. But ... I never dreamed I'd find a person."
"Was the body the first object your detector picked up?" Nick asked.
"Yeah." His mouth set grimly. "I took out my garden spade. It was then I thought about how hard the ground would be. I didn't think I'd be able to break the surface, much less dig deep. I almost put my spade away before I started, but I'd only been gone fifteen minutes and Ginny would have nagged me some more. So I started digging." He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, his bravado gone like so much mist. "My spade ... it hit her arm. So I stopped digging and called 911."
"Can you tell us a little more about this land?" Vito asked. "Who has access to it?"
"Anybody with an ATV or four-wheel drive, I guess. You can't see this field from the highway and the little drive that connects to the main road isn't even paved."
Vito nodded, grateful he'd driven his truck, leaving his Mustang parked safely in his garage alongside his bike. "It's definitely a rugged road. How do you get back here?"
"Today I walked." He pointed to the tree line where a single set of footprints emerged. "But this was the first time I've been back here. We only moved in a month ago. This land was my aunt's," he explained. "She died and left it to me."
"So, did your aunt come out to this field often?"
"I wouldn't think so. She was a recluse, never left the house. That's all I know."
"Sir, you've been a big help," Vito said. "Thank you."
Winchester's shoulders sagged. "Then I can go home?"
"Sure. The officers will drive you home."
Winchester got in the cruiser and it headed out, passing a gray Volvo on its way in. The Volvo parked behind Nick's sedan and a trim woman in her midfifties got out and started across the field. ME Katherine Bauer was here. It was time to face Jane Doe.
Vito started toward the grave, but Nick didn't move. He was looking at Winchester's metal detector sitting inside the CSU van. "We should check the rest of the field, Chick."
"You think there are more."
"I think we can't leave until we know there aren't."
Another shiver of apprehension raced down Vito's back. In his heart he already knew what they would find. "You're right. Let's see what else is out there."
Sunday, January 14, 10:30 A.M.
"Everybody's eyes closed?" Sophie Johannsen frowned at her graduate students in the darkness. "Bruce, you're peeking," she said.
"I'm not peeking," he grumbled. "Besides, it's too dark to see anything anyway."
"Hurry up," Marta said impatiently. "Turn on the lights."
Sophie flicked on the lights, savoring the moment. "I give you ... the Great Hall."
For a moment no one said a word. Then Spandan let out a low whistle that echoed off the ceiling, twenty feet above their heads.
Bruce's face broke into a grin. "You did it. You finally finished it."
Marta's jaw squared. "It's nice."
Sophie blinked at the younger woman's terse tone, but before she could say a word she heard the soft whir of John's wheelchair as he passed her to stare up at the far wall. "You did all this yourself," he murmured, looking around in his quiet way. "Awesome."
Sophie shook her head. "Not nearly by myself. You all helped, cleaning swords and armor and helping me plan the sword display. This was definitely a group effort."
Last fall, all fifteen members of her Weapons and Warfare graduate seminar had been enthusiastic volunteers at the Albright Museum of History, where Sophie spent her days. Now she was down to these faithful four. They'd come every Sunday for months, giving their time. They earned class credit, but more valuable was the opportunity to touch the medieval treasures their classmates could only view through glass.
Sophie understood their fascination. She also knew that holding a fifteenth-century sword in a sterile museum was but a shadow of the thrill of unearthing that sword herself, of brushing away the dirt, exposing a treasure no eyes had seen in five hundred years. Six months ago as a field archeologist in southern France, she'd lived for that rush, waking every morning wondering what buried treasure she'd find at the dig that day. Now, as the Albright Museum's head curator, she could only touch the treasures unearthed by others. Touching them, caring for them would have to be enough for now.
And as hard as it had been to walk away from the French dig of her dreams, every time she sat at her grandmother's side as she lay in a nursing-home bed, Sophie knew she'd made the right choice.
Moments like this, seeing the pride on the faces of her students, made her choice easier to bear, too. With pride of her own, Sophie admired what they'd accomplished. Large enough to easily accommodate groups of thirty or more, the new Great Hall was a spectacular sight. Against the far wall, three suits of armor stood at attention under a display of one hundred swords, arranged in a woven lattice pattern. War banners hung on the left wall, and on the right wall she'd mounted the Houarneau tapestry, one of the jewels of the collection amassed by Theodore Albright I during his brilliant archeological career.
Standing in front of the tapestry, Sophie took a moment to enjoy looking at it. The twelfth-century Houarneau tapestry, like all the other treasures in the Albright collection, never failed to steal her breath away. "Wow," she murmured.
"'Wow?'" Bruce shook his head with a smile. "Dr. J, you should be able to think of a better word than that, in any one of a dozen languages."
"Only ten," she corrected and watched him roll his eyes. For Sophie, the study of language had always been a practical pleasure. Fluency in ancient languages enabled her research, but more, she loved the fluid rhythm and nuance of words themselves. She'd had few opportunities to use her skill since coming home and she missed it.
So, still admiring the tapestry, she indulged herself. "C'est incroyable." The French flowed through her mind like a welcome melody, which was no surprise. Excepting a few short visits back to Philly, Sophie had made France her home for the last fifteen years. Other languages required more conscious effort, but still her mind skimmed easily. Greek, German, Russian ... she picked the words like flowers from a field. "Katapliktikos. Hat was. O moy bog."
Marta raised a brow. "And all that translated, means?"
Sophie's lips curved. "Essentially ... wow." She took another satisfied look around. "It's been a huge hit with tour groups." Her smile dimmed. Just thinking about the tours, or more specifically the tour guides, was enough to suck the joy right out of her day. John turned his chair so he could stare up at the swords. "You did this so fast."
She set the unpleasant tours aside in her mind. "The trick was Bruce's computer-generated mockup. It showed where to place the supports, and once that was done mounting the swords was easy. It looks as authentic as any display I've ever seen in any castle anywhere." She aimed a smile of appreciation toward Bruce. "Thank you."
Bruce beamed. "And the paneling? I thought you were going with painted walls."
Once again her smile dimmed. "I was overruled on that. Ted Albright insisted that the wood would make the place look more like a true hall and not a museum."
"He was right," Marta said, her lips pursed tightly. "It looks better."
"Yeah, well maybe it does, but he also cleaned out my operating budget for this year," Sophie said, annoyed. "I had a list of new acquisitions that I now can't afford. We couldn't even afford to have the damn paneling installed." She looked at her abused hands, nicked and scraped. "While you all were back home sleeping until noon and pigging out on turkey leftovers, I was here with Ted Albright every day, putting up all this paneling. God, what a nightmare. Do you know how high these walls are?"
The whole paneling debacle had been the source of yet another argument with Ted "the Third" Albright. Ted was the only grandson of the great archeologist, which unfortunately made him the sole owner of the Albright collection. He was also the owner of the museum, which unfortunately made him Sophie's boss. She rued the day she'd ever heard of Ted Albright and his Barnum and Bailey approach to running a museum, but until a position opened up in one of the other museums, this job was it.
Marta turned to look at her, her eyes cold and ... disappointed. "Spending two weeks alone with Ted Albright doesn't sound like a hardship. He's an attractive man," she added, her tone acidic. "I'm surprised you managed to get any work done at all."
Uncomfortable silence filled the room as Sophie stood, shocked and staring at the woman she'd mentored for four months. This can't be happening again. But it was.
The men exchanged looks of wary confusion, but Sophie knew exactly what Marta was saying, exactly what she'd heard. The disappointment she'd seen in Marta's eyes now made sense. Rage and denial screamed through Sophie's mind, but she decided to address the current insinuation and leave the past covered, for now.
"Ted's married, Marta. And just so you can set the record straight, we weren't alone. Ted's wife, son, and daughter were working with us the whole time."
Maintaining her icy stare, Marta said nothing. Awkwardly Bruce blew out a breath. "So," he said. "Last semester we revamped the Great Hall. What's next, Dr. J?"
Ignoring the churning of her stomach, Sophie led the group to the exhibition area beyond the Great Hall. "The next project is redoing the weapons exhibit."
"Yes." Spandan socked the air. "Finally. This is what I've been waiting for."
"Then your wait is over." Sophie stopped at the glass display cabinet that held a half-dozen very rare medieval swords. The Houarneau tapestry was exquisite, but these weapons were her favorite items of the entire Albright collection.
"I always wonder who owned them," Bruce said softly. "Who fought with them."
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I think the idea of a review is to let others interested in reading the book, know what you liked or didn't like about the book. This was my first Karen Rose book so had no preconceived ideas. After the first chapter I wasn't sure I wanted to continue as I definitely do not like scenarios of torture. However, I continued and found with the way KR writes I could skim the descriptions of torture and finish the book. I liked the way KR divides into sections of place, date and time and changes characters so it was easy to skim or even skip some of the more graphic details of our serial killer. I think KR is a talented writer who really keeps the story moving. Even though it's a thriller with some romance thrown in, there is also enough humor and family values with Vito's family to lighten it somewhat. I think I enjoyed Sophie's character because yes, she's a very independent woman who's very bright but yet not so independent that she could accept protection when warranted. I thought she handled herself well after being taken by the serial killer. (well that was a given wasn't it?) She did certainly help herself but yet the author has the (her) cop complete the final rescue. (So many authors have the heroine not need anyone and takes the villan out herself-yeah right). I just felt it was an interesting book that moved along and very well rounded story. Even the ending which builds to a sequel doesn't disappoint because the main characters have closure. If you can handle some graphic scenes, the story itself is pretty interesting. I just started the sequel so hope it's as good.
I could hardly put this down... I have read all of KR's books leading up to this one and can definitely say I have not been disappointed by any of them. For background on Vito, make sure you read 'You Can't Hide'.
This was the last book I brought with me on holiday, and if I had more choice, I would not have read it. (I was on a plane and the tv was broken) It wasn't especially well written with the occasional real clunker of a sentence. The characterizations slowly grew deeper, but the writing never really improved.The murders were too hard core for me. I felt it verged on torture porn. I hate torture scenes and don't need to be anywhere near them, and this was too explicit for me. A crazy man tortures people to hear them scream and then paint them from the video tapes of their deaths. He then puts the images into a computer game which rocks due to its explicit realism. A bit far fetched, no?Anyways, nice guy cop Vito Ciccotelli enlists the help of gorgeous blond archaeologist Sophie Johannsen and they fall in love against this hideous background. C+
Archeologist Sophie Johanssen is pulled into the investigation of a hidious, hidden graveyard occupied by the victims of a serial killer. Her expertise in Medieval history is invaluable to the police. One detective finds her more than useful in the investigation and Sophie finds herself in a romance as well as in danger. Though this got off to a slow start for me, I am glad that I stuck with it. I really enjoyed it. I am planning to read the next in the series.
This one is classed as Romantic Suspense but I found it much more loaded on the Suspense side than the romantic. I'll be honest - I didn't enjoy it as much as I did Count to Ten. I found the graphic nature of the murders a bit disturbing and not enough of the romance to really counterbalance it. I'm not used to reading books quite this heavy duty. I was also slightly bothered by the fact that we got into the victims heads before they were brutally tortured. That made it a bit tougher too. Of course, this cold could me making me more week kneed than usual.Still - she's a good writer and I have two more of her books that I'm looking forward to reading
Such a great book. Great series. If nyou liked this book. You are definitley love the other 2.
Video game murders read other books by this author much better too many characters and way too long
Another amazing offering by Karen Rose. I enjoyed the revisiting of past characters, Tess Ciccotelli and her brother, Vito. We first met Vito in Tess's story, YOU CAN'T HIDE. I was very happy to see him get his own story and happy to see Tess make an appearance. I especially liked meeting the rest of the Ciccotelli clan. DIE FOR ME is also the first book in a spin-off trilogy featuring FBI Special Agent Daniel Vartanian, whose involvement in DIE FOR ME sets the groundwork for the next two books. I didn't really feel much of a connection to Daniel mainly because I was so focused on Vito and Sophie. I'm not too worried about it, however, because I know when I read a Karen Rose book, she always does a fantastic job of creating complex characters that draw you into their lives so effortlessly that it is very easy to forget they are fictional characters. This story takes place primarily in Philadelphia, where Vito is a homicide detective. Sophie is an archaeologist working for a local museum who is brought in to help unearth several mysterious graves. If that doesn't make her interesting enough, the fact that she speaks numerous languages fluently and rides a Harley should seal the deal. I really liked the dynamic of cop and archaeologist. Neither profession is afraid to get their hands dirty, so to speak. Both are good at digging to find the results. A perfect match that I could see a mile away, but these two need a little more time to get there. I must warn you that the method of murder deployed by this sadistic villain is quite disturbing, but that's one of the things I really love about this author. She doesn't gloss over the horrifying details. Her stories are very realistic and I am glad they are. As a reader, I hate being patronized so the more realistic the story, the better it is for me as a reader. As disturbing as parts of the story were, I couldn't pull myself away. Danger lurks around every corner and nobody knows who the killer is or the reasons for the murders or who is next. I highly recommend this book if you like stories full of high octane suspense with a blend of romance and characters that grow on you.
Loved the book. Great chemistry between the main characters and I really enjoyed the story line. Simon was a nut job!
Karen Rose writes a romantic thriller like no one else! Compelling characters and perfect plots, lots of hot! This is the 1st book in the Vartanian series and Ms. Rose's villan is diabolical and her lovers should be considered classic. A great read!