Final Scream

Final Scream

by Lisa Jackson

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ISBN-13: 9780821777121
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 08/06/2013
Series: Zebra Romantic Suspense Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 544
Product dimensions: 4.40(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.70(d)

About the Author

LISA JACKSON is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five novels, including You Will Pay, Expecting to Die, After She’s Gone, Close to Home, Tell Me, You Don’t Want to Know, and Shiver. She has over thirty million copies of her books in print in nineteen languages. She lives with her family and three rambunctious dogs in the Pacific Northwest. Readers can visit her website at www.lisajackson.com and find her on Facebook.

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CHAPTER 1

Almost Thirteen Years Later

It was a clear winter day when the Christmas parade wound its way down Alvin's Main Street. Which, of course, meant it was cold. Dewey said it smelled like snow, but I told him he was crazy. First off, it ain't never snowed in Alvin far as I know, and second, it wasn't that cold. I guessed it to be probably in the midforties somewhere. Still, I was glad I had my heavy jacket on. I wasn't used to this sort of weather.

We were all standing together as close as we could, which was extremely strange for my sister, Carry. Normally, Carry liked to be as far away from everyone else as she could get, but I guess huddling to keep warm took precedence over trying to look cool. Other than me, Dewey, and Carry, there was my uncle Henry, who had come down to spend the holidays with us.

Christmas was barely two weeks away, and boy you could sure feel the excitement in the air. I loved Christmas. It was the best day of the year as far as I was rightly concerned. My mother always played Elvis songs at Christmastime and he had this one that was called something like "If Every Day Was Christmas." I found myself thinking that same question all the time. Of course, then it probably wouldn't be so special. Which sounded just like something my mother would say.

More and more, I found myself saying stuff that sounded like it should be coming out of her mouth instead of mine.

Carry was extra lucky. She not only got Christmas to celebrate, but four days later, she got her birthday, too. If she had been born just four days earlier, she'd have the same birthday as baby Jesus. I'm glad she didn't. That would be just too weird.

"Here they come!" Uncle Henry said. "Can you see all right, Abe?" he asked me.

"I certainly can!" I said.

Down the street, the float my mother was on turned the corner and came into view. There was a tall riser up front where Hubert James Robertson, the mayor of Alvin, stood waving to people on both sides of the street. Beside him, on much lower risers, stood my mother on his left and Officer Chris Jackson on his right. Both my mother and Chris worked for the Alvin Police Department. Chris was just a regular officer, but my mother was a detective, which meant she didn't have to drive around in a special car or wear a special uniform. She could go out looking any way she wanted. Although, sometimes, she worked as a normal officer, too. They were the only two police officers in Alvin other than Police Chief Ethan Montgomery, who ran things at the station.

"Where's Chief Montgomery?" I asked, blinking into the sun as I looked up at Uncle Henry. A cold breeze hit my pant legs, sending a chill up my body.

Uncle Henry shielded his eyes with his hand, almost looking like he was saluting someone. "I don't know. You'd reckon he'd be on there, too."

There were all sorts of floats. The one my mother was on didn't seem to "be" anything in particular, but the one coming up behind it was a pirate ship advertising the Alvin First National Bank. It was big and it blocked out most of the stores on the other side of the street. It had a huge Union Jack flag that flapped and snapped in the winter wind.

"Isn't that a weird float for a bank?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Dewey asked back.

"I mean, didn't pirates steal money? It's like they're sayin' they're gonna steal your money."

"You think too much, Abe," Uncle Henry said.

"Maybe they're sayin' that they'll steal money for you and put it into your account," Dewey offered.

"Maybe it's just a friggin' pirate ship," Carry said.

She could be very unsociable at times.

Someone in a giant kangaroo suit came bounding down the side of the road and stopped right in front of us, waving.

I waved back, but the kangaroo didn't move on. It just kept waving. I felt very awkward and uncomfortable, waving from the sidewalk with the kangaroo two feet from me, waving from the street. Finally, the kangaroo reached up and took off its giant head. It was Police Chief Montgomery. "You guys all havin' fun?"

"Um, yeah. It's dandy," Dewey said.

"It's okay," I said.

"My feet are killin' me," Carry whined. "How much longer is this thing anyway?"

"They're all having a terrific time," Uncle Henry said, swatting the back of Carry's head.

Chief Montgomery leaned in, and whispered to Carry, "At least you don't have to hop around in a stupid kangaroo suit. My legs feel like Jell-O. I can't wait until this is over. I reckon there's only three or four more floats until the big guy comes round and finishes it."

"The big guy?" Dewey asked.

"You know," Chief Montgomery said. "Mr. C? Ho ho ho? St. Nick?"

"Santa Claus!" A huge smile beamed from Dewey's face.

Oh my God, he didn't really still believe in Santa, did he? Me and Dewey were practically exactly the same age. Our birthdays were within days of each other, which meant he would be thirteen in March. Someone had to put an end to this.

"Dewey," I said, "you do know there is no real Santa, right?"

I got instant glares from three people. Even Carry joined into the Glare Group.

"What?" I asked. "He's almost thirteen for cryin' out loud. Do you want him to go into the workforce believin' in the tooth fairy?"

"Wait," Dewey said, sounding dejected. "There's no Santa and no tooth fairy?"

"Dewey, you have no baby teeth left. Why do you even care 'bout the tooth fairy?"

"She was nice to me. She gave me money."

"He's got a point, ass face," Carry said. Uncle Henry swatted the back of her head again.

"Language," he said. To me, he didn't sound too much like he meant it.

"Are you serious about Santa?" Dewey asked.

I took a deep breath and let it go, looking at all the heads shaking behind Dewey's back. I smiled. It was a terribly faked smile. "No, Dewey, I'm just pullin' your leg. Of course there's a Santa Claus. Who else would be eatin' those carrots and drinkin' that milk you put out?"

His face immediately transformed. The wonder was back. It sort of peeved me off because he was living in a world much more spectacular than the one I was.

"And just so you know," he said, "I am aware there is no Easter bunny."

I squinted at him. "Why do you reckon there's no Easter bunny, yet you believe in Santa?"

"Duh. Why the heck would rabbits be givin' out eggs? It makes absolutely no sense."

"He's got a point," Uncle Henry said.

Everyone fell silent and I realized the Existence of Santa Claus and Other Miscellaneous Childhood Lies discussion had come to an end. The silence was finally broken by Uncle Henry asking Carry: "So, what does my little sugar plum want for her birthday this year?"

Carry smiled. "It's super cool."

"What is it?"

"I want you and my mom" — she hesitated and examined me and Dewey — "and I guess you two little rug rats too if you want, to come with me to a psychic while I get my fortune told."

"What a neat idea," Uncle Henry said. "But if you want me there, you're gonna have to do it earlier than your birthday. I'm only stayin' until the mornin' after Christmas and then I have to go."

"Okay, I'll talk to Mom. Maybe we can book an appointment this week. I reckon it'll be so cool."

"Just remember, sugar plum, a lot of those so-called psychics are frauds. They only tell you what you wanna hear. Or they're gypsies. Gypsies give me the willies."

"I'm not gonna tell her what I wanna hear. I'm not gonna answer any questions. I wanna see what she can figure out without me sayin' a word."

"Well, that sure should be interestin' to watch."

"Maybe I'll find out that one day I'll be rich," Carry said.

"Or that you'll die an early death in a house fire before you're twenty," Dewey said.

We all looked at him. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, nothin'," I said. "There's just somethin' wrong with you, is all."

CHAPTER 2

Me and Dewey were playing tag in the backyard. Tag was one of those games we didn't play for very long, on account of there being just the two of us and it getting a mite boring. You really need more than two people to play tag properly. Mainly, it was just fun being outside this close to Christmas. Me and my mother had spent the last weekend hanging lights up around the eaves of the house. Now it looked really Christmassy. I just couldn't wait for Christmas to come.

One game we used to play a lot of I would call "balancing rocks on sticks." It consisted of taking a stick and a rock and trying to see how long you could go with the rock on the end of the stick before it fell off. Now this was more of a sport for two people. In fact, you could just as easily do it with one person. It was the perfect multiplayer game.

Truth be told, there just wasn't much to do outside in the afternoon in winter in Alvin. Tag or otherwise. We were too used to the heat to stay outside too long in the cold, and some days it would rain something fierce and it felt like God was throwing ice at you. My backyard wasn't the most fun place on the planet to hang out on those days. Sometimes we'd just run around to stay warm.

Even the trees looked like they hated it outside. We had two cherry trees in the backyard and neither had any leaves left. All the leaves had fallen off and died. I was starting to feel like them leaves, as Dewey touched me, and yelled, "You're It!"

I decided I couldn't be It for one more round. "Let's stop playin'," I said.

"How come, Abe?" Dewey asked.

"Well, for one, I'm outta breath. For two, it's too damn cold out here. I'm dyin', Dewey."

"What's for three?"

"Um ..." I knew for three had to be the cincher. "For three, I think we can probably go inside and get my mom to make us some hot cocoa."

"That sounds great!"

Dewey never gave up a chance for free food, no matter what it was. It was his weakness, the way Superman couldn't go near kryptonite. Everyone has a weakness I think, and Dewey's was rustling up free food. We could be having the time of our lives and I could stop, and tell him, "Hey, old Newt Parker just called and invited us over for raccoon, wanna go?" And Dewey would be on his bike in a flash, ready to make the trip.

Newt Parker was no longer with the living souls of this world, but when he was here, many folk thought he ate barbecued roadkill. Myself, I have no convictions either way as to whether or not the rumors were true or false. I do know this, though. I had enough belief that the rumors could be true that I would never go for a barbecue at Newt Parker's house. Dewey, on the other hand, would go in a flash, if for no other reason than to be able to tell people he ate barbecued road-killed raccoon with Newt Parker. That's just how Dewey was.

So, compared to the dead raccoon, my offer of hot cocoa was a quick way to get me out of the stark cold of the backyard and into the warmth of the house.

We got inside and pulled off our boots. It took Dewey at least twice as long as me to get his off his feet on account of I think he outgrew his last year or something. Do twelve-year-old feet even still grow? I had no idea. Maybe his ma just bought them too small. Dewey's ma wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. Of course, I never told that to Dewey.

My own mother was in the kitchen on the phone. Carry kneeled on a chair beside her, anxiously watching while my mother made some phone calls. I figured out pretty quick what they were doing — they were trying to book a psychic to see Carry for her birthday present. By the sounds of things, they weren't having much luck.

"No," my mother said, "it needs to be between now and Christmas. Sometime this week would be best ... okay, thank you for your time." She hung up and looked at Carry. "That's eight I've called. They're all not working through the holidays."

Carry frowned. "Stupid psychics. Don't they know that's when they'd get their most business?"

"Maybe it's just as well," my mother said.

"Don't give up now!" Carry said. "There's still some you haven't tried."

"I know, and I will, I just don't want you to get your hopes up too high."

"If they're all psychic and stuff," Dewey said, "why do you have to call them? Shouldn't they just know you're comin'?"

I looked at Dewey. "You're an idiot."

My mother said, "I reckon he has a very good point."

Carry didn't hear the exchange at all. She had her head in the phone book. "Try this one. Madame Crystalle — True Psychic Medium from Persia. One hundred percent satisfaction or your money returned in full."

"Wow," my mother said, "that's going out on a limb. And she's not a gypsy if she's from Persia. I'm a little leery of gypsies. Okay, what's the number?"

Carry told her as my mother dialed. "Hello, I'd like to book an appointment with Madame Crystalle. ... Oh, that's you. Well, hi. My name's Leah and I'm the detective here in Alvin and my daughter, Caroline, would like to see you and get her fortune read for her birthday. ... It would have to be sometime this week. I know, it's sort of last minute." My mother always told everyone she was the detective here. I think she thought it brought her some kind of respect or something that she wouldn't get otherwise.

She stopped talking, held the phone away, and said to Carry, "She's gone to get her schedule."

Placing the handset back to her mouth, she said, "Yes, I'm still here ... tomorrow? Yes, tomorrow works fine. What time? Two o'clock. Perfect. Oh, and is it okay to bring along her family to watch? Okay, that's great. Thank you."

My mother hung up and smiled at Carry. "You're goin' tomorrow at two!"

Carry beamed back. "This is goin' to be so awesome! Thank you, Mother!"

"What if she tells you somethin' bad?" Dewey asked.

"Why are you being so negative?" my mother asked back.

"Because most things are bad. Read a newspaper or watch the news. You never see happy stuff."

"I'm sure Carry's stuff will all be nice and happy."

"Yeah, but what if it isn't? What if she says, 'Your mother's gonna get shot next Wednesday while on duty'?"

"Dewey!" my mother snapped. Even I looked at him like this was out of line.

"I'm just sayin' she could, so you should be prepared for somethin' like that."

"I reckon maybe it's time for you to go home," my mother told him.

"Actually," I said, "we was hopin' for some hot cocoa."

My mother took another look at Dewey and exhaled slowly. "All right, but no more talk about 'bad stuff,' you hear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Dewey said.

He fell quiet. I just looked at him, and whispered, "You're an idiot."

CHAPTER 3

The psychic's shop turned out to be a very small building that me and Dewey had ridden by on our bikes many times and had not noticed. The shop couldn't have been more than ten feet tall with a sign in the window that read:

Madame Crystalle True Psychic Medium 100% satisfaction Or your money returned in full.

The pink blinds behind the sign were pulled closed, so you couldn't see inside. A large shrub hid most of one side of the building. The rest of the building was painted black, which was obviously the reason me and Dewey never saw it. You don't normally look for small black buildings while out on bike rides.

The only really strange thing on the outside of the place was this statue right beside the door. It stood between the sidewalk and the steps leading up to the door, facing down toward the hustle and bustle of town. It was a frog standing on his hind legs. It stared wall-eyed down Main Street at all the other shops. In its hands it held a top hat, and its mouth was wide open with a bright red tongue. It seemed so out of place it took a minute for my brain to even figure out what I was looking at. Me and Dewey must've missed it because it was set back a bit, and you had to look right at the building to see it.

"Why is there a frog standin' here starin' off down the street?" I asked my mother. "It looks kind of creepy."

"I don't rightly know, Abe, but I think maybe we should all go inside before we freeze to death," my mother said.

"Reminds me of that frog from that cartoon," Dewey said. "The one that will only dance and sing for one guy. Only this one wouldn't fit in a shoebox."

"I agree with Abe for once," Carry said. "It's really creepy. No wonder she was available for a readin'. She probably scares off most customers with this frog."

"Now, don't go writin' her off just because of some crazy statue outside her shop," Uncle Henry said. "Look at her sign. It says, 'True Psychic Medium.' Not only that, she'll refund your money if you ain't satisfied. I'd say that's pretty darn good. I also agree with your mom. We should go inside before we freeze."

(Continues…)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Prologue: Prosperity, Oregon 1977,
Part I: 1977,
Part II: 1994,
Epilogue,
Dear Reader,
Author Q&A,
Expecting to Die Teaser,

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Final Scream 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 99 reviews.
Tony Scarlatos More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing from beginning to end. The only warning I have is that, contrary to mmost of lisa jackson's books, this book involves the romances to the extreme. While she usually holds back on the romance, and it's just a plain annoyance to the killer, it was actually the main focus of this book, which I loved about it. However, if you're reading for the murder and mystery, I'd suggest another one of her books rather than this one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I could not stop thinking about this book for weeks after I read it. I am still looking for a horror book to top this one but i can't seem to find one!
Binker More than 1 year ago
Almost gave up, but gamely finished the book. I found it too long, too labored and if I had to read 'Oh god, no' one more time, I might go nuts. Anyway, this is recommended only if you are a die hard fan. Otherwise, you might want to pass.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the first half of this book very quickly. The story drew me in and I couldn't put it down. I thought the second half of the story (which picks up 17 years later) dragged on way too long. I had suspected a couple of things and was frustrated that it took forever to reveal them. Instead of saying 'wow' I found myself saying 'finally!' I think overall, it was a good story with lots of twists (though some predictable), but it could have been told, at least the second half of the book, a lot quicker. I found myself skimming through quite a bit of the second half to get to the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have been reading romance novels for many years and was looking for a new author. I just happened to be waiting for a prescription to be filled in my local drug store and picked up this book. I could not put it down....It had just what I enjoy reading- romance & suspense. A great combination. I highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book!! Scary enough to keep you reading and hold your interest.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Final Scream was an awesome read and I couldn't put it down. It was a well written story with well developed characters. Lisa Jackson is a genius in her own right. The passion and the love lost then found again between Brig and Cassidy was to die for. I found that the flopping back and forth between past and present was a much needed part of the story. At no point did the story get boring, it was gripping from the first page to the last.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am an avid reader and had never read a Lisa Jackson book. I was out of books so I picked up 'Final Scream' at the grocery store. The cover said she was a bestselling author. I read a few chapters and thought it was terrible. Read like something a young teenager would like. I threw it in the garbage.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love a good mystery and this one throws in a little romance! Read this over 500 page book in ONE day...couldn't put it down. This was my first Lisa Jackson book and I am looking for another immediately!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All 500+ pages went by so quickly! Book is full of intrigue, suspense and richly described characters. I couldn't put it down and just had to get to the ending! Then I was sorry there was no more to read in the magnificent book.
bushrarehman on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
nice book with lots of twist and turns.
redheadish on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
And now then this week I have stayed up too many hours reading your "Final Scream" for 3 daysI read a PB 500+ pages takes time - for me. I just want to say that your love scenes were very unique well written and a nice change from others I have read in the last year, and much different in a real good way then I have read in the other suspence, mystery, and romance suspence. I would say your writing is most enjoyable and allthough its different from my favorite author K Reichs I hope that your other books will be just as great and keep me entertained for quite a while, that is as soon I get more of them!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Extra suspenseful!
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The basic story line was pretty good. But the foul language and leud sex 'scenes' only cheapened the book. I have read hundreds of really good mystery novels by many different authors WITHOUT the language and gutter sex. I don't consider myself a prude but I found the book offensive. Also, some of the behavior of the characters was unbelieveable. I only gave it one star because I had to give it something. Will not be buying any more books by this author unless she cleans up her act.
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Predictable, formulaic typical romance novel. I never read romances and didn't know this was that genre. Very disappointed. Some reviewers commented on all the twists and turns in the plot. Really? Where? If I read about one more "round firm butt" I was going to throw the book in the trash, but someone--an editor or proofreader--must have mentioned that to the author during rewrites because it stopped after the first few chapters. Good. And all the smoking and lighting up and searching for a cigarette could have killed off all the characters from cancer from second hand smoke--never mind the burning down of multiple buildings/mills/homes. I found myself skipping paragraphs and moving ahead just to see if something was finally going to happen. I finally skipped to the last chapter just to see if I was right in thinking the culprit was Willie, found out I was wrong (oh well), and promptly deleted the book from my NOOK.
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Love her work! Exciting at every turn .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great suspense