No One Left To Tell

No One Left To Tell

by Jordan Dane

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No One Left To Tell by Jordan Dane

A Dark Message

The body of a brutally slain man is found on the holy grounds of a chapel, and a cryptic message pinned to his chest unravels the lives of people touched by a dark secret. Detective Raven Mackenzie and her partner uncover the dead man's connection to a powerful female crime boss, leading them to her mysterious head of security, Christian Delacorte, who soon becomes the prime suspect.

Triggers His Nightmares

Yet when Raven sifts through Christian's past, she discovers the man is plagued by deeply rooted nightmares—and a shadowy childhood tragedy linking him to the case. Convinced his past holds the key to finding the real killer, she defies her partner, following her gut instincts and trusting her undeniable bond with Christian.

And Arouses a Killer

But Raven shares her own date with destiny when she crosses paths with a heartless killer. And when he unleashes his rage, there will be no one left to tell.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061253751
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 04/29/2008
Series: No One Series
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

Ripped from the headlines, Jordan Dane's gritty suspense plots weave a tapestry of vivid settings, intrigue, and dark humor. A thrilling ride of mystery and suspense–all in the first degree! She's a member of Romance Writers of America, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and the International Thriller Writers. Jordan and her husband share their Oklahoma residence with an intelligent canine and two cats of highborn lineage.

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No One Left To Tell

Chapter One

Warehouse District
South Chicago

On the trail of money, Mickey Blair sniffed out opportunity like most men chased skirts—one led to the other, but cash never got a headache. The piece of paper fluttered in his hand as a brisk wind caught its frayed edge. He scrolled it with spread fingers to read his own scribbling and looked up, squinting against the cold to verify the warehouse number. The place was a pit. He stuffed the crumpled paper into his overcoat. He'd hoped for better arrangements from his potential new client. The e-mail he'd received late yesterday had been cryptic, but he was confident the job would be simple and the money irresistible. The best kind of incentive. A glance at his Rolex assured him he wasn't late.

With the sun fading into the layers of dark clouds along the horizon, the bite in the air stung his cheeks. Large, wet flakes accumulated on the ground, defying the swirling gusts. With a sideways glance, he caught sight of his black Mercedes parked to the left. His latest toy. He'd soon have it stored for winter. Time to break out his SUV. His work provided a nice little nest egg. Images of white sand beaches filtered through the cold. The imagined scent of coconut teased his senses. He pictured grains of sand clinging to his dark skin slick from tropical oils. Before long, he'd be set for life.

Killing was a lucrative business.

Safely locked away until he needed it for a job, his custom-made Heckler & Koch sniper rifle had been a good investment. At his age, he had cultivated a dependable, discreet reputation over the years. Mickey enjoyed the best ofboth worlds—flying below the radar of law enforcement while reaping all the benefits of his deserved notoriety. The art of assassination provided him a life worth living. He loved irony, when it suited him. A smile influenced his swagger as he approached the side entrance to the building. His unfastened overcoat buffeted in the breeze. Instinctively, he felt for his gun, a SIG Sauer secured in its leather holster under his suit jacket.

After a tug at the metal door, he rubbed his palms together to wipe away the rust and dirt, careful not to soil his coat or Armani suit. Once inside, he shortened his breaths to lessen the intake of stale air and surveyed the carcass of the old deserted warehouse. But his next breath morphed into an instinctive gasp when the door slammed shut behind him. He turned and heard a key slip into the lock. The dead bolt slid into place. And he caught the distinct sound of someone running away. He yanked at the door, the filth of the cement floor crunching underfoot. Locked.

"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, then called out, "This isn't funny, you sick bastard."

Slowly, he gaped over his shoulder into the cavernous space. In the split second his eyes oriented to the murky and cluttered interior, the lights went out. Complete darkness. His equilibrium distorted, he couldn't see his damned hand in front of his face. He raised his weapon, fingers tensed against the grip.

"If this is some kind of joke, someone's gonna get shot!" He raised his voice, covering his tension with attitude. "I don't have time for this."

"Make time." A low voice assumed familiarity. An echo disguised its origin. "I made time foryou."

The sound mutated to a whisper, prickling his skin.

"Do I know you?" Mickey swallowed hard. His eyes searched the dark for anything at all. No answer. The man wasn't giving him a chance to locate his hiding spot, offering a target for his SIG Sauer.

A glimmer drew his attention. Heading toward the flicker of light, he felt his way along a barrier of varying height, stubbing the tips of his shoes. In no time, he lost his way. He couldn't tell where he had entered the old building.

Thud! Thwack! Two rounds hit his chest. A burst of liquid burned his nostrils. Vapor stung his eyes. Silenced gunfire? His hands reached for the sore spots under his suit, rubbing the welts. Anger got the better of him. He returned fire. Pointing his gun into the dark, he shot twice before thinking. Muzzle flash blinded him. Fingers pressed against his eyelids, he squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the ricochet.

"Who are you?" he shrieked. Spittle ran down his chin. Feeling like a cat with nine lives, he bristled with hostility. If the pellets had been real bullets, he would've been dead. "What kind of game are you playing here?"

The air was stagnating and thick. Sweat trickled from his brow, nearly blinding him with its sting. He leaned against something firm. All he needed was time to think. God, think!

"Who the hell are you people?" he shouted. More than one person hid in the dark. Strange animal noises erupted overhead. The muffled sound of laughter mocked his torment, his only reply.

Although he couldn't be certain, it appeared they were herding him through a maze of obstacles. They pounded him with pellets of some kind.The animal calls only got worse—clamoring all around him. Primal instinct kicked in and panic gripped him hard, squeezing his chest. Remembering to close his eyes, Mickey fired two shots, reminding them he would be dangerous up close.

"There's been a mistake. I was asked to come here. Some guy had a job for me," he cried, trying to reason with his faceless attackers.

What the hell had he done? The irony wasn't missed on him. Now the tables were turned. Normally the predator, this time he would be the hunted.

Blood boiled under the surface of his skin. He shrugged out of his overcoat and kicked it aside. Tugging at his tie, he pulled it over his head and hurled it into the dark, not caring where it landed. Only a week ago, he'd bought the designer tie, more impressed by its price tag. Now, he didn't give a rat's ass about any of it. His fingers slick with sweat, he yanked at the collar of his shirt. Buttons popped off onto the warehouse floor.

No One Left To Tell. Copyright ? by Jordan Dane. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I have to start this review by saying that, an avid lifelong paintball player, I have never seen paintballs used in a more insidious fashion EVER, lol In Dane's second offering, she displays every hallmark of becoming one of the great authors of our time. Her characters are believable in thier strengths, weaknesses, personalities, and quirks. Friendships, romances, and adverserial relationships are portrayed in a realistic fashion that makes you like the good guys and love to hate the baddies. Protagonist cop Raven MacKenzie and her partner Tony have an especially nice relationship, a teasing friendship without a hint of sexual tension, so true of best friends of the opposite sex. As Raven investigates a murder 'where paintballs do in fact play a pivital role', she is forced to team up with Christian Delecorte, a good guy who hates the cops with good reason 'or are his reasons good?'. 'Oh, yes, and he has a thing for paintball...' As in her first novel, Dane throws many twists and curveballs our way, presents a budding romance, and an intruiging mystery. If her future books prove to be half this good, they're to be read on prinicple alone. Dane knows how to tell a story and keep you absorbed from beginning to end. You root for the characters you're meant to root for, hate the ones your meant to hate, and just plain aren't sure how to feel about the ones you're meant to be uncertain about. Another wonderfully engaging offering by an author who promises to keep us entertained for years to come. It goes without saying: We'll be hearing a lot more from Jordan Dane. If the universe is just and the readers wise, before long, she'll rank up there with some of the great crime authors in history.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A story well told, kept me guessing who the killer was to the very end. I look forward to reading her other books. I recommend this book to anyone who loves this genre.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After being disappointed by "kill alex cross", i went for a cheap read and surprise! Found jordan dane. Wonderful storyline. Step aside, patterson. No more $$$ wasted on your books. Easy read, but thoroughly enjoyable!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice read. Look forward to the next one.
Snowflake75 More than 1 year ago
I am not sure how this book relates to Dane`s previous title, "No One Heard Her Scream". None of the previous book`s characters reappear or are mentioned. However, once again the female lead is a strong woman who is reluctant to be dependent on a man. There is plenty of drama and twists that will keep the reader reading. Fans of Allison Brennan or Brenda Novak will enjoy the tale.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This covers both "No One Left toTell" and "No One Lives Forever". Either is complete enough to be standalone but for full flavor take them as a two volume set,"Left to Tell" first. This is a larger than life romance-adventure thriller. No pastels here. Everything is Day-Glo. The baddies are BAD; the lovers LOVE; and anyone with angst is ANGSTIOUS(!?). If you like your men to be men and your women to be women(not simpering, but real women) these books add up to a great beach read. You might even go to 5 stars. If going a little "over the top" doesn't appeal to you, drop it back to 3 stars. Bottom line, if I knew she wrote another like thisI'd buy it.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Chicago homicide detectives Raven Mackenzie and Tony Rodriguez investigate the brutal murder of Dunhill Corporation security agent Mickey Blair near downtown¿s St. Sebastian¿s Chapel. The firm¿s chief Fiona Dunhill demands the cops work with the head of security, Christian Delacorte, if they want her cooperation. Having no choice although far from pleased with taking on a civilian ¿rookie¿ the detectives acquiesce, but Delacorte objects also though he too ultimately agrees. --- She does not trust him since there is a link between a message left at the murder scene and the slaughter of his family two decades ago while he thinks cops are failures after watching them bungle the investigation into his family¿s murders. When her partner is nearly killed, Raven and Christian think Fiona, who raised him, knows how the modern day homicides link to his past, but she is not telling even as a killer plans for NO ONE LEFT TO TELL. --- This second No One Left To tale is a superb Chicago mean streets investigative thriller with a solid supporting romantic subplot. Filled with twists from the grave as much as from the chapel, the story line is fast-paced as secrets surface. Fans who appreciate a dark crime thriller starring a likable couple falling in love while on the case will appreciate Jordan Dane¿s entertaining walk on the side of Chicago Ferris Bueller avoided. --- Harriet Klausner
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Read intesity by dean koontz if u like suspense
dHuff More than 1 year ago
This book is simply great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an easy quick read. I have never read any books by Jordan Dane this was an in between book. Bupt I must say I was happy with the read. The story was great. I am an avid reader love to read I go know where without my Nook so Jordan will be in my library of books to read. I am going to start know one heard her scream. Thanks Jordan.
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ATatAT More than 1 year ago
Need to find more mysteries by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Took a chance with this author and it was a good read!!
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The suspense kept me going, the length of the book was perfect, and with a little bit of romance, always a great combination. I would definitely recommend this!
bjBM More than 1 year ago
loved the book. There was a story to tell and it was told well. love Jordan Dane.
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A new author for me and I am addicted! Excellent mystery - give it a look.
shortladyPK More than 1 year ago
this book is one of three of jordan danes books that i read. i like the story line and the suspense.
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pawngal More than 1 year ago
Good author, would like to read more by same