The desire for revenge can never be sated . . .
When her beloved high school teacher appears on her doorstep, Deputy Chief Jess Harris is flooded with fond memories-until the woman says she's about to be charged with murder. Called to the scene of the crime, Jess learns the victim of the bizarre and brutal slaying was a member of Birmingham's famed "Five."
Twelve years ago, the Five were rich, popular high school seniors who threw one wild last party. Two social outcasts were invited to play in the "loser games." The next morning, one player killed himself. Now Jess fears that an invitation to an upcoming class reunion may have forced the Five to play a new deadly game. As Jess fights to keep her former teacher from suspicion-and her relationship with Chief Dan Burnett separate from her work life-she knows she is caught in a vicious cycle of vengeance. And the killer is far from finished . . .
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The Faces of Evil Series: Book 5
By Debra Webb
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9911 Conroy Road, Monday, August 9, 10:45 p.m.
The room went as black as a tomb.
"Oh, shoot." Jess Harris heaved a beleaguered sigh. She tossed the now-useless hair dryer onto the bed. This was the second night in a row the power had gone out on her. "One of the perks of living in a historic—aka old—home," she muttered.
Reaching into the darkness to prevent any collisions, she shuffled across the room. She hadn't been here a week, and small as the place was she still didn't know it by heart. In her defense she was hardly ever home. A cop's life was rarely calm or routine.
Where the hell had she left that flashlight her landlord had given her? By the kitchen sink? On the table? Wait ... she squinted, trying her best to see as her eyes focused in the darkness. Maybe she'd stuck it out of the way on top of the fridge. One of these days she had to get organized.
Deciding the vintage appliance was the most likely place, she felt her way there and ran her hand as far back and over the top as she could reach. A smile of triumph slid across her lips as her fingers closed around the plastic flashlight.
She nudged the switch with her thumb and a beam of light cut through the blackness. Some of the tension bunching her shoulders ebbed. "Hallelujah."
At this hour, chances were Mr. Louis, her landlord, was in bed. It wasn't as if she really needed the lights back on since she'd planned to hit the sack as soon as her hair was dry. Jess ran a hand through the still-damp ringlets. But, she did have food in the fridge that needed to be kept cold. Besides, this was the second time that breaker had gotten thrown by her hair dryer. According to Mr. Louis, that wasn't supposed to happen. He'd promised to call an electrician today. She'd gotten home late, so there'd been no opportunity to ask him if the problem was fixed.
"Obviously not," she muttered as she tapped her thigh with the flashlight, sending its beam back and forth over the wood floor. "Well, hell." No use standing around here putting off the inevitable.
There was just no way around it. She'd have to go down to the garage and take care of the breaker herself. Resetting the damned thing wasn't a big deal. Not really. After getting Dan out the door last night, she'd hurried through a shower and switched on her hair dryer and poof the lights had gone out—just like tonight. Thankfully her landlord had still been puttering around in his kitchen then, so she'd knocked on his door.
He'd explained that her apartment and the garage were on a subpanel, which also clarified why there was no service disruption in the main house when her lights went out. Inside the garage last night, she'd carefully watched him reset the breaker and even remembered which one it was. Fourth from the top.
"Easy as pie." Jess shoved her cell phone into the pocket of her worn- comfortable robe and strode to the door. She could do this without bothering her elderly landlord.
On the deck outside her door, she verified that Mr. Louis's house was indeed dark before descending the stairs. She hoped the garage side door wasn't locked. That could be a problem. Dammit. She hadn't thought that far ahead. People generally locked all doors at night. Then she'd have no choice but to pester her landlord.
"Don't borrow trouble, Jess."
At the side door, the knob turned without resistance and she was in. Thank the Lord. She roved the flashlight's beam over the cavernous space to get her bearings. Smelled like wood shavings and vaguely of oil. Last night she hadn't really noticed. She'd been too focused on how to get the power back on in her place. This go-round, her curiosity got the better of her.
There was just one vehicle in the garage, a classic black Cadillac Eldorado. That she had spotted last night. The car fit the man, she decided. The thought of Mr. Louis and his horn-rimmed glasses behind the wheel of that big, formidable-looking automobile reminded her of a character straight out of The Sopranos. Like the moneyman or the bookie.
Along the back wall, a workbench and stack of wood in varying sizes awaited the next DIY project. Exposed stone walls were lined with shelves on the other two sides; all were neatly organized with cans of paint and tools. The brush lying across the top of a can of white paint had her remembering and wondering about her landlord's sudden decision to freshen the door to her apartment the other evening. She should ask him about that. Not that it really mattered at this point to the homicide case she had just closed, but he needed to understand that in her line of work sometimes trouble followed her home. And if some jerk decided to leave her a personal message, it was essential that she see it—all of it, no matter how unpleasant—before it was whitewashed.
The sooner she made that point clear to him the better. Maybe tomorrow when she spoke to him about the electrician.
Jess padded across the rough concrete floor and settled the light on the gray metal door of the breaker box. She opened it and sure enough breaker number four from the top had jumped into the off position. "So you don't like my hair dryer. Is that it?" She reached up and snapped the breaker into the on position. She watched for a moment to ensure it wasn't going to repeat its unruly behavior. When the breaker remained in the proper position, she closed the door to the box and turned to go. She stubbed her toes and cringed.
"Damn, damn, damn!" She hopped on one foot while she stretched the injured toes. Aiming her flashlight at the offending object, she glared at the large wooden box. Looked like a homemade toolbox or storage container. Another of her landlord's little projects. The man appeared to be building, patching, or painting something every waking hour. If she was that bored when she got old, she hoped someone took pity and gave her cold case files to analyze—anything to keep her away from power tools and paintbrushes.
Something on the floor just to the left of the annoying box prompted a second look. The floor was uneven, not smooth at all. Looked as if it had been poured in sections in different decades. But the small round object that snagged her attention glittered in the light ... silver. Jess leaned down and picked it up. A ring. Not just a ring ... a wedding band.
She couldn't read the inscription since her glasses were upstairs. The ring made her think of the one she had stopped wearing recently, only this one was larger, a man's maybe, and hers had been gold—
The garage filled with flickering lights.
Her breath stalled somewhere in the vicinity of her throat and she squinted at the flood of harsh fluorescent glare.
"Is there a problem, Chief Harris?"
Mr. Louis, her inordinately patient landlord, waited at the door she'd entered and left standing wide open maybe two minutes ago.
Uh-oh. Busted. So much for not troubling the man. It was a wonder he hadn't barged in toting a twenty-gauge. This was Alabama. Folks took three things very seriously: religion, football, and the right to bear arms. Not necessarily in that order.
Jess shoved her hand, along with the ring, into her robe pocket. "Just that breaker again." She smiled, knowing damned well she must look as guilty as sin. "I should've known better than to use my hair dryer until I checked with you. I hope I didn't disturb you." She gestured to the breaker box. "I thought I'd try to take care of it myself this time. It's so late and all." She clicked off the flashlight and waited for a reaction. He didn't exactly look angry. Maybe frustrated or unsettled.
"The electrician will be here in the morning." His lips shifted into a smile, banishing the less pleasant expression he'd been wearing. "I apologize for the inconvenience."
"No trouble." Truth was she felt like a nosy Nellie. This man had kindly offered his garage apartment when she had no other place to go—besides her sister's, and that was just not doable for a whole host of reasons—and here she was treating him as if he were a suspect. Dan's paranoia about her renting from a stranger was evidently rubbing off.
No, that wasn't fair. She couldn't really blame it on Dan. She'd always overanalyzed people and situations. She walked straight up to her landlord and held out the ring. "I found this on the floor."
He accepted the band, turned it over in the light. "Why, thank you. I'd wondered where it had gotten off to."
She wasn't about to ask the questions pinging at her. A certain level of nosiness came naturally after twenty years in the business of criminal investigation, but he might not understand or appreciate that undeniable and sometimes bothersome fact.
Before she could apologize again for the trouble, he said, "You have company."
At this hour? Surely Dan hadn't come back. He'd taken her to dinner earlier this evening and they'd discussed the ongoing investigation into the bomb that had been planted in the BPD vehicle she'd used last week. They'd gone over the business about Captain Ted Allen. The head of BPD's gang task force had been missing for going on seventy-two hours now. The close timing of the vehicle tampering and a cop going missing had everyone on edge. Especially since the missing cop had been seen in the vicinity of the vehicle in question before going AWOL. She booted the idea that a fellow cop could have wanted to get even with her that badly. The fact that she'd had a rather tense conversation with Allen the last time she saw him was amping up her guilt factor. It shouldn't. Dammit! Barging into his investigation into the Lopez family drug business here in Birmingham had been the right thing to do.
Don't think about it, Jess.
"Company?" She started for the door where Louis waited. "Must be police business." It had better be. Knowing Dan, he'd returned with one more reason she should be wearing full body armor at all times or hiding behind him.
The man took overprotective to a whole new level, particularly with the bomb scare and Allen's abrupt disappearance.
He really had to get past this obsessive need to see after her every minute. Soon! If he was at her door again, she was going to give him what-for. For heaven's sake it was Monday and they were having enough difficulty already leaving their personal relationship with the weekend. That was the deal they made when she accepted this position. During the workweek, he was the chief of police and she was one of his deputies. No exceptions.
She'd been back a month and that rule had gotten broken with tonight's dinner and dessert that segued into getting naked afterward.
God, she had to get this mess that was her personal life in some sort of order.
Starting right now, she promised herself silently.
"Sorry again," she said to Louis. "I'm sure you weren't expecting all this middle-of-the-night activity when you offered to rent the apartment to me."
"Your presence keeps life interesting, Chief Harris." With that he stepped aside for her to exit the garage.
"You should call me Jess," she suggested. It was silly for them to be so formal, considering she was living on his property.
He ducked his head in one of those shy nods she'd come to associate with the older gentleman. "Of course, and you should call me George."
"Well, George, thank you and good night." Jess gave him a nod as she walked past him.
"Good night, Jess," he called after her.
She almost paused and turned around at the way he said her name. Familiar almost, like they'd known each other for a long time. Instead she kept going, slowing only to check the driveway. He was right about her having company but thank God it wasn't Dan.
A white sedan she didn't recognize sat in the drive behind her Audi. The slightest inkling of trepidation trickled through her veins as she rounded the rear corner of the garage and peered up at the top of the stairs leading to her apartment. The light outside her door illuminated a woman who knocked firmly, most likely not for the first time. She wore khaki slacks and a matching blouse. Her gray hair was tucked into a neat bun. Her bearing looked vaguely familiar. As Jess watched, the woman reached up and knocked again.
"Hello," Jess called as she started up the stairs.
Her visitor turned toward the sound of Jess's voice and recognition jarred her.
"Ms. Frances?" Of all the people ... "Is that really you?"
Frances Wallace had been Jess's ninth-grade English teacher. She was unquestionably the only reason Jess didn't quit school the day she turned sixteen. In truth the woman had been the closest thing to a mother in Jess's life since she was ten. What in the world was she doing here? Jess hadn't seen her in ages. She hated to admit it but she hadn't even been sure the woman was still alive.
Yet here she was.
"The one and only," Frances confessed. "I've been following the news about you since you returned to Birmingham," she announced as Jess climbed the final step. "You always did do things with panache, young lady."
It had also been ages since anyone had called Jess a young lady. She liked the sound of it. "I had an excellent teacher."
Frances Wallace was a genuine character. No one got anything over on her and she did everything—including her teaching—exactly the way she wanted, the rules be damned.
For one long moment Jess got so caught up in the memories she lost all sense of decorum. "Come in, Ms. Frances. Please."
She opened the door and ushered her former teacher inside. "Have a seat." She gestured to the new-old sofa she'd discovered at a thrift store on Saturday. "Would you like coffee?" She should have had wine to offer but she and Dan had finished it off before getting naked. A flush of embarrassment went through her at the idea of even thinking about sex in front of Ms. Frances.
Her former teacher took a moment to survey the apartment. Jess felt that same heat rise in her cheeks as her gaze lit on the tousled sheets of the bed.
"I'm still getting organized—"
Frances turned to Jess then, and the unabashed fear on her face stole the rest of what Jess was about to say.
Without a word of explanation, Frances drew her into a fierce hug. "I need your help, Jess," she whispered with the same ferocity as her embrace. "I think I'm about to be charged with murder."CHAPTER 2
Vestavia Village, Tuesday, August 10, 2:01 a.m.
Despite the lack of lights and sirens, within half an hour of the police's arrival, the residents of Vestavia Village were gathering in the food court for complimentary coffee and the promise of a briefing. Excited chatter and curious stares accompanied their meandering path through the solarium that served as a lobby. Not a single member of the geriatric crowd paid the slightest bit of attention to Jess and her team. They were far too busy attempting to get a glimpse of the body.
Word had already spread that someone was dead.
Jess couldn't exactly fault their curiosity. These folks had lots of time on their hands, and the fact was no one was more curious about the dead than her. Maybe because her parents died when she was so young. Jess didn't really remember when her interest was stirred but that morbid curiosity made her very good at her job. She turned back to resume her survey of the crime scene. They'd cordoned off an area that extended along the corridor leading from the solarium to the offices of the administrator and his staff up to and including the main entrance of the facility. With two ways to reach the administrator's office—via the main entrance and the solarium lobby—it was necessary to protect both until any evidence was recovered.
The timing of the call from dispatch, not fifteen minutes after Frances whispered her stunning announcement in Jess's ear, would have been freaky bizarre except that impeccable timing had always been another of her favorite teacher's notable attributes. The man Frances suspected she would be accused of murdering was indeed dead. Which was no coincidence since Frances had found him that way before rushing across town to pay Jess an impromptu visit.
Further proof that Jess drew killers like bees to honey, except Frances Wallace was no killer. Her explanation of tonight's events was a little scattered and a lot thin but Jess had gotten the gist of things. Even at seventy-five, the woman wasn't going to be hoodwinked by some whippersnapper—said whippersnapper was, unfortunately, the murder victim.
Since her options were limited, Jess had brought Frances to the crime scene with her. She was ensconced in the library in the company of one of Birmingham PD's finest. Not that she was going anywhere, but Jess had no intention of letting her talk to anyone else until she got to the bottom of exactly what had transpired.
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I love this series. It is fast paced and intense. The characters are so believable. I can not wait until the next book is released!
Jess Harris is a Deputy Chief fighting off a stalking serial killer, attempting to get her new team on the same page, establish the whereabouts of a fellow office that tried to kill her, and figure out why her hair dryer keeps blowing a fuse. The additional complication is the rekindled romance that she is having with her boss Chief Dan Burnett, a man that can stop the rhythm of her heart just by hearing his voice. Trying to maintain rules and regulations when the heat is this strong is very difficult even for a kick butt woman who has convinced herself she does not need anyone taking care of her. This day finds Jess helping her former teacher not be convicted of murdering the man who ran her retirement home. Being a good businessman meant stepping on many toes but it should not mean getting your head bashed in, or so one would think. When a second victim is discovered and the pattern is repeated Jess knows something wicked is going on and believes the chain of effects happening now was created years ago by a group of teenagers with more money than good sense. When you are young and invincible you never think the terror you inflict on another would become your destiny. As the days move on, the violence increases, and more clues reveal themselves a deeper web of confusion round who really is the killer. Was this one of the supposed all together to the bitter end friends or a ghost from the past? The question becomes why now after all these years would the tables turn and the tormentor become the victim. If Jess can figure all this out and try just once to follow a direct order from her boss and lover it might just be a good day. This book is so mesmerizing that you will not let your put it down until it is completely finished and then wait anxiously for the next one in the series
This is the fifth book of her series the Faces of Evil-Revenge. Here is some fact about the main characters that you need to get to know. Dan Burnett is Chief of the Birmingham Police Department, and Jess Harris, the Department's Deputy Chief of the Special Problems Unit. Dan and Jess were lovers twenty years ago. Jess, is a former FBI profiler, who has returned home to Birmingham following a botched case involving serial killer. Fast forward Dan is now Jess boss, and they have rekindled their love for each other. Let me say there a sufficient amount of deceit and, betrayal, and unknown killers, with a lot twist and turns so that you can’t put this book down to the very end. Debra writes books that will keep you sitting on the edge of your seat until the very end. One more thing I will have to say is that you need to start from book one of this series so that you will be in the know of what is going on. Because let me tell you something the next book in this series will be out on August 27, and it is call Ruthless. Yes, I am recommend this series, because you will not be able to put it down, and let me tell you I can’t wait until the next book to comes out.
REVENGE - A masterful continuation of the Faces of Evil. Debra Webb is at it again. She continues to keep us on the edge of our seats and begging for more. Jess is wondering why in the world the head of the Gang Task force Captain Ted Allen may have been trying to kill her. Now he has disappeared. The newest murder for Jess's team has the first suspect being Jess's 75 year old teacher. Jess is determined to prove she is innocent even though she was overheard threatening him. As if that isn't enough Jess suspects that serial killer The Player Eric Spears is back and at the very least has someone watching her. This is a must read, but make sure you read books one through four first so you are ready for the twists and turns of book five. You won't want to miss this. .
This is one of the best in the series. Can't wait for next one.
Sweet Revenge Riveting Romantic Suspense is synonymous with Debra Webb's Faces of Evil series. Revenge is no exception. The series succeeds, and only gets better, because Ms. Webb deftly integrates action-packed plots with character-driven plots. Equally important, Ms. Webb's recurring characters are well-developed, likeable, and genuine, compelling the reader to care about them. The main characters are Dan Burnett, Chief of the Birmingham Police Department, and Jess Harris, the Department's Deputy Chief of the Special Problems Unit. Dan and Jess were lovers twenty years ago. Jess, a former FBI profiler, returned home to Birmingham following a botched case involving serial killer, Eric Spears, who still is obsessed with her. Dan now is her boss and her lover. Jess is an acutely intelligent, independent, and driven heroine whose continual determination to do things her own way, even if they are outside of police protocol, drives Dan crazy. Dan always has her back which is not always easy since he is her boss. Dan also is very protective of Jess much to her annoyance. Since her return to Birmingham about one month ago, Jess has dealt with murderers, a serial killer, drug lords, and threats to her life. Nothing, however, prepares Jess for the revelation by Frances Wallace, her favorite high school teacher, now 75, that she may be charged with the murder of Scott Baker. While Ms. Frances and the other “widows” at Vestavia Village may have had motive since Mr. Baker planned to build a complex that would block the views from their condos, Mr. Baker's past leads Jess's team's investigation in a different direction. Twelve years ago, Scott Baker was one of the Five, offspring of Birmingham's wealthiest and most influential families. The Five ruled high school through cruelty and bullying. Matters became totally out of control when one of the school “geeks,” Lenny Porter, committed suicide at a pre-graduation party. The Five agreed to keep secret the occurrences of that night. The remaining members of the Five are convinced that an old classmate, Todd Penney, is seeking revenge for the death of his friend Lenny. Jess is not convinced that the killer is Penney. But, as members of the Five are murdered one by one, Jess and her team are intent on solving the case before the next murder. Amidst the frantic investigation, Jess also must cope with the taunting texts and gifts from Spears. Known as “The Player” to the FBI, Spears makes it clear that he is ready to play the game with Jess. There is sufficient deceit, betrayal, unknown killers, and twists to keep the reader captivated. Ms. Webb effortlessly interweaves the personal and professional lives of the characters. As in each prior book, the characters continue to cope with their flaws, personal growth issues, and intimate relationships at the same time that they are dealing with murder and mayhem. In Revenge, Jess's character evolves more than in any other book. She finally begins to face the demons that have haunted her since childhood. She recognizes that she fears letting people get close to her because there is a risk that she may lose them. Jess questions her personal decisions, embraces the idea of having friends and, most importantly, admits her feelings for Dan. Jess and Dan continue to progress cautiously in their relationship. Revenge is the fifth book in this series. While it is a stand-alone read, the reader may prefer reading the predecessors, Obsession, Impulse, Power, and Rage. I guarantee that if you read Revenge first, you will go back and read the earlier books. There is a reason Revenge received 4 ½ stars from RT Magazine. It is that good. I highly recommend Revenge, and the other books in the Faces of Evil series, to any reader who genuinely enjoys Romantic Suspense, that is, a balance between the two genres.
One evening I picked up my wife’s book, “Revenge,” book five (5) of the Faces of Evil series by Debra Webb. I was immediately drawn into the world of Jess Harris, Deputy Chief of the Special Problems Unit of the Birmingham Police Department. A former FBI Special Agent, she left the Bureau and came home after her mistakes let a serial killer go free. She has renewed an old love affair with her boss, Chief of Police Dan Burnette. An accusatory coworker has disappeared throwing suspicion on her, a recent murder hails back to a questionable suicide back in her high school years, and the serial killer from her FBI days escalates from taunting her by text message to full blown stalking. I couldn’t put it down, and read it cover to cover. This book is a great read!
Debra Webb has done it again in “Revenge,” book five (5) of the Faces of Evil series Jess Harris is Deputy Chief of the Special Problems Unit of her hometown Police Department. She is a former FBI Special Agent who has returned home after a failed investigation allowed a serial killer to go free. To make matters worse, she and her boss, Chief of Police Dan Burnette, were lovers many years ago. The serial killer hasn’t just gone away, but instead has been taunting her – now escalating from text messages to leaving items in her apartment. Throw in the suspicious disappearance of a coworker who criticized her handling of a recent case and a mystery centering around a questionable suicide from her high school years and you have quite a thrilling yarn. One comment about Debra’s work – she starts the new story for the new book right where she left off with the old one in the last book. While it is understood that any book in a series must reveal enough of the back story for the reader to be fully informed, many authors take a chapter or more to bring a new reader “up to speed.” This is quite clumsy and tedious. Somehow Debra deftly weaves the back story into any new book, informing the new reader so smoothly that it almost goes unnoticed by one who has kept up with the series. I truly appreciate this quality of her writing along with her masterful storytelling.
This is the 5th book in the Faces of Evil series. Ms. Webb doesn't disappoint! This book finds Jess Harris looking for someone killing "The Five". Five former high school students with a secret to hide. Also, things are starting to heat up with the Player. Can't wait to start #6! Highly recommend this series!
This was a great book. I love all of the "Faces of Evil" books and I can't wait for the next one.
Debra Webb is phenomenal!!! Revenge is my fave of the Faces of Evil Series! Already per-ordered #6!! This has to be my favorite series ever!!
OMG... what another great read from Debra Webb! I have loved this series from the beginning and I think it just keeps getting better and better! You never know what's next for Jess and so many twist you think you have it and then gosh darn it.. the twist takes you to a whole new level.! I don't give spoilers.... so this is definitely a must read!
4 STARS Revenge is the emotion of this book, This tittle fits the story. Revenge is the 5th book of this series. I am reading them back to back and have picked up little things from the books that I would have forgotten or did forget when I read the first few books apart years ago. Now I have questions and can't wait to see if my guesses are right. Would recommend reading these in order. The books are back to back in the timeline. Jess Harris is the main character in this series. She was a FBI Agent but came back home to help solve a series of abductions because her ex-fiance Police Chief Dan Burnett. asked her for help. Now he gave her the job of Deputy Chief of Special Unit. Some people are questioning that decision. They are watching them. Jess and Dan broke up twenty years ago but are still drawn to each other. They both are divorced and single now. Jess has a serial killer who is called the Player texting her and is over theme continuing in the series so far. Someone is killing a group of five old high school friends because of something they might have done 12 years ago. They are from rich powerful families. Jess's old teacher comes to her because she is afraid that she will be arrested for the murder anytime. I do not want to put these books down. Soon as I finish one and write the review I start the next one. Years ago I had received a ARC but did not read in time so I bought the ebook on Amazon. There is some swearing and a few love scenes. There are crime scenes. It kept me guessing who the killer was till the reveal. Now I am going to start the next book of Debra Webb's Faces of Evil.
No, you're not. Darkfern ripped your throat out, aaaand you died.
((Hi "darkfern"!!! Even though I HATE Warriors I still like RPing. So anyway.)) The medicine cat trails after Darkfern...ROFL ROFL sorry can't stop...hehe...never mind...he...LOL LOL XD ROFL so sorry to all of you people serious about this. Just...oh god just don't mind me...he...bye...
A black she cat pad in her bpaws fadded gray as is the tip of her ears and tip of her tail" may i join" she said flatly
She steps from the shadows. "Your leader is dead. Now what are you going to do..?" She hisses to all the Revengeclan cats.
"May i join?"
I am alive arnt I
Love it gope you add me
Luv it!cept i dont have a southern accent
I love this series. This book begins right on the heels of book 4. We find Jess dealing with Eric Spears, the disappearance of another cop, and her relationship with Dan. In this book Jess's former teacher shows up at her door with a plea for help. She believes she's about to be charged with murder. As Jess begins to investigate a death at a local retirement community, she's drawn into the uglier side of Birmingham's elite. We also get to meet a new character in this book, Corlew. He, Jess, and Dan have a past together. He's an interesting character, you're always left wondering what his true motives really are. Also in this book, we get to see the relationship between Jess and Dan progress a little more. They finally break down some of the walls surrounding themselves and admit how they feel about each other. These books are fast paced, I usually read them in a day because I just can't put them down. You truly get involved with these characters. You want everything to work out for them and you really feel for them when they're at their lows. I highly recommend this book for anyone looking for a great suspense!
Another great addition to a suspenseful series!!! Looking forward to book #6 and many more in this series!!!