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Silencing Eve (Eve Duncan Series #18)

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by Iris Johansen
 

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen is back with the shocking conclusion to the latest Eve Duncan trilogy.
This is the finale that fans have been waiting for. In Taking Even, the game began. In Hunting Eve, the chase was on. Now, in Silencing Eve, the prey is cornered. Will Eve Duncan survive? Will those she loves take

Overview

#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen is back with the shocking conclusion to the latest Eve Duncan trilogy.
This is the finale that fans have been waiting for. In Taking Even, the game began. In Hunting Eve, the chase was on. Now, in Silencing Eve, the prey is cornered. Will Eve Duncan survive? Will those she loves take the fall with her? And will the secrets of Eve's past ultimately become her undoing? In Silencing Eve, all the questions will be answered in a shocking, you never saw it coming conclusion.

Iris Johansen's 2012 trilogy, Eve, Quinn, Bonnie was a phenomenal success, reaching number one on bestseller lists nationwide. Now, with this newest trilogy, the stakes are even higher because it's a question of capture and escape, hunter and prey, life and death.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
12/09/2013
Bestseller Johansen completes her Eve Duncan trilogy that began with Taking Eve and Hunting Eve with this slam-bang paranormal thriller. The three novels, numbers 15 through 17 in the larger series, follow forensic sculptor Eve's kidnapping by James Doane; Doane's attempts to force her to reconstruct the head of his murdered son, Kevin Relling; and Doane's efforts to use her as bait to lure assassin Lee Zander, Eve's putative father and the man who killed Kevin, to his death. Eve's many friends mobilize their various psychic skills (e.g., Margaret Douglas has the ability to sense animal thoughts) and put aside their animosities in a strenuous effort to save her. Add husband Joe Quinn, adopted daughter Jane MacGuire, and Jane's suitors, Seth Caleb and Mark Trevor, and the crew is almost complete. Johansen milks her characters for romance, drama, suspense, conflict, and even the ultimate sacrifice as the contest is waged on both human and spiritual planes in this cataclysmic conclusion. Agent: Andrea Cirillo, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Oct.)
From the Publisher

“Gripping . . . Johansen deftly baits the hook for the next volume.” —Publishers Weekly (starred) on Eve

“The suspense and action will entertain all, even those new to the series.” —Library Journal (starred) on Eve

“Will leave readers breathlessly anticipating the final installment.” —Publishers Weekly (starred) on Quinn

“Johansen's intense storytelling style drags readers into a whirlpool of danger and treachery that can have horrifying results. It's awesome!” —RT Book Reviews on Quinn

“A stunning finale.” —Publishers Weekly (starred) on Bonnie

“A stunning conclusion to a very popular trilogy.” —Booklist on Bonnie

Kirkus Reviews
2013-10-01
After an explosive showdown in Colorado among the CIA, Eve Duncan's loved ones and a furious Jim Doane, Eve is Doane's captive again, but the stakes are higher than anyone imagined, and getting Eve to safety is shadowed by an even deadlier threat. Renowned forensic sculptor Eve is captive again to evil Jim Doane. Doane set up an intricate escape amid a fiery explosion in a Colorado ghost town and is convinced he's fooled everyone into thinking he and Eve are both dead. However, Eve's loved ones--her lover, Joe Quinn, her adopted daughter, Jane, and an assorted group of smart, well-connected allies--have figured out they are alive. They are also suspicious of the CIA, whom Eve works for and yet who seem more concerned with taking Doane out than in rescuing Eve. Gathering clues while keeping under Doane's radar screen, they are confronted with the horrifying reason the CIA--and their contact, Agent Venable--is less concerned with Eve's welfare than they are: Doane's deceased son, Kevin, left two armed nuclear weapons somewhere in the U.S., and the CIA believes Doane will set them off. Doane is out for revenge and has abducted Eve to recreate his son's skull, believing that making that happen will bring Kevin back to life somehow. However, Eve also has a surprising connection to Zander, the man responsible for Kevin's death, and Doane is using her as bait to draw the enigmatic assassin to her rescue. Meanwhile, Jane and her friends realize that Doane isn't actually the person behind the destructive Grand Plan. They must race a ticking time bomb to discover the whereabouts of the detonator and the weapons and keep Eve and two major metropolitan areas safe. The novel offers a multilayered plot with a long cast of characters Johansen fans will recognize from the first two books in the trilogy as well as other series. The continued sexual tension between Jane and her two would-be lovers ratchets up to a surprising conclusion, and the intriguing hints at ghostly help and psychic talent to solve the many mysteries add texture, romance and enigma to a taut, compelling storyline. An arresting conclusion to the Eve Duncan trilogy.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781250020024
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
10/01/2013
Series:
Eve Duncan Series , #18
Pages:
416
Product dimensions:
6.40(w) x 9.40(h) x 1.40(d)

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Silencing Eve


By Iris Johansen

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Johansen Publishing LLLP
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-02002-4


CHAPTER 1

Atlanta Airport


DEAD.

Eve was dead.

The words kept drumming in Catherine Ling's mind as she walked up the gateway to the terminal. No matter how many times she told herself it was true, she still couldn't believe it. Not Eve Duncan. Not her friend, the woman who had helped to save her son.

"Agent Ling?" A sandy-haired young man was running after Catherine as she headed for baggage. "I'm Brad Linden." He showed her his CIA credentials. "Agent Venable sent me to pick you up and take you to the memorial service."

"Then go get your car while I pick up my bag." Catherine Ling didn't stop as she strode ahead of him. "And why the hell didn't Venable come and get me himself? I need to have a few choice words with him."

"He's at the service. It's going on right now. He didn't want to show disrespect. I'm afraid you're a little late."

"Because no one told me that Eve —" She broke off. He was gazing at her warily, and she knew she must be radiating all the ferocity and sadness she was feeling. There was no use ripping at Venable's errand boy because Venable had left her in ignorance of Eve's death or the search when she was kidnapped several days ago. He would only try to make excuses for the inexcusable. Yes, she had been undercover in the jungles of Colombia, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't have somehow extricated herself and come home to help find Eve. Venable should have gotten word to her. No, she'd had to find out in Miami when she'd retrieved her own computer and been hit in the gut with the news story in USA Today. "Just have that car out front and get me to that memorial service ASAP, Linden."

While she was waiting for her bag, she scanned the story in USA Today again. What did she expect to find? She had practically memorized the damn story on the flight from Miami. She supposed that she was trying to find an answer when there was no answer. The actual story of Eve's kidnapping and murder was fairly cut-and-dried. The murderer had obviously been unbalanced and ignited explosives at a ghost town in Colorado, where he had been holding Eve captive. Since the details were sparse, they had concentrated on Eve Duncan herself. Her background, her accomplishments, quotes from famous law-enforcement officials who had used her services. All were very worth reading, Catherine thought bitterly. It wasn't often that the media got a chance to spotlight a genuinely good person. Eve had been an illegitimate child born in the slums who had given birth herself at sixteen to a little girl, Bonnie. The child had changed her life. Eve had finished her education and straightened out her mother, who was on drugs. Then the world had come crashing down when her Bonnie, seven years old, had been kidnapped and killed. Yet Eve hadn't let it destroy her. She had gone back to school and studied forensic sculpting. Since then, she had become perhaps the most skilled forensic sculptor in the world. She had brought closure to thousands of families whose children would never have been identified without her help.

Never let a good deed go unpunished, Catherine thought. That old adage was too true in Eve's case.

And, dammit, she was misting up again. She closed her computer and jammed it in her carry-on bag. She grabbed her phone and tried Joe Quinn again. Voice mail. She'd called him from the Miami Airport as soon as she'd read the story about Eve's memorial service being held today. It had gone to voice mail then, too. She'd left a message, but he hadn't called back. Maybe he didn't want to talk to her, she thought. Why should he? He had loved Eve with every ounce of his being, and he thought Catherine hadn't even cared enough to try to find her when that monster, Doane, had kidnapped her.

I cared, Joe. God, how I care. I would have come.

She wanted to kill Venable.

She might do it if he didn't have an explanation that she could tolerate.

And she wanted to release the tears that she had been forcing back since she'd read that damn news story. Her friend was dead, and, somehow, she felt as if it was her fault, that if she'd known, she might have been able to stop it. Lord, her eyes were stinging.

Not here. Not now.

When she was alone with her thoughts and memories of Eve and had gotten through this memorial service.

Not even a funeral because that crazy bastard had blown them both to bits.

She wished with all her heart that Doane was still alive and here, so that she could personally send him straight to hell.

But Venable had cheated her out of that pleasure, too, by not bringing her into the picture when Eve needed her most.

Damn him.

She grabbed her bag as it went around the carousel and headed for the door.


* * *

GOD, LING WAS GORGEOUS, Bradford thought as he pulled his car close to the curb where Catherine Ling was waiting impatiently. She was sleek and sexy, with shoulder-length dark hair and eyes tilted slightly, increasing the exotic magnetism she radiated. He knew she was the illegitimate daughter of an American soldier and a Korean whore who was half-Russian. She'd been born in Saigon but had grown up on the streets of Hong Kong. He'd heard stories about her from other agents, but he'd never met her. The stories had been interesting but very, very lethal. She was sharp and independent and likely to run her own show when she was on a mission. Something Venable definitely didn't like but evidently tolerated because she got the job done. She'd been CIA since Venable had picked her up in Hong Kong when she was only fourteen. What was she now? Late twenties?

"Got everything?" He leaned over and opened the passenger door for her. "I'll have you at Quinn's lake cottage in thirty minutes. I just called Venable, and he said the service had just ended."

"Dammit, I missed it? I'm surprised you got through to him," she said sarcastically. "How nice. He's not been answering my calls."

Oops. "I'm sure that's just a technical error. He was very concerned about you." He hurriedly handed her his computer. "I've pulled up the files on Doane and the catastrophe at the ghost town. Venable was sure you'd want to look them over."

"I would have liked to look them over before the son of a bitch blew her up." She gazed blindly down at the computer. "You've read it. Fill me in."

"Eve Duncan was kidnapped from her lake cottage home in north Atlanta several days ago. Because she's one of the foremost forensic sculptors in the world, it was assumed at the time that the kidnapper might be one of the nuts or serial killers she'd targeted by her work."

"But if Venable is involved, then that's not why she was killed," Catherine said grimly. "I'm surprised Eve let him pull her into a CIA mission."

"She didn't. James Doane had been in a safe house in Goldfork, Colorado, and slipped away from the agent guarding him. When Venable realized he was gone, he thought there might be a possibility of his heading toward Eve Duncan, but he couldn't be sure that —"

"Why? Why would he go after Eve?"

"That's not in the report. You'll have to ask Venable."

"You can bet I will. Venable fouled up and didn't protect Eve. Is that the truth?"

"I'm sure there is an explanation. As I said, he wasn't sure Eve Duncan would be a target."

She drew a deep breath. "Let's go down another path. Why was Jim Doane in that safe house? Was he a foreign agent? A witness?"

He shook his head. "He was the father of Kevin Relling, who was assassinated five years ago. His son was in Special Forces in the Army and turned very dirty. He was working with al-Qaeda in Pakistan and blocking the hunt for Bin Laden. He also indulged his penchant for raping and killing little girls in whatever city he found himself. He killed the five-year-old daughter of General Tarther in Marseilles because the general was trying to zero in on the al-Qaeda group."

"Very dirty. Scum."

"The general went crazy and eventually hired a hit man, Lee Zander, to find and go after Doane's son. Zander killed him and hired a funeral director to cremate the remains. Doane arrived too late to grab anything but his son's skull from the furnace."

"Okay, then that would be a reason for his kidnapping Eve. Doane wanted Eve to do a reconstruction on the son's skull. Right?"

"I understand that she was doing just that while she was his captive."

"Then why would the crazy bastard kill her? She was smart. If that job was the ransom he wanted, she wouldn't risk her life by refusing to do a reconstruction."

"You'll have to ask Venable," he said again. "All I know is that Doane took her to a ghost town in the Rio Grande Forest in Colorado. We traced him to an abandoned saloon there. When our units, Quinn, and Jane MacGuire were closing in on him, he set off a charge that blew up the saloon and half the town." He glanced at her. "You look — Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay. It shouldn't have happened. Someone should have stopped it. Venable should have stopped it." Her voice fell to a whisper. "I should have stopped it."

"Venable said that you were on a very important mission and that you —"

"Screw Venable." Her gaze shifted to the passing scene out the window. "Anything else? Are they sure she was in that damn saloon?"

"Yes. Everyone saw Doane take her into the place, and, a few minutes later, our infrared scopes confirmed two people inside. They were still on the scopes when the place blew."

"DNA?"

"We're working on it, but it may take a long while. There wasn't much left. As I said, the blast practically leveled the town. She was in —"

"I don't want the details. Not now."

It appeared that Ling was not as tough as he had heard, Bradford thought. Or maybe she's just human, like the rest of us. "I hear Eve Duncan was quite a woman. It's a great loss. Everyone from senators to a dozen police chiefs are at that memorial service."

"They don't know how great a loss," Catherine said. "They know the work, not the woman, not the friend." She was silent for a while, forcing herself to read the file. Then she looked up, and asked, "How close are we?"

"Five minutes. The service was held outside by the lake at the cottage where she lived with Joe Quinn. He thought she'd like it to be at her home. Pretty place."

She didn't speak for a moment. "I know. That's where I first met Eve. I stayed with her while she worked on a computer age progression on photos of my son."

That was one of the stories about Ling, too. Her son had been held prisoner by a Russian criminal for nine years, and she had never ceased trying to find him. It was only after Eve Duncan had helped her that she had been able to locate him. "I'm sure you were very grateful."

"Are you?" She looked at him. "You have no idea."

He pulled his gaze away with some difficulty. Catherine Ling might be as lethal as a striking panther, but he was suddenly finding himself having visions of ladies in distress and knights in shining armor and himself somewhere in the mix. Crazy. It just went to show how right the stories were about the fascination she effortlessly exerted. "I know you're upset. If I can help, just call me." He almost bit his tongue. Venable would not like the idea of his moving into Ling's camp when she was definitely at odds with him. "Though I'm sure Venable will straighten everything out."

He swung into the grove that Quinn had designated as a parking area. "Here we are. I'd drive you closer, but there are people milling all over the place." He quickly got out, ran around, and opened the door for her. "Everyone is around the cottage down toward the lake. Would you like me to go with you?"

"No." She strode toward the cottage. "I'd advise you to stay clear. You wouldn't like dodging the flak."

He watched her disappear from view, then reluctantly turned away. Catherine Ling might be wrong. He found himself experiencing a strange blankness as if he'd been witnessing a fireworks display, and now there was only dark sky.

It might be worth dodging a little flak to see her in action.


* * *

CATHERINE SPOTTED VENABLE in the crowd two minutes after she turned the corner of the cottage.

He was wearing a dark suit and looked surprisingly formal. He was talking to a man in an NYPD uniform. Then he lifted his gaze and saw her at the edge of the crowd.

Wariness.

Then he lifted the wineglass in his hand and nodded.

Catherine drew a deep breath and tried to smother the anger. If she confronted Venable now, she would make a scene, and that was the last thing she wanted to do at this service honoring Eve. She'd deal with him later. She nodded curtly and turned to look for Joe Quinn.

He was standing talking to a tall, white-haired man she vaguely recognized as a congressman. Joe looked pale and unsmiling, but he could obviously still function. She started to make her way toward him.

He looked up and saw her. Then, with a word to the congressman, he left him and was walking quickly toward her. "Catherine."

"Joe, I tried to call you." She took a step closer. "I didn't know. Believe me, I didn't know anything, or I would have come to —"

"I saw that you'd called, but I couldn't talk." He took her elbow and was propelling her toward the corner of the house. "I've been surrounded all day." He stopped as he reached an unoccupied stretch of lawn on the side of the cottage. He took a minute to look around and make sure there was no one near. "I can't really talk now either, but you have to know, dammit."

"What are you talking about? I do know. I just found out today in Miami. I can't tell you how —"

"Listen." His hands grasped her shoulders. "It's not what you think." His voice lowered. "Go into the cottage and talk to Kendra Michaels. I told her earlier that you were coming. I knew I couldn't get away from this hullabaloo."

"Joe, what the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying that though you look terrific in black, you shouldn't go into mourning." He turned away. "I'll see you later. Go talk to Kendra."

She stared in shock as he walked away. For a moment, she couldn't get her breath. He couldn't mean what she thought he meant.

She closed her eyes. Oh, God. Let it be true. Let it all be a nightmarish mistake.

Let Eve still be alive.


* * *

CATHERINE ENTERED THE cottage and slammed the door behind her. "Kendra Michaels?"

"Yes." Kendra was standing at the window, staring down at the mourners moving from group to group on the lawn bordering the lake. "That's me. And you are?"

"Catherine Ling." She crossed the room and showed her ID. "Joe told me to come to see you. Apparently it's your job to tell me what the hell is going on here."

Kendra nodded. "Joe called me and told me you were coming up to ask questions. I just had to verify your ID. There are too many reporters drifting around here at the memorial service. Eve was very well-known." She smiled faintly. "Very private, but everyone knew she was phenomenal."

"You're damn right she was." Her lips tightened. "We're both talking past tense. Yet from what Joe said, I'm guessing she's probably very much alive." Her voice was uneven. "Don't tell me that he's wrong. I won't have it."

"Sorry. Joe didn't steer you wrong. I've just gotten used to playing the sorrowful, regretful friend in the last week," Kendra said. "I believe the chances are excellent that Eve is alive."

Catherine felt a wave of relief surge through her. "Thank God."

"I can't be absolutely sure, but I'd bet every particle of my experience and judgment that she lived through the explosion at that ghost town in Colorado."

"And why should I trust your judgment?"

"Maybe you shouldn't." Kendra tilted her head. "I don't believe you have much to do with trust."

Catherine's eyes narrowed on her face. "Why? Did Eve or Joe tell you about me?"

"No. Just an observation. Did Eve mention me?"

"Yes, Eve told me about you a few months ago. You were born blind, but a surgical procedure gave you your sight just a few years ago, is that right?"

Kendra nodded.

"But while you were blind, you developed your other senses to such a degree that you've become quite the detective."

Kendra shrugged. "Make that a reluctant detective. My profession is music therapy. I've helped out on a few cases."

"You weren't reluctant as far as Eve was concerned."

"No, we became friends. You help your friends. Then, when I heard she was abducted, I dropped everything and came right down." Kendra studied her. "Joe said you were close to Eve, but she never mentioned you to me."

"Why should she? Our relationship was ... confidential."

"Confidential? That's an interesting designation for a close —" Kendra stopped. "Oh, you're CIA, aren't you?"

Catherine's eyes widened. "Where did that come from?"

"I don't expect you to confirm it. I was watching out the window, and I saw you and that CIA guy, Venable, exchange a look when you arrived. He was tense, you were angry. Oh, yes, you know each other. Do you work for him?"


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Close Your Eyes, Sleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder (with Roy Johansen), Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora's Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On The Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One To Trust and more.

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Silencing Eve 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 102 reviews.
-Georgia More than 1 year ago
I bought all three of this series, so out of stubbornness, I kept reading.  These three books together would have made one really good book.  As it is, I have never seen so much boring, irrelevant, monotonous dialog in my whole life.  What on earth was she thinking?  It's really too bad she so totally destroyed a decent story. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it!!!!! I LOVE THIS SERIES!!! I hope Ms. Johansen will always write on these characters. I loved seeing all of Eve's friends and loved ones in this trilogy. I thought it was exciting and all that a good Eve Duncan story should be. I don't think I will ever tire of her, or the spin-offs of this series. Thanx for another sleepness night Ms. Johansen, and revealing more to the story behind what makes Eve who she is (no plot spoilers!). Can't wait to see where time takes Caleb and Jane. Keep them coming!! -- SPeeD
Silvertipgriz More than 1 year ago
This is like watching a soap opera on daytime TV, as each episode leaves you hanging to have to wait for tomorrow, next week, or perhaps next season to find out who lives and who dies. Ms. Johansen, you're better than this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I swore I wouldn't purchase another one of her books since the first two were so repetitive. But, I did when I read it was the last of the trilogy. Ugh, was I stupid. Same book, for the third time. ONE book would have covered it and been an 'okay' read.
BeccaTX More than 1 year ago
Highly recommended couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I probably shouldn't have read all 3 of this series back to back. Iris Johansen has been one of my favorite writers for years and this series doesn't t begin to live up to her past work. Frankly, I thought the character of Jane didn't elicit one moment of sympathy. To me she just ended up looking like a spoiled brat if she didn't t get her own way. Eve was made to look stupid much of the time. Way too much angst. Never again, good bye Eve Duncan and company.
Sanddollar59 More than 1 year ago
I tried. I really tried to believe that I had not wasted my time and money continuing to read this 'series'. This series of books was never able to redeem itself and was, in fact, a total waste. This should have been one book period. By the end of the third book I was so disgusted with the ghosts, undercurrent of pseudo vampirism, golden lighted person, animal whisperer blah, blah, blah!  I felt cheated for spending more and more money waiting for the  author to get back to her winning style.  Long (and I DO mean long) story short don't waste your time or money. I will not purchase another one of her books unless I find it in the bargain bucket at a local swap meet.  I was so frustrated when I finished the series I, actually, three the book into the trash. One book would have covered this story if not for the lengthy, unnecessary volumes of nonsensical dialog. Don't bother with this series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While I love the Eve Duncan series I am disappointed in this story spread over 3 books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great conclusion to a roller coaster story! Iris knows how to keep you on the edge of your seat.
Emmiesam More than 1 year ago
This book was fabulous conclusion to Eve's kidnapping.
KimDW More than 1 year ago
I have been reading all the Eve Duncan series. I have felt she is too self important. I love the writing style of Iris Johansen and all her books are easy to follow the story and keep me very entertained; I read them almost non-stop. I get a little irritated with 'Nothing else matters but Eve'. The characters love for her so great they will let everything else go for her, they live for her, while she would easily let her life end to be with her daughter. All-in-all it is a great book, she is heroic, kind and a bit defiant. I love that and would recommend all the Eve Duncan series. They are great stories, wonderful series and none of the characters are weak. The stories flow well and can be read more than once.
Muumuu More than 1 year ago
I have always loved Iris Johanson's Eve Duncan series. Lately, I have begun to notice a repetition in her stories. How many things can happen to ONE PERSON? It is entertaining if you can get past the problem of everything being about Eve.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like other reviewers, I think this trilogy could have been put into one good book. Since I read the first two, I wanted to finish the series, but it didn't seem to be up to her normal work.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a big fan of all iris johansen books. but this series could have been put in just one book. i am on page 233 of this last one and it's all i can do to continue. all these books drag on . very disappointed...........
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like everyone else is saying too monotonous. A lot of unnecessary dialogs and a a spin on the story that went away of everything and that you could see it coming from miles away. I've read every single one of Ms Johansen books but lately the difference in the writing is huge from the first to these last books. Sometimes I think she's not the one writing the stories anymore. If you haven't done it, read Killer Dreams, No One to Trust or The Search. A big difference from the last books
mmtredsox More than 1 year ago
the story was good but drawn out. The dialog was a bit monotonous . Combining all 3 in one book, cutting out some dialog, would have made an exceptional story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I never have to decide if I am going to buy an Iris Johansen book because I have never been disappointed in her books. I made myself take1 a break after the first book but by the end of the second book I was so wrapped up in the story that I started the last book in the trilogy immediately. As usual I was not disappointed, they were all three outstanding books that connected really well.
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An excellent book. You don't want to ever put the book down!!!
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The take one leave one on shelf at sr center a quick scan and left it back to nook and looked up author as an avid reader and speed reader when forced to scan e.g.books cant afford at barnes and noble reality store can not understand raves for this author have not trusted most book review columns for years especially N.Y.Times.