State of Mind

State of Mind

by John Katzenbach

Paperback(Mass Market Paperback - Reprint)

$8.99

Overview

Twenty-five years ago, Jeffrey and Susan Clayton fled their tyrannical father--a man who was later suspected in the heinous murder of a young student. Though the father was never charged, he committed suicide. Or so it seemed. For someone has sent Susan a cryptic note. Once deciphered, it carries a terrifying message: I have found you.

Meanwhile, a serial killer has invaded a tightly controlled community. Is Jeffrey Clayton's father the source of this latest killing spree? The authorities think so--and they present Jeffrey, now a noted expert on serial killers, with a challenge: Find the butcher responsible for the newborn spate of carnage. Find your father. . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345422538
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/28/1998
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 544
Product dimensions: 4.22(w) x 6.77(h) x 1.16(d)

About the Author

John Katzenbach has written five previous novels: the Edgar Award-nominated In the Heat of the Summer, which was adapted for the screen as The Mean Season; the New York Times bestseller The Traveler; Day of Reckoning; Just Cause, which was also made into a movie; and The Shadow Man (another Edgar nominee). Mr. Katzenbach has been a criminal court reporter for The Miami Herald and Miami News and a featured writer for Herald's Tropic magazine. He lives in western Massachusetts.

Read an Excerpt

Again she looked at the note...

"Does it frighten you, Mother?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Why?" the daughter asked. "I don't know why, but it does me, too. But there's no threat. There's nothing even to suggest that it isn't someone just eager to play some intellectual game. That's happened before."

"The first note said what?"

"I have found you."

Diana felt a dark hole sucking away within her, like some great whirlpool threatening to swallow her whole. She fought this sensation off, told herself there was no evidence of anything yet. She reminded herself that for more than twenty-five years she had lived quietly, without being found; that the person she'd hidden herself and her children from was dead.

And so, in a swift and probably inadequate assessment of the events that had overtaken her daughter and her, Diana decided that the notes were probably precisely what they appeared to be: the slightly twisted pleadings of one of her daughter's many fans. This, in and of itself, could be dangerous enough. And so she did not mention any other fear, believing that the current fear was enough for the two of them, and that some hidden, more ancient fear was better left in the past. And dead. Dead. A suicide, she reminded herself. He set you free when he killed himself.

"We should call your brother," she said.

"Why?"

"Because he has many connections in law enforcement. Maybe someone he knows could analyze this letter. Fingerprint it. Test it. Tell us something about it."

"I think that whoever's sending it has probably thought of those things. And anyway, he hasn't broken any law. At least, not yet. I think we should wait until I figure the whole note out. Shouldn't take too long."

"Well," Diana said quietly, "we do know one thing."

"What's that?" the daughter asked.

The mother stared at the daughter, as if Susan were incapable of seeing something directly in front of her.

"Well, he put the first note in the mailbox. And you found this one where?"

"At the front door."

"Well, that tells us he's coming closer, doesn't it?"

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