The Kill List (Jamie Sinclair Series #1)

The Kill List (Jamie Sinclair Series #1)

by Nichole Christoff

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In this taut debut thriller, Nichole Christoff introduces a savvy private investigator with nerves of steel—and a shattered heart.
As a top private eye turned security specialist, Jamie Sinclair has worked hard to put her broken marriage behind her. But when her lying, cheating ex-husband, army colonel Tim Thorp, calls with the news that his three-year-old daughter has been kidnapped, he begs Jamie to come find her. For the sake of the child, Jamie knows she can’t refuse. Now, despite the past, she’ll do everything in her power to bring little Brooke Thorp home alive.
Soon Jamie is back at Fort Leeds—the army base in New Jersey’s Pine Barrens where she grew up, the only child of a two-star general—chasing down leads and forging an uneasy alliance with the stern military police commander and the exacting FBI agent working Brooke’s case. But because Jamie’s father is now a U.S. senator, her recent run-in with a disturbed stalker is all over the news, and when she starts receiving gruesome threats echoing the stalker’s last words, she can’t shake the feeling that her investigation may be about more than a missing girl—and that someone very powerful is hiding something very significant . . . and very sinister.

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Praise for The Kill List
“Intelligent and fast-paced, Nichole Christoff’s debut thriller takes off like a rocket and never slows down! I read The Kill List in a single sitting.”—Karen Rose, New York Times bestselling author of Silent Scream

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101883006
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/02/2014
Series: Jamie Sinclair , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 270
Sales rank: 28,279
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

Nichole Christoff is a writer, broadcaster, and military spouse who has worked on air and behind the scenes producing and promoting content for radio, television news, and the public relations industry across the United States and Canada. Christoff is a lifetime member of Sisters in Crime and the Jane Austen Society of North America. She also belongs to the Private Eye Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, and three of RWA’s local chapters where she’s served as an officer and a member of the board. In Christoff’s first year as a member of RWA, her first manuscript won the Golden Heart for Best Novel with Strong Romantic Elements. Her second manuscript won a 2011 Helen McCloy Scholarship from the Mystery Writers of America. Her latest work, The Kill List, is a 2014 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense nominee.

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Chapter 1

“Walk away, Jamie, while you can. That’s my advice.”

Detective Frank Marcotti said this as if I’d asked for his opinion. I hadn’t. As always, Frank had given it to me anyway.

When I didn’t respond, he ran a hand across his thick brush of salt-and-pepper hair, then knuckled the mustache that matched it. I’d known him long enough to know the move for what it was. Frank was searching his brain for a better argument.

Well, if he wanted me to cancel my plans for the evening, he needed one.

I didn’t bother to tell him that, though. Instead, I kept my focus on the studio below us. There, Newswatch Nine’s Late Night News broadcast was in full swing. Cables snaked across the floor. Cameras captured every angle. Bright lights blazed with an intensity matched by the four on-air personalities and the members of the technical crew.

My client, anchorwoman Marianne Lewis, sat ramrod straight at the news desk. She spoke confidently into the camera. Nothing in her manner suggested a stalker had scared the living daylights out of her today.

She smiled. She nodded. She listened to her co-anchor. When she turned her head to address a second camera, her honey-blond hair swung in a neat, shoulder-length bob―just like the wig I’d donned when I’d arrived at Newswatch Nine. Her TV-friendly purple blazer had three buttons, but mine had only two. Our black dresses looked identical from a distance, though.

And that was the point.

While I watched Marianne, Frank tried again.

“Don’t get me wrong.” He dropped his voice and leaned close to me. The spare tire of his tummy pressed against the rail of the viewing gallery where we stood high above the studio floor. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, strongly of mint gum. He’d been trying to quit smoking since he was my age. “You’re a good private investigator, a great security specialist. But a pretty woman like you should be out having dinner, maybe a couple of drinks. Not playing decoy for some overpaid TV personality.”

Since my husband had left me, I’d heard a lot about dinner and drinks from Frank Marcotti. Sometimes he painted a general picture. Sometimes the scenario involved him.

Maybe Frank’s evenings felt empty since his third wife had moved out. Or maybe my life looked empty to him. Maybe he could hear the beat of my lonely heart counting off the seconds since I’d failed to do what practically every other red-blooded American woman had done: fill it with a happy family of my own.

In any case, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Frank’s interest in me.

Matty, my overprotective right-hand man, gripped the rail in front of us so tightly his raw-boned knuckles popped. “You saying Jamie ain’t smart enough to do this?”

With only ten years between us, the forty-eight-year-old Matty wasn’t nearly old enough to be my father, but that had never stopped him from acting like my Dutch uncle. Like most of my staff, Matthew “Matty” Donnelly was East Coast born and bred. He’d left his rough-and-tumble Philly-Irish neighborhood at the age of seventeen to enlist in the army and he’d served under my father for most of his career. Maybe that was why Matty had such a soft spot for me. In any case, he certainly didn’t have one for Frank.

“You saying just because she’s a woman she ain’t good enough? ’Cause she’s pretty she can’t hack it? That what you’re saying?”

“Of course not,” Frank replied.

“’Cause she’s more than good enough,” Matty declared. “And if yous guys would do your job in the first place, she wouldn’t need to do it for you.”

The glimmer in Frank’s dark, deep-set eyes died. He regarded Matty with the flat, expressionless stare of a cop. After all, a cop was what Frank was. And no cop would like Matty’s reference to “yous guys.”

“Look, Jamie.” Frank gave up on Matty in favor of reasoning with me. “You’ve got to see this from our point of view. So some crank’s been calling Ms. Lewis at the station here. He’s sent her a few weird notes. Maybe he means it as fan mail. You can’t arrest a guy for that.”

“He thinks she’s the Virgin Mary speaking to him through his TV,” Matty said. “That ain’t fan mail.”

“The point is,” Frank said, stopping the argument before it got started, “thinking those things isn’t against the law. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“He tried to abduct her children after school today.”

My statement had Frank’s mouth dropping open like a Venus flytrap.

“He told them God sent him to take them home. When Marianne showed up, he shoved a teacher to the ground and tried to strong-arm the kids into a waiting car.” I faced Frank. “Becca is eight years old. Ben is six.”

I had no idea what it would be like to be blessed with such treasures. But I knew what I’d do if those treasures were threatened. From the look on his face, I knew what Frank would do, too.

“Why didn’t we hear about this?” he demanded.

“Private schools aren’t much on that kind of publicity.”

“I’d be looking for a new school,” he muttered.

“Damn straight,” Matty agreed.

I said, “What else would you do if you were Marianne Lewis and the police kept saying they can’t help you?”

Frank didn’t answer.

Matty, however, did.

“I sure as hell wouldn’t call that guy.”

I followed Matty’s line of sight to the studio floor. Alongside the jittery station owner, in the shadows behind Camera Number Two, a tall man in a dark suit watched Marianne. He had a cleft in his chin the faces on Mount Rushmore could’ve envied. The fit of his jacket was enviable, too. From where I stood, I could barely make out the subtle contour of his shoulder holster beneath the tailoring.

Matty, though, didn’t envy him at all.

“Special Agent Kevin Jaeger,” he spat. “Friggin’ FBI.”

Kev glanced up into the gallery, offered Frank a nod, and ignored Matty altogether. To me, he sketched a small two-fingered salute. I didn’t return the greeting.

Kev grimaced, then spoke to the station owner. The two of them retreated along the corridor that led to the front office. They looked very pleased with themselves.

I didn’t want to say it out loud, but the station owner’s calling Kev made perfect sense. After all, attempted kidnapping was a federal crime, so it fell under Kev’s jurisdiction. And whether Frank liked to admit it or not, he and his police force hadn’t exactly been proactive when it came to the stalker who’d tried to take Marianne Lewis’s kids.

Still, I wasn’t happy to see Kev at Newswatch Nine.

Neither was Frank.

“If this Feeb thinks he’s going to muscle in on my case before I’ve got the okay from my captain—”

“He won’t,” I told him. “Kev does everything by the book.”

Even when following the book meant letting three little boys die at the hands of their abductor. I hadn’t forgiven Kev for that. And I hadn’t forgotten the moment I’d pulled each boy’s waterlogged body from the Delaware River last fall.

I didn’t have time to dwell on such memories, though.

Or on the shortcomings of Kev Jaeger.

On the studio floor, the newscast ended in a flurry of activity. The tech crew rolled the cameras to a far wall, coiled cables in figure eights, and stowed lapel mics in little boxes. Marianne gathered her things and started up the spiral staircase at the end of the studio to meet us.

She offered me a shaky smile when she saw me. She didn’t look like the confident anchorwoman now. She looked like a scared mother of two.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

In response to a formal request from Newswatch Nine’s management, Frank would drive Marianne home in an unmarked police unit. And despite whatever the station owner had planned for Kev Jaeger, Marianne had hired me to go a step further. I would make sure her stalker didn’t tail her. Being a cop, Frank wasn’t thrilled with this plan. But unless he and the Philadelphia PD got a judge to jerk my private investigator’s license out from under me, they couldn’t do a thing to stop me.

Before Marianne could answer my question, Frank said, “Ms. Lewis, I have to strongly advise against this course of action.”

His attitude stiffened Marianne’s spine. “I know. But you won’t keep him away from me. And I can’t let him follow me home to my family.”

“After embarrassing himself in front of you this afternoon, he’s probably not even out there.” I hoped to reassure her. And get Frank off both our backs. “Now let’s get you home.”

Marianne swallowed hard and nodded. She handed me her overcoat. I slipped it on and left her to Frank.
Like a lemming, I followed the Newswatch Nine staffers through the building and into the employee parking lot. Marianne’s Toyota Camry waited in the third row of the lot, directly under a streetlight and exactly where I’d instructed her to park it. I circled wide, remaining within the ring of harsh light thrown down by the lamp, and approached the Camry from the back. I spotted no one under the car or behind it.

With a quick hit of the key fob, I unlocked the door, got in, and locked the door behind me. Marianne’s colleagues wasted no time driving off. I stayed put. Within moments, the only remaining vehicles were mine and an old gray Bronco. Matty nodded to me from behind its wheel.

I stuck the key in the ignition. The car started the first time. I put it in gear and drove toward the exit. No one approached me as I paused to turn onto City Line. Frank and Marianne were long gone. I didn’t see Kev or any of his FBI cronies anywhere. Only Matty’s Bronco drew up behind me.

I merged into traffic.

A blur of motion caught my eye. But the motion wasn’t outside the car. It was inside it.

The Camry’s backseat flipped forward. A skinny man in a gray sweatshirt crawled out of the trunk. He had the sinuous body of a salamander and skin as pale as if he’d spent a lifetime under rocks.

His eyes, black and fevered, met mine in the rearview mirror. I saw insanity in their depths. And the realization that I was not Marianne Lewis.

His scream shook the car.

Still, I heard the unmistakable click of a switchblade snapping open.

The half-light of the city night fired along the blade as it flashed past my cheek, beneath my throat. Steel nicked my ear, the start of a killing stroke. But not the end.

Not if I could help it.

I stood on the brake. The car slammed to a stop in the middle of the street, pitching my attacker forward. His knife whipped toward me again.

I clamped a hand to his wrist.

“Hail Mary,” he shrieked, “full of grace. The Lord is with Thee . . .”

I reached back, fisted my other hand in his lank, greasy locks. I smelled cold sweat, unwashed hair, and the chemical imbalance of a man who should be on heavy medication. A beaded chain slipped from the grimy neck of his sweatshirt. A soldier’s dog tags dangled from it. They swung, tinkling like wind chimes, as I tried to force his head to turn, tried to force his body back.

I had no leverage.


Outside the window at my shoulder, Matty pounded on the glass.

“Jamie, unlock the doors!”

Gripping my attacker’s wrist even tighter with one hand, I released his hair, reached across my body to scrabble for the door locks. Against my cheek, he sobbed. His tears mingled with the sweat beading at my temple to run down my face. Still, he prayed. His teeth scraped my skin.

“Blessed art Thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus . . .”

The car shuddered with a reverberating thud. In the rearview mirror, I made out Matty, now at the backseat’s window. He hammered the glass with a three-pound Maglite.

“FBI! Drop your weapon!”

Kev Jaeger appeared out of nowhere, aimed his handgun from the other side of the car.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death . . .”

My death, I realized as the man’s wrist twisted in my grip. His blade bit into my neck. If he got his way, it would be my death.

Desperate, I clutched at the key fob dangling from the ignition. My thumb brushed a button. The locks popped open.

Both rear doors banged open at once. Matty grabbed my attacker’s knife hand, snapping it at the wrist. Kev dragged the man from the backseat. By the time I turned, he had the guy on the ground, a knee in his back.

“Easy!” I yelled at Kev. “Lighten up or you’ll break his spine.”

Kev didn’t comply. He pressed the point of his knee deeper into the soft tissue of the man’s back. The guy let loose with a keening wail full of fear—and of pain.

I bounded from the car, grabbed hold of Kev’s coat sleeve. “I said stop hurting him.”

Kev didn’t so much as glance at me, but he shifted his weight to his own heels.

The guy shuddered with relief and choked out a laugh. “Good lady. Kind lady.”

Whether his words were for the Virgin Mary or Marianne Lewis, I didn’t know.

Until Matty pulled me away and led me to an arriving ambulance.

“Lady,” the man screamed at me, “come back to me. We’ll be together. Forever!”

Charles Chapman Brown—former soldier, known drifter, and repeat stalker—had traveled light, but not light enough. In addition to the charges he’d face for trying to kill me, the contents of the duffel bag he’d had with him, namely a roll of duct tape and a box of condoms, would guarantee he’d face charges for attempted kidnapping and attempted rape. At least, he’d face charges if he could pass a psychiatric evaluation.

For my part, I found myself breathing a lot easier once Kev had stuffed Brown into the back of a patrol car and sent him on his way. Frank, who’d returned to the TV station after Marianne was safely home, said he’d follow along, but I hoped he calmed down first. Since he’d heard Brown had held a knife to my throat, his fleshy face looked way too pale.

I knew I wasn’t much to look at, either. I’d lost the Marianne wig, and my own hair hung in hanks where the dark locks had slipped free of their bobby pins. Brown’s knife had drawn my blood, and the sticky red stuff had dripped down my neck and dried there.

A crew from Newswatch Nine showed up before I could get cleaned up. I guess they couldn’t resist covering a story breaking on their doorstep. In any case, they didn’t get very far in their attempts to interview me. Matty hustled me off to the ambulance and wouldn’t let the camera crew near it. In some semblance of privacy, I sat on the tailgate while a paramedic patched me up.

Kev Jaeger found me there soon after. Shoving the tails of his suit coat aside, his hands hit his hips. He’d clipped his FBI shield to his belt for this occasion. The brass of it flashed at me, reflecting the rooftop lights of every response vehicle at the scene. That’s when I knew I was in for a lecture.

“This was a close one, Jamie. Much closer than it needed to be.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. Kev was right and we both knew it. Besides, the burn of the antiseptic the EMT pressed to my throat had me hissing through my teeth.

“I’m just glad I was around to pull your bacon out of the fire.”

“Me, too,” I admitted. But that was as far as I could go. “I only wish you’d been around to help me pull the dead Delmonico boys out of the river.”

Kev’s mouth puckered as if he’d bitten into something bitter—or maybe he was biting back bitter words meant for me.

Before he could voice them, I said, “Of course, you did everything by the book. So I suppose that’s some consolation to the Delmonico family.”

A red flush swept into Kev’s cheeks. He still didn’t say a thing. He just turned on his heel and walked away.
Matty watched him go, then slid onto the tailgate beside me. “I hate to say it, but this time I’ve gotta agree with the Feeb, girlie girl. You cut this one too close.”

“I’m sorry, Matty.” And I was.

“Save your sorry for someone else. Like Frank, maybe. He’s right, too. If you was still married to that piss-poor excuse of a husband, what’re the chances you’d have been out here doing the tango with a nut-bag who’s got a history of stalking women?”

We both knew the answer to that one. Slim to none. Tim wouldn’t have allowed it.

“But what are you doing?” Matty demanded. “Sticking your neck on the chopping block for this client and her kids?”


“Hell, since your divorce you stick your neck out for every client with kids. And what for? You keep this up, you’re gonna get hurt for good, girlie girl.”

As if he agreed with Matty, the EMT slapped a bandage on my neck wound. I wish he could’ve done the same for my peace of mind. I knew I’d picture the faces of those three drowned boys for years to come. And now I’d hear the words of Charles Chapman Brown.

Come back to me. We’ll be together.

My cell phone bleated. I dug under Marianne’s coat to find the thing. The caller ID log listed the incoming number as “Government Number.”

In my line of work, this could have been anybody calling for any reason. My Washington, DC–based business provided security services for high-profile, high-risk clients, including a jeweler whose name was as recognizable as Tiffany’s, a Philadelphia rap-star-turned-Academy-Award-winning-actor, and several members of Congress. Unfortunately, my caller was none of them.


I hadn’t heard this voice in years. But I recognized it in a heartbeat. Because this voice belonged to my ex-husband.

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The Kill List 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 48 reviews.
MariaD1 More than 1 year ago
I rated this book 4.5 out of 5 Stars. An action packed thriller, The Kill List by Nichole Christoff introduces us to Jamie Sinclair, a private investigator and security excerpt willing to break the rules to save her clients.  The daughter of an Army general turned U.S. Senator, Jamie is intelligent, and strong and has lived her life knowing failure is not an option.  Filled with plenty of action, emotional angst, colorful characters and two mysteries, this is a book any mystery or thriller reader will enjoy. Ms. Christoff does a good job developing the primary character for both this book and her new series.  I quickly connected with Jamie Sinclair, a woman who is good at her job and financially successful as a result of it.  Jamie also suffers from self-doubt, fears risking her heart emotionally and has daddy issues.  While helping guard a client from a stalker, and placing herself in the line of fire, Jamie finds herself being pulled into a kidnapping case involving Brooke Thorpe, the three year old daughter of her ex-husband and his new wife.  Helping Tim, her ex, forces Jamie back onto familiar grounds, Fort Leeds, the military base where she grew up.  Forced to work with both the FBI and Military Police, she finds herself in the middle of a turf war over jurisdiction and putting her heart on the line in more ways than one. Ms. Christoff also does a good job developing the secondary characters and I really enjoyed getting to know the men who play a part in Jamie’s life.  From Tim Thorp, Jamie’s cheating ex-husband, to Lt. Colonel Adam Barrett, the military police officer in charge of the case, we get to see two men in the service who serve for very different reasons.  Especially since Jamie was in love with one before, and thinks she is falling for the other one now.  We also get to meet Kevin Jaeger, an FBI agent, who has issues of his own.  The two mysteries in the story are both well developed and take several twists and turns.  While we get to know the identity of one of the villains fairly quickly, the revelation of who else is involved in both of Jamie’s cases is well done and was quite surprising.   Will Jamie be able to rescue and save Brooke Thorp from harm?  Will the stalker who has put Jamie in the center of his fantasy be captured before it’s too late and Jamie becomes his next victim?  You’ll have to read The Kill List to find out.  I really enjoyed it and look forward to reading The Kill Shot, the next book in this series to be released in March 2015.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book had good bones and it was an interesting idea of the lead character hunting someone whilst being hunted herself. I did find myself skipping paragraphs to just get to the next turn of events. I found the ending to be disappointing, slightly confusing and fairly improbable. A few things I didn't understand: - If Jaime hated her ex-husband so much, why was she almost OBSESSED with finding his missing child? - The whole story line of Jaime and Jaeger was unnecessary to include and had no point in the end. - Jaime fell for Barrett way too fast to be believable. - There were so many characters and plot lines that I never was wondering "who dunnit" but rather "just tell me who did it and get this over". - The amount of injury Jaime sustained throughout the book is not believable for her to continue to function normally
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tone this down a bit. Cut 20 pages. Even my willing suspension of disbelief was taxed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a great first book. As a veteran, I loved that the author was spot on about everything military. I liked the fact that there were twists and turns in the plot, plenty of action, and a possible romance in the future. The author wrote a very good book without graphic sex or bad language. I'll be reading future books.
VicG More than 1 year ago
Nichole Christoff in her new book, “The Kill List” Book One in the Jamie Sinclair series published by Alibi introduces us to Jamie Sinclair. From the back cover: In this taut debut thriller, Nichole Christoff introduces a savvy private investigator with nerves of steel—and a shattered heart. As a top private eye turned security specialist, Jamie Sinclair has worked hard to put her broken marriage behind her. But when her lying, cheating ex-husband, army colonel Tim Thorp, calls with the news that his three-year-old daughter has been kidnapped, he begs Jamie to come find her. For the sake of the child, Jamie knows she can’t refuse. Now, despite the past, she’ll do everything in her power to bring little Brooke Thorp home alive. Soon Jamie is back at Fort Leeds—the army base in New Jersey’s Pine Barrens where she grew up, the only child of a two-star general—chasing down leads and forging an uneasy alliance with the stern military police commander and the exacting FBI agent working Brooke’s case. But because Jamie’s father is now a U.S. senator, her recent run-in with a disturbed stalker is all over the news, and when she starts receiving gruesome threats echoing the stalker’s last words, she can’t shake the feeling that her investigation may be about more than a missing girl—and that someone very powerful is hiding something very significant . . . and very sinister. Someone has kidnapped Jamie Sinclair’s ex-husband’s daughter and he is begging that she come and help find her. Now if it were me I am not so sure if I would go running off to go find my ex’s daughter with someone else however Jamie is made of better stuff than I am. This is a kidnapping mystery filled with a high degree of suspense and tension. There are people who do not want Jamie to succeed in her mission and they are willing to kill her to stop her. The Military plays a huge role in this adventure and it is interesting to see how all the pieces of the puzzle start to come together. You will not be able to figure out just what is going on. Fast paced action and betrayal are just some of the ingredients in this rousing actioner. “The Kill List” is a top-notch adventure that will really get your blood flowing as you flip pages trying to find out what is going to happen next. Don’t start this book late at night because you will lose sleep as you cannot put this book down until you finish it. I am so looking forward to the next adventure from this talented author. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from TLC Book Tours. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a definite keeper. Can't wait for the rest of the series!
T-Bones More than 1 year ago
This title kept me reading and guessing till the end. Filled with intense scenes and a great cast of characters, I had a fun time with this book. Fans of James Patterson, Nelson Demille, and Erica Spindler will have a great time with this as well.
Splashesintobooks1 More than 1 year ago
Brilliant book - highly recommended! Jamie is the daughter of an ex-army officer who is now a senator. She's also a highly successful security consultant and private investigator. Her cheating ex-husband calls for her help when his daughter is kidnapped from his home on a military base. With military police and FBI also involved, as well as a stalker threatening her, nothing is straightforward or simple for Jamie! This story is full of mystery and intrigue, keeping you on the edge of your seat at the twists and turns. It is excellently written with suspense, misdirection, threats and even romance! The characters are double-dealers, heroes and victims - all beautifully portrayed, warts and all. This is a story that totally engages the reader. The dynamics and relationships between the different characters, their reactions to events make this a 'must read this to the end' book, one you don't want to put down till all is resolved. I highly recommend this book - and will be looking out for other works by this author in future. Thanks to the author, publishers and NetGalley, too, for letting me read a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Aelius More than 1 year ago
A good read that could be excellent with a bit more editing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Terrific read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another reviewer said it well: a good first novel, a bit convoluted, implausable at times & more injuries than any body could function with. Maybe a bit too much poetic license here. Worth a ahot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The setting is an army military installation and has some military characters. I kept on reading to find the solution to the mystery, but at times it was slow and boring. It just didn't catch on with me and it ended too easily. I don't thing I will read another mystery novel by this author.
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Enjoyed this book very much!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Both The Kill List and The Kill Shot are "can't-put-down." I was caught up in the story immediately. As an Army brat, I had wondered how Ms Christoff always was correct in referring to Army reservations as "posts," (not bases) until I read her bio - thank you. Can't wait for the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So bad I couldn't finish it. The author spends very little time developing a plot line about actually trying to locate the missing child, but endlessly tells us about the main character's cashmere sweaters, custom made suits and shoes, expensive car, and how her pulse races every time she looks at the MP. At 99 cents I guess you get what you pay for.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No where near 4.5 stars. Characters are likeable but as shallow as credit cards. Predictable and full of flaws. Do not waste .99 cents.
1dachsmom More than 1 year ago
Her first novel -- and it's great!!  Actually still reading it.  Didn't want to forget to let other readers know they shouldn't miss this one.  The only thing is....I'm losing sleep because I can't put it down.  Will go right on to her second book..The Kill Shot.  Strongly recommend   
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. I didn't want to put it down. I am looking forward to her next book coming out in March.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one that will keep you up all night reading. You just don't know what will happen next. Unexpected ending!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really liked the storyline in this book. Was excited that it was a series and looked forward to reading the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This kept me reading non stop, except fell asleep, the whole time I was awake. It is a riveting suspense that keeps you guessing. Some was very easy to figure, like the mom & her 2 sons. Some kept me guessing almost to the end. The ending was too abrupt, should have an epilogue to give a bit more closure. Reason 4 stars otherwise would have been 5. GJRA
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed this book a lot. Great writing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a very good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good first mystery-romance for this author. Some elements are implausible, but there's a lot going on and the characters are fairly believable. A decent vacation read. by aj west