Too Far Gone

Too Far Gone

by Allison Brennan

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ISBN-13: 9781250164476
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/30/2018
Series: Lucy Kincaid Series , #14
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 540
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

ALLISON BRENNAN is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than thirty novels. She was nominated for Best Paperback Original Thriller by International Thriller Writers and the Daphne du Maurier Award by Kiss of Death. A former consultant in the California State Legislature, Allison lives in Northern California with her husband, five kids, and assorted pets.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author ALLISON BRENNAN is the author of more than twenty novels, including the Lucy Kincaid series (Silenced, Stalked, The Lost Girls) and many short stories. A former consultant in the California State Legislature, she lives in Northern California with her husband Dan and their five children.

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Charlie McMahon sat in the corner of Java Antonio where he could see everyone who walked in. He held the cup of tea in front of him, hands shaking, hot liquid spurting out the top. He put the cup down, absently wiped his burned hand on his jacket. The one sip he'd risked made his stomach ache. Every voice, every clink of cups, every spray of steam from the espresso machine, scratched the inside of his brain until he felt as if his head would explode.

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved the nearly empty aspirin bottle. He poured four into his shaking hand. One fell to the floor. He watched it roll into the corner then stop amid the dust and dirt and an empty sugar wrapper.

The remaining three he popped into his mouth and chewed, the bitter taste making him scowl. He sipped the tea again, a larger gulp, and burned the roof of his mouth. He barely noticed the pain because his damn head wouldn't stop pounding.

Paul was late. Two weeks ago Paul finally agreed to meet with him, but in a faraway place where there was no chance that anyone they knew would see them together. Paul refused to look Charlie in the eye, then told Charlie that he was paranoid.

"Maybe you should go on a vacation. Take a month and relax," Paul had suggested. "Maybe you're sick. You're acting crazy, and you have to stop."

Charlie knew that something was wrong with him. Physically, mentally. He knew what it was, it was on the fringe of his memory, but every damn time he tried to catch the thought it escaped. The more he chased the truth, the more his head ached and the thought, the memory, the truth faded away. Faded like he was fading.

He looked down at his hands. They seemed almost translucent. He could see them shake, but couldn't feel them. It was as if he was disconnected from his body.

He closed his eyes, opened them. His hands were there, normal, bruised on the knuckles. A healing cut across the back of his right hand.

How did that happen?

Charlie had pushed Paul, and his friend didn't push back. When Paul finally looked him in the eye, Charlie realized that Paul knew exactly what was wrong with him. Paul remembered what happened when Charlie couldn't, yet he wouldn't help him!

"What do you know, Paul? Dammit, I'm dying!"

"You're not dying. Just ... you need help. Leave San Antonio. And stop trying to remember."

"What did I forget? You know, don't you? Why won't you tell me?"

He'd hit Paul. He remembered that ... but that was nearly two weeks ago. Why were both of his hands bruised? And where was Paul?

Paul sent him a message late last night.

I found something. Can't talk on the phone. I'll meet you anywhere you want at 10:30 tomorrow morning.

Charlie picked Java Antonio because it was far from Clarke-Harrison. Far from home. Far from anyone who might know him or Paul. An anonymous coffee shop in the middle of the city. It felt safe ... until now. Right now the walls were closing in on him and he couldn't think!

Leave, Charlie. Walk away. Disappear.

Paul was late. Was he dead? Had they killed him? Or had he become one of them?

Who the fuck are they? You've lost your mind. No one is after you. Paul was placating you. He's going to call the cops. Or a fucking mental institution. He didn't believe you. The meeting is a setup. They're going to lock you up and you'll never know the truth.

The overwhelming sensation to run, to go far away, hit Charlie and he got up too quickly, knocking over his tea. But the lid stayed on and only a small stream of amber liquid dribbled out. He picked up the cup, stared at it.

All Charlie wanted to know was what had happened to him. Why he had a journal in his handwriting but didn't understand what any of it said. Why he had the distinct feeling that he knew something important — something dangerous — but he couldn't remember what. He'd studied his calendar and his phone and email and knew that whatever had happened to him had happened at work.

Maybe. Because you're not really sure of anything, are you, Charlie?

That's why he needed Paul. They'd worked together for eight years before Charlie was fired. Paul was the only one Charlie trusted.

He lied to you. He didn't look you in the eye.

Charlie sat back down. He didn't know who else to turn to, he didn't know who he could trust. Memories scratched at him, trying to find a way to talk to him, to tell him the truth. But could he even trust them?

Every time he tried to listen, the whispers of truth disappeared in a wave of agony.

Voices drifted his way. He turned his head slowly, trying to figure out who was talking about him. Two teenage girls.

They're not talking about you.

Why weren't they in school?

It's July. School's out.

They laughed, both with their heads down looking at their phones. Something about that was familiar ... was it the phone? The way the brunette girl was holding it? Something familiar ... Her face shifted, and she became someone else. She saw Charlie looking at her and quickly turned away and became a teenager again. She whispered to her friend. He'd scared her.

"Hello, Charlie."

Charlie jumped, looked left and right. A man he'd never seen before stood in front of him. But he wasn't looking at him. He was looking at a display. Had he spoken? Was it in Charlie's head?

"Who are you?" he whispered.

"You need to stop asking questions, Charlie. You won't like the answers."

"Where's Paul?"

He'd spoken too loud. People glanced at him, then quickly turned away. The teenagers shifted away from him, their heads together.

Now they were talking about him. Now they sounded scared.

Charlie didn't want to scare anyone. Especially kids. His daughter was fifteen. He hadn't seen her in almost three months, because Lisa said he needed help. She was scared of him, that he would hurt her. Hurt the kids.

I would never hurt you, Lisa. I would never hurt the kids. I love you.

He'd tried to get help, but only felt worse. More paranoid. More ... forgetful.

He wrote hundreds of pages in code and didn't know what it meant. He'd showed Paul his journal two weeks ago and Paul knew. But he said he didn't.

He lied to you. Why can't you see that there is no one to trust?

"Where are your notes, Charlie?" the stranger asked him.

Charlie hadn't seen his lips move. What if he wasn't talking? What if Charlie was hearing things?

Again. Hearing voices again.

Everything was bright, too bright. His body and mind disconnected. Impossible.

Just a reaction to ...

Charlie turned, chasing the memory. Reaction to what? What?

His head ached and the memory turned black.

This man had answers. This man knew what THE FUCK WAS GOING ON!

remember remember remember remember remember

It was so close ... but he couldn't grasp it.

Remember or you'll be dead.

"Where's Paul? Did you kill him?"

Silence fell around him. Was he still talking too loud? Shouting? He could barely hear himself. Everything inside was suppressed by cotton, as if he were speaking through a vacuum.

The girls got up and walked to the other side of the coffee shop. They were talking to someone behind the counter. Because of him? Had he scared them?

Forget the girls. This man has the answers you need. Make him talk!

Someone was walking toward him. Who? Who knew him?

Charlie hit his head with his palm. It hurt, but he had to remember!


Charlie looked up again. A young black kid stood there. He wore an apron. Charlie's vision was blurry and he couldn't make out his name tag. The kid looked nervous.

This kid is just a guy doing his job. Doing his job and you're freaking out his customers.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Can I help you? Would you like me to call someone for you?"

He wanted to talk to the police, but he didn't remember what he needed to tell them. He had tried talking to his wife, but she wouldn't let him in, wouldn't let him see their children. He didn't blame her. He'd yelled at her ... He'd talked to Paul ... Paul was supposed to be here!

Paul had answers.

They'd killed Paul.

Charlie looked at his watch.

"Are you waiting for someone?" the manager asked.

"Paul's late," he said. "I think he's dead."

The belief that Paul was dead hit him so hard he wondered if he really knew that his best friend, his former colleague, was in fact dead. Had he seen him dead? Had he ... God, had he killed him?

You didn't kill Paul. You haven't seen him in two weeks.

But Charlie couldn't remember where he'd been yesterday. Just flashes of images. Of alleys and hiding and a one-room apartment in the middle of nowhere.

And numbers. So many numbers and formulas ...

"Sir, are you okay?"

"No!" Charlie jumped up and the table fell over. He didn't care that the lid popped off his tea and it splattered everywhere. Several people walked briskly out of the coffee shop. Two more had their phones to their ears. What were they doing? What were they saying?

Charlie knew what he had to do. This might be the only way to figure out what was wrong with him, what he knew that he couldn't remember, why his head felt like it was going to go off like a fucking Roman candle!

A gun was in his hand. How did it get there? He didn't remember putting a gun — two guns? — in his jacket. Why was he wearing a jacket? It was July in San Antonio. No wonder people were looking at him strangely.

People were screaming. Several ran out of the coffee shop. No, no! This wasn't happening.

He fired a bullet into the ceiling.

"Everyone down! You!" He grabbed the manager and held the gun to his head. "Do you have a cell phone?"


"You need to call Paul. Right now. Right the fuck now!"

He pulled the manager away from the windows. Self-preservation kicked in. He ordered one of the employees to lock the door. He held a gun on her, made her lock the door. She did.

"Down! Get down, everyone!"

People fell to the floor and froze. Someone was crying.

Stop, Charlie. Stop. This is insane.

"No else leaves until Paul gets here, understand? I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to hurt anyone. Okay? Okay?"

He was repeating himself. But he didn't care. He would keep these people as long as necessary to get answers.

"Give me your cell phone," he told the manager.

Charlie had stopped carrying a phone because he feared theywho the fuck are they?

— were tracking him.

The manager reached into his apron and handed Charlie a phone. His hands were shaking.

"Put it on speaker. Call Paul." Charlie recited his number by memory. He'd known Paul since college. Then eight years ago, Paul moved to San Antonio to work with Charlie. They were friends. Their wives were friends. They had barbecues and their sons were on the same baseball team. At least they had been before ...

Before what? What, Charlie?

His head was about to explode.

The phone rang once.


A recording came on.

"This number is no longer in service. If you feel you've reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."

"You dialed wrong! Again!" Charlie repeated the number slowly.

The recording repeated.

Paul really was dead.


FBI Special Agent Lucy Kincaid geared up in the back of the SWAT van and followed team leader Leo Proctor to the staging area kitty-corner to the coffeehouse that was currently under control of a gunman. Lucy wasn't part of the SWAT team. She was the newest trained hostage negotiator, though she would be second to Proctor for a minimum of six months. She wouldn't be talking to the suspect today; she was tagging along on her first official outing after completing Hostage and Crisis Response Training at Quantico.

As soon as she stepped out of the air-conditioned van and into the hot Texas humidity, she began to sweat. Fortunately, she wasn't decked out with an extra twenty-five pounds of SWAT gear; she was only required to wear her Kevlar vest and sidearm.

The FBI was here to back up the SAPD, who were taking lead in the hostage situation at Java Antonio, a small but popular independent coffee shop in downtown San Antonio.

Lucy followed Leo from the van while the rest of the team checked their weapons and gear.

"Lieutenant, sit-rep?" Leo said to the man clearly in charge who was directing personnel from the back of a police communications van. There were a dozen city and county vehicles filling all four streets that led to the intersection, which now held a tactical truck. Each street had been blocked off, and all businesses in a two-block radius evacuated or locked down.

"Proctor. Glad you're here." He glanced at Lucy.

"Agent Kincaid, hostage negotiator. Kincaid, Lieutenant Jordan Young."

They shook hands. Young was forty and had the aura of former military officer, and it was clear by how his officers spoke to him that he garnered respect from his men and women.

"I need you to negotiate, Leo — I've already set up a command, I'm the highest-ranking officer here."

"My people are your people," Proctor said. "Kincaid's my second."

Being second essentially meant backing up the primary negotiator. Listening to all communication, taking notes, passing along information between the negotiator and command and vice versa.

Generally the individual in charge of the scene was not the same person negotiating with the suspect. That SAPD and the SA-FBI worked well together was a testament to the men and women who led each department and the teams who cross-trained together.

"I have two snipers, one on each corner building," Young said, gesturing. "Two men in the back. If you can spare a pair I'd like to have them tag up with my team in the alley, and if you have a sniper we can use one back there. The rear is the only exit other than the front door."

Proctor said in his radio, "Dunning, take your team and secure the back with SAPD; Ramirez, find a roost with clear line of sight to the emergency exit. From here on out, Lieutenant Young is in command of this operation and you'll take direction from him, primary emergency channel."

"Roger," the team leader said over the radio.

"Suspect?" Proctor asked.

Young shook his head. "Working on an ID. No cameras inside, but we have a description from one of the hostages who escaped during the initial confusion. In fact, a dozen people got out before the shooter locked down. From preliminary statements, the guy was talking to himself and acting 'off' — weird was the word most used. He was wearing a thick windbreaker and it's over ninety degrees and humid as hell. When the manager confronted him, he snapped — per a witness. Another witness said he acted like he was quote, 'off his meds.'"

Unfortunately, Lucy knew that mental illness was one of the leading causes of spontaneous hostage situations. But generally, if the individual was mentally ill, they took people they knew hostage — family or friends — in a residence. This situation was distinctly different.

Young continued. "He fired two shots. Per witnesses, they both went into the ceiling. No one saw anyone injured inside. There are conflicting statements as to how many guns he has and what kind, though I'm going with one of the witnesses who stated he's a gun owner and identified a nine-millimeter in the shooter's hand, standard-capacity magazine, and a second handgun in his waistband, also a semi-auto — either a nine-mil or a forty-five."

"Number of hostages?"

"Best guess is fourteen. Do you have thermal imaging in your truck? Fire can set up as well, but they're still en route."

"We got it," Proctor said. "My tech just needs a minute."

"Good. We need to know where he is, get some sense as to what's going on in there."

"Is this personal?" Proctor asked. "Target an employee? Customer?"

"Don't know. We asked the witnesses for the basics, everyone said that he was alone and didn't appear to know anyone. They are all sequestered down the street, my people are working to get more information. He hasn't called out or made demands, but this whole thing started less than an hour ago. I need you to make contact, develop a rapport as we gather additional information. We need to de-escalate this as fast as possible."

Proctor listened to his com then said, "Roger, hold positions." He said to Young, "My team is in place, Ramirez has one hundred percent visual of the rear door."

"Excellent." Young handed him the bullhorn. "Work your magic, Leo. Godspeed."

Proctor took a breath, visibly relaxed, then turned on the bullhorn.


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Too Far Gone 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Loved this one, I had to force myself to put it down at 2:00 am, I wanted to see where it was going but couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I liked the two stories running parallel, never a dull moment.
Samantha1020 5 months ago
Too Far Gone was such a fun and suspenseful read - I can't wait to read more books in this series! I'm notorious (as you probably know by now) for starting series in the middle or just completely out of order which is what I did with this book. It didn't matter though as I found myself completely sucked into this book from the very beginning pages. There are two different mysteries or storylines going on. One is the case Lucy is investigating of a man that was shot and killed after holding a group of people hostage at a coffee shop. The second one relates to Lucy's husband Sean and his son who is staying with them for the summer but is possibly in danger. I really found this to be such a suspenseful read because of these two different storylines. You aren't sure if the storylines are going to connect or what is going on exactly. I found myself really caught up within both storylines which was nice as I didn't prefer one over the other. Instead I found myself reading as fast as I could which has happened a lot as of late (those darn reading slumps will do that to you). It was nice to find myself swept away within the pages and reading at every free point that I had for a change. I also really appreciated the fact that it didn't matter that I hadn't read the previous books in the series. I wasn't lost and the author did a good job of including just enough of the back stories from other characters to allow me to get to know them. I do plan on going back and starting at the beginning of this series very soon. I was able to figure out the "bad guys" on one part of the storyline quite easily but it really didn't detract from my enjoyment of the book. By then I was too caught up within the book already and just needed to see how it would all play out. Those last one hundred pages or so were intense! I couldn't stop reading at the point as I just had to see how it would all end. So good! Overall, I really enjoyed my time with this book and am excited to read more by this author. I feel like this was the perfect book to pick up and really knock me out of the reading slump that I had been in. I breezed through the pages and didn't want to set it down. That's the sign of a great read right there! Luckily for me I can go back to the beginning of this series to play catch up. I think I have like thirteen more books to look forward to! I love when that happens and I find a new long running series to catch up with! I would recommend this book to fans of suspense and mysteries alike. You definitely don't need to read the series in order from what I can tell so feel free to start right here if you haven't read this author yet. I did and had a really great reading experience honestly! Recommended! Bottom Line: A book that knocked me right of the reading slump that I had been in! Disclosure: I received a copy of this book thanks to the publisher for the book tour of this book. Thoughts are honest and are my own.
Virginiaw 5 months ago
I had not read one of the Lucy Kincaid books for quite a while and now I can’t wait to read more of the previous ones. This has a lot of twists and turns. I had a hard time putting this down. I love Lucy and Sean. It wa nice to get to know Jesse also. I love when they bring in the other characters like Jack and Kane. I loved that there were two different storylines that were going on. I received a copy of this book from St. Martin’s press for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.
whatsbetterthanbooks 5 months ago
Ominous, engrossing, and suspenseful! In this compelling fourteenth installment in the Lucy Kincaid series, Too Far Gone, Brennan has written an intricate, action-packed, police procedural that has FBI Agent Lucy Kincaid and her fellow law enforcement colleagues delving into a case that on the surface seems to be a simple hostage situation but which quickly unfolds into a complex case involving a suspicious death, a missing assistant, and a pharmaceutical company with something to hide. The writing is taut and precise. The characters are rugged, intelligent, and relentless. And the two main plots intertwine and unravel into a seamless, entertaining tale full of deception, secrets, corruption, scandal, cover-ups, manipulation, family drama, jealousy, violence, and murder. Overall, Too Far Gone is a multi-layered, captivating mystery that highlights that money and greed are often the root of all evil. And even though it's another wonderful addition to the series that fans are sure to appreciate it can also be read and enjoyed as a standalone novel.