Quinton Zane is back.
Jack Lancaster, consultant to the FBI, has always been drawn to the coldest of cold cases, the kind that law enforcement either considers unsolvable or else has chalked up to accidents or suicides. As a survivor of a fire, he finds himself uniquely compelled by arson cases. His almost preternatural ability to get inside the killer's head has garnered him a reputation in some circles--and complicated his personal life. The more cases Jack solves, the closer he slips into the darkness. His only solace is Winter Meadows, a meditation therapist. After particularly grisly cases, Winter can lead Jack back to peace.
But as long as Quinton Zane is alive, Jack will not be at peace for long. Having solidified his position as the power behind the throne of his biological family's hedge fund, Zane sets out to get rid of Anson Salinas's foster sons, starting with Jack.
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Place of Birth:San Diego, CA
Education:BA in History, University of California at Santa Cruz, MA in Librarianship from San Jose State University (California)
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Fifteen years earlier . . .
She was fourteen years old and sleeping in yet another bed. The little house on Marigold Lane looked cozy and welcoming from the street-lots of curb appeal, as the real estate agents liked to say-but she had decided that she would not be there for long.
Every few weeks when she got tired of life on the streets she checked into the foster care system long enough to take some hot showers and score some new tennis shoes or a new pair of jeans or a new backpack. She had figured out early on that a backpack was essential to survival on the streets. The one she had picked up last month had a large rip in it, thanks to the junkie with the knife who had tried to steal it. The junkie was no longer a problem but the wounded pack had to be replaced.
She rarely stayed in a foster home for more than a few days. Sooner or later, there were issues. This time the problem would be the husband. His name was Tyler. She had privately labeled him Tyler the Creep.
She had seen the way he looked at her two days ago when she arrived with her ripped backpack containing all her worldly possessions: a few clothes, a hairbrush and a toothbrush, and the battered copies of Winnie-the-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner.
Initially she had not been concerned; merely inconvenienced. She could handle Tyler the Creep but it meant that she could not go to sleep at night. Creeps like Tyler had a lot in common with roaches-they came out after dark.
The situation, however, had gotten a lot more complicated that afternoon when the social worker had arrived on the doorstep with another foster kid. The girl's name was Alice. All she had with her was a small rolling suitcase. She was eleven years old and she had been orphaned when her father's private plane had crashed on takeoff. Alice's mother had been a passenger. Both parents had been killed. Alice had been in school at the time.
Dazed and traumatized, she had said very little except her name and that her aunts would come for her.
Later, when she and Winter were alone in the bedroom, she had repeated the same thing over and over.
"My mom and dad told me that if anything ever happened to them, I should call my aunts. They will come and get me."
During her short stays in various foster homes over the course of the past year, Winter had heard similar claims. Mostly the tales turned out to be sparkly little lies told by well-meaning parents who had wanted to reassure their children that some adult family member would always be there for them; that they were not alone in the world. That they had family to protect them.
But after several months of floating in and out of the system, she knew the truth. There were no aunts, or, if they did exist, they weren't going to magically appear to rescue Alice. Sure, there might be a few distant relatives somewhere but there would be a thousand excuses why they couldn't take a kid into their household. We're too old. We barely knew that side of the family. Our lifestyle won't allow us to take the child. We travel too much. We can't afford to take her. We have other children who would be upset. The child has severe emotional problems that we're just not equipped to handle . . .
Winter sat on the top bunk, legs dangling over the edge. The new backpack was on the bed beside her. She wore the jeans and the hoodie that she'd had on during the day. She always slept in her clothes. It made for more efficient departures.
She had a penlight in one hand. In her other hand she gripped her copy of Winnie-the-Pooh. Earlier she had read some of the stories to Alice. Alice had said that she was too old for Winnie-the-Pooh, but the gentle stories had soothed her. She had eventually fallen into an exhausted sleep.
A few hours ago the new foster mom had been called away to deal with a family crisis involving one of her own aging parents. Tyler the Creep was now in the front room, drinking and watching television.
Winter had taken the precaution of locking the bedroom door but she had known that wouldn't do any good. The creep had the key.
It was another half hour before she heard the doorknob rattle. When Tyler the Creep discovered that the door was locked, he left. For a moment she entertained the faint hope that he would not return. But of course he did.
She heard the key in the lock. The door opened. The creep was silhouetted against the light of the hallway fixture, a balding, big-bellied man dressed in an undershirt and trousers.
He did not see her sitting there in the shadows of the upper bunk. He moved into the room, heading toward the lower bunk.
He reached down and started to pull the covers off Alice's thin, huddled body.
"Go away, Mr. Tyler," Winter said. She switched on the penlight and began to move it in an intricate pattern. "You're not supposed to be here. You don't want to be here."
She kept her voice calm; soothing but firm.
Startled, Tyler halted and instinctively averted his gaze from the narrow beam of light.
"What the hell?" In the next breath he softened his voice to a drunken croon. "What's the matter, honey? Couldn't sleep? I know it's hard adjusting to a new house and a new family. But you're in a good home now. There's nothing to worry about. I'll take care of you and Alice."
"Go away, Mr. Tyler," Winter said again. She kept the penlight moving, faster now.
Tyler was distracted by the light. He stared at it; looked away and then gazed at it again.
"I'm going to take poor little Alice to my bedroom," he said. "She's afraid to be alone."
"Alice is not alone," Winter said. "I'm here with her. Go away. You don't want to be in this room. It's hard to breathe when you come in here. You can't catch your breath. Your heart is pounding harder and harder. You wonder if you're having a heart attack."
Tyler did not respond. He was transfixed by the motion of the light. He started to wheeze.
"When I say Winnie-the-Pooh, you will realize that you can't breathe at all when you're in this room," Winter said. "You will leave. That is the only way to ease the terrible pain in your chest. If you stay in this room you will have a heart attack. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Tyler's voice was now that of a man in a trance, expressionless.
The rasping and wheezing got louder.
"Winnie-the-Pooh," Winter said in a tone of soft command.
Tyler came out of the trance gasping for air.
"Can't breathe," he said, his voice hoarse with panic. He swung around and lurched out into the hallway. "My heart. Can't breathe."
He staggered down the hallway and stumbled toward the kitchen. Winter jumped down to the floor.
"Winter?" Alice whispered from the shadows of the lower bunk.
"It's okay," Winter said. "But you have to get up and get dressed. We're going to leave now."
A heavy thud sounded from the kitchen. It was followed by an unnatural silence.
"What happened?" Alice asked.
"Stay here," Winter said. "I'll go take a look."
She went to the door. With the penlight in hand she moved cautiously down the hall. Alice climbed out of bed but she did not wait in the bedroom. She followed Winter.
Tyler was sprawled on the kitchen floor. He did not move. His phone was on the floor close to his hand. Panic arced through Winter. She wondered if she had killed the creep.
Alice came up beside her and took her hand, clinging very tightly. She looked at Tyler's motionless body.
"Is he dead?" she asked.
"I don't know," Winter said. "I'll check."
She released Alice's hand and crossed the kitchen floor. She stopped a short distance away from Tyler and tried to think about what to do next. In the movies and on television people checked the throat of an unconscious person to find out if there was a pulse.
Gingerly she reached down and put two fingers on Tyler's neck. She thought she detected a faint beat but she couldn't be certain. He might not be dead yet but it was possible that he was dying. It was also possible that he was simply unconscious and would recover at any moment. Winter knew that neither outcome would be good for Alice or herself.
"Get dressed," Winter said. "Put everything you brought with you back into your suitcase. I don't know how much time we have."
Alice regarded her with big, frightened eyes. "Okay."
She turned and ran back down the hall. Winter followed. It did not take long to gather up Alice's few possessions. The little suitcase had not been completely unpacked.
On the way out Winter paused at the kitchen door. Tyler the Creep was still on the floor; still not moving.
"Hold on a second," she said to Alice. "I'm going to call a cab."
She used the phoneon the kitchen counter. Tyler stirred just as she finished the call. He opened his eyes. He stared at her first in disbelief and then in gathering rage and panic.
"You did this to me," he wheezed. "You're killing me."
"Winnie-the-Pooh," Winter said.
Tyler gasped, clutched at his chest and collapsed again, unconscious.
Winter reached down into his pocket, took out his wallet and helped herself to the seventy-five dollars she found inside. She considered the credit cards for a moment and opted to leave them behind. Credit cards left a trail.
She dropped the wallet on the floor beside the phone and looked at Alice.
"Let's go," she said.
Alice nodded quickly.
A few minutes later they climbed into the back of the cab. The driver was obviously uneasy about picking up two kids in the middle of the night but he did not ask any questions beyond confirming their destination.
"You want to go to the bus station?" he said.
"Yes, please," Winter said.
She tried to think through a plan. She was accustomed to running away but in the past she had always been alone when she set out into the darkness late at night with her pack on her back. Tonight she had to deal with Alice.
Mentally, she started a getaway list. Even using cash, she would probably need an ID to buy bus tickets. It wouldn't be hard to find a street person and pay him or her to purchase the two tickets to Los Angeles.
The seventy-five bucks would not last long. They would have to use some of it to buy Alice a backpack. A suitcase, even one with wheels, was a problem on the streets, an environment where you needed to keep both hands free.
When the cash ran out she could always raise more doing the psychic-dream-reader routine. It was amazing how many people would pay twenty or thirty bucks to have someone tell them the meaning of their dreams.
She sat back in the seat, mind churning with plans. Alice huddled close beside her and lowered her voice to the barest of whispers.
"Don't worry," she said. "My aunts will find us. They'll take care of us."
"Sure," Winter said.
No need to make the kid confront the truth tonight. Alice would find out soon enough that no one was coming to save them. They were on their own.
"If anyone asks, we're sisters," Winter said. "Got that?"
"Okay," Alice said again. She gripped Winter's hand. "Are you a witch?"
Winter watched the lights of the house on Marigold Lane disappear into the night and wondered if Tyler the Creep was dead.
"I don't know," she said.
Four months ago . . .
The dreamer followed the burning footprints through endless halls of fire. He knew his quarry was there, hiding in the shadows of the flames. From time to time he came across ghostly traces of Quinton Zane, faint clues that assured him he was not hallucinating.
The dreamer was ever vigilant. He followed every seething print, every trace of Zane, no matter how faint.
Tonight was not his first trip into the maze. He came this way often and not always in pursuit of Zane. He frequently hunted other killers in the same maze. On those occasions he was almost always successful. He was, after all, very good at what he did. But the calm he experienced in the aftermath of a successful search for a killer other than Zane never lasted long.
There would be no rest until he found Quinton Zane.
The dreamer was not oblivious to the risks he took in the fire maze. He was well aware that he paid a high price for his refusal to turn back from the hunt. But he could not abandon the search even though he feared that with each journey into the nightmare the probability of getting lost in the halls of flames increased.
The sense that time was running out drove him. He could not stop now, even though he was grimly aware that one night he would go too far . . .
The dream ended when the screaming started.
That was pretty much the story of his life, at least when it came to his relationships with women, Jack thought. But this time things were supposed to have a different ending. Then again, he'd hoped for a different ending last time, too. They said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
"Dr. Lancaster. Jack, wake up. Wake up. I'll have to call security if you don't wake up right now. Please, you must wake up."
Jack pulled himself out of the dream with a monumental effort of will. The urge to plunge back into the fiery maze had grown markedly stronger in recent months. It was getting harder to wake up.
But Dr. Margaret Burke was staring at him with the same expression of shock and poorly veiled fear that he'd seen on the faces of other women. The difference this time was that Margaret was not sharing his bed. She was the director of the sleep clinic that had provided him with the bed he had been occupying tonight.
He groaned when he realized he was no longer in the bed in question; no longer attached to the beeping, buzzing monitors. He was standing on the far side of the small room.
To buy himself a little time he went to the table and picked up his eyeglass case. He opened the case with great precision, removed the steel-framed glasses and put them on with both hands.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The story grabs you on the first page and doesn't let go. I absolutely loved the way the story evolved though the three book series.
Untouchable by Jayne Ann Krentz is the 3rd book in her Cutler, Sutter, and Salinas series. This series revolves around 3 adopted brothers, who were saved 20 plus years ago, by the then cop (Anson Salinas) from sure death by a cult leader. Though the cult leader (Quinton Zane) was presumed dead, the Salinas family knows better and has continued to search for the man who killed their mothers, using their private investigation firm run by their adopted father. The first two books belonged to Max and Cabot, and in Untouchable the third brother, Jack takes center stage. Jack Lancaster, is a consultant with the FBI, working on cold cases, especially those caused by fire, and he works occasionally with his foster brothers firm. Jack’s ability enables him to envision the killer’s methods in his dreams, allowing him to be able to find the missing clues, which helps him find the killers. Jack’s dreams though over time have taken a toll on him, with nightmares, so he hires a meditation therapist to help him. Winter Meadows, our heroine, is more than a therapist; as she has her own secrets. Winter is also a hypnotist, who is extremely good at her job, which also puts her in danger from clients. She helps Jack with his dreams, and how to use a code word to get out of the nightmare. Both Jack and Winter have had their own traumatic childhoods, but in a short time their working together will turn into a loyal friendship, and eventually a romance. Quinton Zane is still alive, but under another name (Lucan Tazwell, and working closely with his newly found biological father and brother, heading the Tazewell hedge fund. Lucan hires people to find and kill Jack Lancaster, before he finds him; this will also include killing Winter. Lucan is evil, having killed many as the cult leader, with his hobby of creating fires. He now wants full control of the families hedge fund, and without blinking an eye, he will attempt to kill them too. He knows Jack is getting closer, and pushes his people to do anything to get rid of them. What follows is an exciting and interesting story, especially as we watch Jack go into his dark dreams, and Winter use her fantastic ability with hypnosis. I did like Jack and Winter together, as they made a good couple. There were a few times that the situations were extremely intense, as I sat on the edge of my seat. Krentz always creates excellent characters in her books, and manages to gives us another great couple, , and an evil villain. If you enjoy mystery, suspense, thrillers , then you need to read Untouchable. Even if you have not read the first book, you can read this book very well as a standalone. Once again, Jayne Ann Krentz has given us a wonderfully written story that keeps us engrossed from start to finish.
As always, Krentz doesn’t disappoint. This book is the conclusion to a great trilogy. I’m always amazed at how I could like each couple so much and not have a favorite. Wonderful read.
The third installment of this series remains utterly engaging both in plot and characters. To truly appreciate the evil of the villain and fight on the lead characters hands I do recommend reading the previous two books in the series (When All the Girls Have Gone and Promise Not to Tell). I've really enjoyed the series and hope it continues to be an active series and not just a trilogy. I guess only time and Jayne Ann Krentz will be able to tell if it continues. I can already name several story lines that I would love to see explored.
Anyone who is a fan of JAK will be unsurprised by this wonderful series. As with all her books, it is exciting, funny, human and unpredictable. It kept me on the edge of my seat!!!
When it comes to storytelling, to me, Jayne Ann Krentz is a reigning queen! Her stories always involve suspense and lead characters into some dangerous situations. UNTOUCHABLE is no different.This story is about Winter Meadows and Jack Lancaster. Both of these characters have an awesome backstory, but I think that Winter’s is more interesting…mainly because I already knew Jack from the other books about his foster brothers. Winter Meadows has a talent, one that she has used in the past but has turned into a career as a meditation therapist. And one of her most interesting clients is Jack Lancaster. Jack is a lucid dreamer. Something about him really stirs her senses, but dating clientele is the way to not get more business. But when he saves her from a dangerous situation and starts to connect dots to a danger from his past, it soon becomes time to team up. Jack and his foster brothers have been chasing Quinton Zane for years. Now the time has come for him to finally get his chance to catch Zane and stop him, but only if he can stay one step ahead of his prey. Passion and danger collide when Winter and Jack give in to their attraction, because the danger continues to follow them. Zane gets closer to finishing his job of destroying Jack and his brothers, and Jack is the first one to go. UNTOUCHABLE is phenomenal! Jack is a really interesting character. He reminds me of a sexy teacher with serious alpha vibes that come up when you least expected it. He is very serious, and I think at times his somewhat dry humor made the book more interesting. The chemistry that he and Winter shared in the book just made my reader’s heart sigh with romantic happiness. And Winter is a very strong female character that I really enjoyed. I have to admit, one of my favorite things is that this book starts out in Eclipse Bay! Any fans of JAK know the importance of Eclipse Bay in her other series, as well as Arizona Snow. I think that woman gets better every time she makes an appearance in a book (and I write that with a big smile on my face). Overall, AMAZING! Suspense, passion, danger, and the conclusion to an awesome storyline. All of the Salinas brothers’ books have been fabulous, and I am hoping that even with the conclusion of this storyline there are still more to come from this group of characters. Two thumbs up from me and an RJ RECOMMENDED READ. Happy reading! I received a copy of this book for an honest review. AngelaG, Romance Junkies
In the third book of the Sons of Anson Salinas trilogy by Jayne Ann Krentz, we get the conclusion of the story arc that began when Quentin Zane set fire to the compound he'd set up to bilk people out of money. Three boys were left with no one, so Anson Salinas took them in and raised them as his own. This book tells the story of the third boy, Jack Lancaster. I've been waiting for Untouchable since I finished Promise Not to Tell, last year! How would it end? What twists would the author put in the book to lead us one way while she wrote the story the other? I do wonder, if Quentin Zane hadn't become so involved in his past, would he have made the mistakes he made to allow the book to end as it did? Jack and his romantic interest, Winter Meadows hit it off and were a great couple. The amount of metaphysical ability of both Jack and Winter was interesting, and I felt it added to the book. The inclusion of Eclipse Bay was a surprise, but it also was a great tie-in to some of the other series books written by Krentz. I enjoyed Untouchable. It was a one afternoon read for me and a great escape. Was it the best ever written by Krentz? No, but a good book for an rainy afternoon.
An exciting addition that tied up the loose ends very nicely. I loved it.
Winter has ended up residing in Eclipse Bay. She was a foster child with an unique ability; hypothesis. After many years doing this and that, she has settled. Right now she is a meditation consultant and her patient is Jack Lancaster. He needs help with returning from his lucid dreaming episodes. He is going in deeper and deeper with his cold cases and is apprehensive. Winter gives him a stone and he uses it along with a code word to return from his LD state. Somehow his lifelong enemy has discovered his whereabouts and is dead set on eliminating him, using Winter as a hostage. The adventure begins to see who wins Quinton Zane or Jack Lancaster.
I always buy every new Krentz, Castle, or Quick book as soon as it's published. Jayne is my favorite author. Untouchable has not disappointed me. I'm especially happy to see Jayne include characters and places from her previous books. Also seeing Arizona Snow's character further fleshed out was a nice surprise; AZ's one of my favorite characters. It's good to see Jayne Ann Krentz include a hint of the paranormal in her contemporary world; it makes her characters much more interesting. Her incorporation of the paranormal is one of the reasons I've bought all her books. I find myself going back and reading all of them in chronological order, even the ones without paranormal elements. I enjoy seeing ideas that appear in her earlier books, reappearing in greater and more interesting detail in her later books. I've lost track of the number of times I've read through Jayne's books; they never fail to give my spirits a lift when life has threatened to overwhelm me. One more thing: I'm so glad I've been able to collect all her books in ebook format. No matter where I am, as long as I have my iPad or iPhone with me, I can escape into one of Jayne's worlds and leave mine behind for a while. Thank you Jayne for another great read!
You always know a book by Jayne Ann krentz is going to be good! She never fails to bring the intrigue and romance!
Loved every page. Jayne, please don’t ever stop writing.