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Scorpio obsessed, with a mind as strong as twisted steel, Henry Slater, suave, sophisticated, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy is the perfect man—except to women who tell him what he doesn’t want to hear.
Dr. John Trenton is called back to NYC for a case close to his heart, while NYPD Detective Samantha “Sam” Wright and forensic psychiatrist Doctor Frank Khaos, conflicted about their on-again-off-again relationship, take on another case—a serial killer who’s orchestrated sixteen murders across the United States over a nine-year period. The seventeenth victim is Sam’s best friend, Carrie Baines. When forensic science connects Frank to Slater, Frank is pushed to delve into his past, something he swore never to do. Meanwhile, due to the interstate nature of the crimes, the FBI gets involved, convincing Sam to go undercover. But Slater is clever, and Sam is no match for him. Will her psychic skills and police training be enough to survive this close encounter with a killer, or will she end up as his eighteenth victim? And even if she lives, is her relationship with Frank really over?
Dr. John Trenton is called back to NYC for a case close to his heart, while NYPD Detective Samantha “Sam” Wright and forensic psychiatrist Doctor Frank Khaos, conflicted about their on-again-off-again relationship, take on another case—a serial killer who’s orchestrated sixteen murders across the United States over a nine-year period. The seventeenth victim is Sam’s best friend, Carrie Baines. When forensic science connects Frank to Slater, Frank is pushed to delve into his past, something he swore never to do. Meanwhile, due to the interstate nature of the crimes, the FBI gets involved, convincing Sam to go undercover. But Slater is clever, and Sam is no match for him. Will her psychic skills and police training be enough to survive this close encounter with a killer, or will she end up as his eighteenth victim? And even if she lives, is her relationship with Frank really over?
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Excerpt
At the Manhattan Midtown-South
precinct
She looked up at Frank and
understood his glare. Loo was a man who didn’t react well to overly emotional
detectives. Okay, job first. She stood still, facing
Frank, looked around at the beige walls to calm her thoughts, swallowed,
inhaled deeply, and then nodded to him that she was ready. She released
from him and took another glimpse at the walls. For some reason staring at the
bland emptiness quieted her brain. She needed that now—mainly to hear and
digest what Loo said before she reacted or overreacted.
They walked down the hall to Loo’s office, and she knocked on the
door.
“Come in.” Lieutenant Rojas’ voice was strong, but he didn’t seem
to be annoyed. That was good.
Sam and Frank entered and pulled chairs from the conference table
to around Loo’s desk.
Her partner Nick in his usual detective attire, khaki’s and brown
jacket, sat opposite Loo’s desk. “I’m sorry, Sam, really.”
Sam lowered her eyes. “Thanks, Nick. And thanks to the two of you
for coming in.”
Loo pulled off his black framed glasses, and carefully placed them
on the desk, before he spoke. “Detective Wright, I’ve already said this once,
but it seems that you need repetition. You are not getting involved in the
Carolyn Baines case.”
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