Sleeping with Fear: A Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Novel
Bestselling writer Kay Hooper returns with a continuing mystery that brings her readers face-to-face with worry itself. during this terrifying novel, a psychic specific agent unearths herself stuck up in a tangled net of secrets and techniques, lies . . . and evil.
Riley Crane awakened absolutely dressed, a gun below her pillow, and coated in blood. much more scary, she didn’t bear in mind what occurred the evening sooner than. in reality, she slightly remembered the former 3 weeks.
An ex-army officer, now a federal agent assigned to the specified Crimes Unit, Riley used to be a chameleon–a clairvoyant who may possibly mixture in together with her atmosphere, be a person or something she selected to be. The SCU’s specialist at the occult, she’d been despatched to the beachfront cottage on Opal Island by means of her enigmatic leader, Noah Bishop, to examine experiences of risky occult activity.
But that used to be 3 weeks in the past. Now she’s awoken to find that she’s bought a horny new guy in her existence and an unreliable reminiscence, and that the clairvoyant talents she’s consistently trusted to guard her are MIA. Worse but, with SCU assets stretched thinner than ever prior to, Riley is on my own and with out backup, feeling her approach via a perilous video game of blindman’s buff, the place not anyone round her is sort of who or what they appear. And a strange homicide is just the 1st jarring reminder of the way excessive the stakes rather are.
Bishop wishes Riley off the case. So does robust neighborhood D.A. Ash Prescott. either her outdated retired military blood brother Gordon Skinner and Sheriff Jake Ballard think she will capture a vicious killer. yet this kind of 4 males is aware precisely what’s happening during this coastal neighborhood, and that’s wisdom Riley desperately wishes. For what Riley can’t have in mind is extra than sufficient to price her her existence. This time evil isn’t simply nearer than she thinks–it’s already there.
From the Hardcover edition.
To your self. i am getting that, i actually do. We either be aware of I’m a prickly bastard and pretty well a loner myself. All I’m announcing is the subsequent time you opt you need to sleep on my own, a bit extra caution will be appreciated.” i need to have had some other place i wanted to be later final evening. notice to self: evidently whatever last-minute, in any other case i might have headed Ash off lengthy sooner than bedtime. ask yourself what it used to be? Did i do know there has been an individual at risk? That anything undesirable used to be going to take place? And if I did….
And—yes.” Ash grinned at her. “Not an opportunity in hell. you're completely and fully woman, my love, from the pinnacle of your head right down to the ideas of your feet. It essentially oozes out of your pores.” Riley missed the lurch within her on the unforeseen endearment and pulled on a contemplating frown. “I’m under no circumstances certain that’s a compliment.” “It’s disarming, that’s what it truly is. Dandy camouflage for the razor-sharp brain at the back of these colossal eyes.” “Mmm. yet you weren’t disarmed, huh?” “I wasn’t.
Swiss-cheese reminiscence and still-dulled senses. Ash had gotten out while he observed them drawing close and, after they joined him at the sidewalk, requested Riley, “Any principles approximately our mysterious arsonist?” “Nothing important, I’m afraid,” she responded, pushing the dead concerns out of her brain for the instant. “Still considering it may be a part of a few type of occult activity?” “I nonetheless can’t rule it out.” Riley shrugged. “I’ve received to perform a little research, see if any of this matches any identified pattern.” “Would you.
used to be horrified, but—” “Horrified by way of what? Riley, what the hell happened?” She seemed up at him, wishing she didn’t think so vulnerable and tired, so totally bewildered. “I—saw what occurred the following. at the very least, i feel I did.” “The murder?” “Yeah. Except…” She fought to imagine in actual fact. “Except it wasn’t correct. He hadn’t been tortured previously. And blood couldn’t have splashed the flat altar stone simply because there has been whatever mendacity throughout it, masking it virtually thoroughly. And there has been an excessive amount of noise,.
on the laptop’s reveal, aware of a second of sheer vertigo. every thing in her looked to be whirling dizzily, time and area and fact tumbling. She positioned her arms as much as her face, rubbing difficult till the whirling stopped, the dizziness light, then opened her eyes carefully to see on the display back. Her document. document? extra reluctant than she desired to admit to herself, she shifted her gaze to the decrease right-hand nook of the monitor, to the date and time. A.M. Friday morning.