The Next Accident: An FBI Profiler Novel
New York occasions bestselling writer Lisa Gardner is on the most sensible of her shape as she takes us on a determined manhunt for a killer who preys upon his sufferers’ minds—just prior to he claims their lives.
What do you do whilst a killer pursuits the folks you like the main? while he understands tips on how to lead them to susceptible? while he is familiar with an analogous approximately you?
These are the questions that hang-out FBI distinct Agent Pierce Quincy. The police say his daughter’s dying used to be an coincidence. Quincy will probability every little thing to profit the truth—and there’s just one individual keen to aid. Ex-cop Rainie Connor had as soon as been paired professionally—and personally—with the intense FBI profiler. He helped her throughout the darkest days of her lifestyles.
Now it’s time for Rainie to come back the prefer. yet this killer is like none those hard-boiled execs have ever encountered. This twisted psychopath has an insatiable starvation for revenge...and for worry. because the clock ticks all the way down to one unspeakably intimate act of vengeance, the one manner Rainie can unmask this killer is to step without delay in his murderous course. she's going to turn into a homicide ready to take place. she's going to be...the subsequent accident.
Them. Out of the nook of his eye, he discerned one other flow within the historical past, yet once more he resisted the temptation to appear. He homed in on Andrews, focusing now on narrowing the man’s universe. there has been simply Andrews, Kimberly, and Quincy. only one vicious predator, one daughter, and one father made up our minds to maintain his baby secure. If he had eyes just for Andrews, Andrews may have eyes just for him. Rainie … The relaxation has to be a bounce of religion. “How does it suppose, Quincy?” Andrews.
Eyes. “I’m nearly as good because it gets,” he endured relentlessly. “Without me, Mandy, you’ll be lost.” “I be aware of, I know.” “Your personal father left you. Now, I’m doing an analogous. The weekend visits will cease, then the telephone calls. after which it is going to simply be you, Mandy, on their own evening after evening after night.” She sobbed tougher. Salt on her cheeks, champagne on her lips. So by myself. The black abyss. on my own, on my own, by myself. “Face it, Mandy,” he acknowledged lightly. “You’re no longer more than enough to maintain a guy. You’re not anything.
“Somebody needed to have heard something,” Rainie acknowledged, her voice now not relatively sounding like her personal. “How may all of this cross on with out an individual calling the police?” “The past proprietor was once a live performance pianist,” Glenda acknowledged. “When he had town residence redone 20 years in the past, he soundproofed the partitions so he wouldn’t disturb his neighbors.” “Who … who eventually referred to as the police?” “Quincy.” “He used to be here?” “He claims he drove the following almost immediately after nighttime, whilst he nonetheless couldn’t succeed in his ex-wife.
Anything.” “Bullshit! It’s one other bread crumb you’re tossing my method and we either understand it. You’re an FBI agent. you've entry in your personal crime lab; you've 100 instances the variety of contacts I do.” “All of whom probably want to recognize why I’m asking questions. All of whom will pry into my family’s lifestyles and may take a seat in judgment of my issues, whether they're too well mannered to accuse me of denial.” “I’m purely saying—” “I understand I’m in denial! I’m her father, for God’s sake. after all I’m in.
“it’s me.” He sighed seriously in his sleep. Then he rolled over on his correct part, clear of her. She sat beside him. She inhaled the faint, soapy odor of his cologne. A 12 months later she nonetheless didn’t be aware of its identify and he or she questioned why she’d by no means requested him. again whilst they’d attempted relationship, she may go back domestic with that odor nonetheless lingering in her nostrils. She’d go to sleep smelling Quincy, and burrow deeper into the covers like a happy cat. while she awakened the following morning, alone,.