"An unforgettable and compelling romantic suspense"
Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted March 31, 2020
Romance Suspense | Thriller Police Procedural
Heather Graham takes great care in plunging readers into the life of her characters. THE FINAL DECEPTION does precisely that from word one to the last as you get caught up in the lives of Craig and Kieran, Kieran's family, the danger and intrigue, and love.
The Fireman, a notorious killer who claims voices made him commit his worst crimes, has confessed and now sits in prison. That is, until he escapes, drawing our heroes into his tangled web. F.B.I. Agent Craig Frasier and his fiancee Kieran Finnegan find themselves on the hunt for the escapee when another death, similar to his particular style, happens just hours after his escape. Kieran had interviewed him, and she is sure there is something else going on. Is it the Fireman? A copycat? Or someone else with a twisted agenda and no issue taking advantage of a troubled man.
THE FINAL DECEPTION is the fifth of Ms. Graham's New York Confidential series. Fans of this particular series will once again find themselves at Finnegan's Pub, caught up in the family's antics and protectiveness, the investigations and it's procedures, with a couple trying to make a life together - all mixed into the sights and sounds of New York. Even having read the other four in the series, I was still amazed at how much more I learned about Craig and Kieran and thought it was cute how they ended up with a puppy. Craig can be such a softy when he isn't worried about Kieran getting involved in dangerous cases. The danger and intrigue do, of course, have a sweet and steamy romance side as the couple looks toward the future and move into a condo together.
There is a lot happening in THE FINAL DECEPTION that will have you wondering where Ms. Graham possibly came up with all these twists and turns. As a fan of mysteries, I always try to come up with the answer before the final reveal, and I am happy to say I got - well part of it - right before the reveal. You will have to read for yourself to find out who the real bad guy (or is it guys?) is. You will not regret one moment of your reading time spent with this compelling mystery.
Also, fans of this series will be thrilled with the happily ever after that finally comes for Craig and Kieran. What else can I say but grab THE FINAL DECEPTION and enjoy.
SUMMARY
How do you confront a threat that is hiding in plain sight? FBI agent Craig Frasier and psychologist Kieran Finnegan hunt a serial killer with a too-close connection to Finnegan’s Pub in this explosive thriller, the latest story in the New York Confidential series
It was one of Kieran’s most chilling cases: her assessment of a murderer known as the Fireman. There was no doubt that the man was dangerous and needed to be locked away for his gruesome acts. Now Craig is called to a crime scene that matches the killer’s methods, and news breaks that the Fireman has escaped prison.
Amid a citywide manhunt, Kieran and Craig need to untangle a web of deceit, privilege and greed. They begin to suspect there is a new threat stalking the streets of Manhattan. Either those closest to the killer have been drawn into his evil, or someone is using another man’s madness and cruelty to disguise their crimes.
When their investigation brings the danger right to the doorstep of Finnegan’s Pub, Kieran and Craig will have to be smarter and bolder than ever before, because this time it’s personal, and they have everything to lose.
ExcerptPROLOGUE
CRAIG FRASIER BREATHED IT IN BEFORE HE COULD STOP himself; the bloodcurdling scent of burning flesh.
Human flesh.
Flames still skittered over the body—an accelerant had been used. As he stood there in the small dark alley, he heard others rushing in: Mike Dalton, his partner, and patrol officers. He heard the sirens; the fire department was coming.
But there was no saving this victim.
Craig was already tamping the fire out; an extinguisher would make the work of the medical examiner more difficult.
But he knew what the medical examiner would find.
The victim had been strangled, then the tongue had been cut out. And then the eyes had been gouged out. Death had occurred, mercifully, before the fire had been set.
The corpses haunted his dreams. Burned shells, some flesh and soft tissue remaining, charred and clinging to the bones, mummy-like. The mouth in the blackened skull was agape, and those empty, soulless eye sockets seemed to be staring up, as if they could still see, as if they stared at him in reproach…
Why hadn’t they caught the killer sooner?
He heard a rustling sound. Looking across the alley, Craig saw a shadow moving. Leaving the corpse to others, he took off like a bullet. He pursued the moving shadow at a run…running and running for blocks. The city was a blur around him.
He reached apartments on Madison, with a coffee shop and a dress store on the first floor, just as the gate at the street entry to the residential units above was closing. He caught the gate, and he reached the elevator in time to see what floor it stopped on. He followed.
And again, as he arrived, a door was just closing; he didn’t let it close.
And there he was: the Fireman, still smelling faintly of gasoline, ready to sit down to a lovely dinner with his family. About to say a prayer before the meal…just a husband and a father, and a man who looked at Craig and calmly said, “So, my work is over. But I have obeyed the commandments given me, and I will go with you.”
Why did you take so long? The corpse again! In Craig’s dreams, the corpse was back, animated, flying at him like a ghostly banshee, issuing a silent scream.
Craig opened his eyes.
He didn’t awake screaming or startled—he didn’t jerk up. It was almost as if he always knew it was a dream, reliving the day the Fireman had gone down.
He’d had the dream several times before. But, now, it seemed as though it had been a long time. Weeks. He’d thought he’d ceased experiencing it altogether. He’d been doing all the right things: quietly seeing a Bureau shrink a few times, following their advice. He hadn’t told Kieran Finnegan, his fiancée, about his recurring nightmare, and while she was a criminal psychologist working with two of the city’s finest criminal psychiatrists, he’d made a point of not telling her or her bosses.
He’d thought he’d settled it on his own. It was a little strange and sometimes intimidating being in love with someone who studied the human psyche, and he hadn’t wanted Kieran worried about him or trying to analyze him.
Why the hell had the dream come back?
He felt Kieran shift against him. He pulled her into his arms and she rolled, crystal eyes opening wide when she realized that he was awake.
And aroused. Kieran’s tangle of auburn hair was a wild mass around her face, emphasizing her eyes and the quick smile that came to her lips.
“Ah!” she murmured, feeling his arousal against her.
“Your fault,” he accused.
“Well, thankfully. What time is it?” she asked with a soft whisper.
He laughed. “Quickie time, or time for a quickie,” he said.
Her smile deepened, and there was something so sensual about it that it never failed to increase whatever he had begun to feel.
In her arms, in the liquid burn of kisses here and there strategically placed, in the swift—and intense—blaze of arching and writhing and thrusting, all else faded.
After, Craig headed for the shower. He was an FBI agent in the Criminal Division of New York City’s branch of the FBI. He could be satisfied in having brought down several killers. But there would be more; a sad fact of the world and humanity.
He was blessed to have his job, his vocation, and it was time to go to work.
He shoved the dream into the back of his mind.
Whatever his day held, he’d already seen the worst that this world could offer.
Little did he know.
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