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Secrets are every where

Excerpt of Dead Aim by Iris Johansen

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Bantam
March 2004
On Sale: August 25, 2007
Featuring: Sarah Patrick and John Logan; Judd Morgan; Alex Graham
340 pages
ISBN: 0553584383
EAN: 9780553584387
Paperback (reprint)
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Romance Suspense

Also by Iris Johansen:

Blink of an Eye, November 2021
Mass Market Paperback
High Stakes, September 2021
Hardcover / e-Book / audiobook
Bonnie, July 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Bullet, June 2021
Hardcover / e-Book
Chaos, May 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Quinn, May 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Eve, March 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Blink of an Eye, February 2021
Hardcover / e-Book
The Persuasion, January 2021
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Smokescreen, September 2020
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Chaos, September 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
The Persuasion, June 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
Smokescreen, February 2020
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Hindsight, January 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
Hindsight, January 2020
Paperback / e-Book
Smokescreen, August 2019
Hardcover / e-Book
Vendetta, July 2019
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Dark Tribute, April 2019
Hardcover / e-Book
Double Blind, March 2019
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Shattered Mirror, December 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Vendetta, November 2018
Hardcover / e-Book
Mind Game, October 2018
Mass Market Paperback
Double Blind, July 2018
Hardcover / e-Book
Shattered Mirror, May 2018
Hardcover / e-Book
Look Behind You, April 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Mind Game, November 2017
Hardcover / e-Book
No Easy Target, October 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Blind Alley, September 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Look Behind You, July 2017
Hardcover / e-Book
No Easy Target, May 2017
Hardcover / e-Book
Night and Day, March 2017
Mass Market Paperback
Night Watch, November 2016
Hardcover / e-Book
Night and Day, July 2016
Hardcover / e-Book
Hide Away, May 2016
Hardcover / e-Book
Shadow Play, October 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
The Naked Eye, July 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
Your Next Breath, March 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
Sight Unseen, July 2014
Hardcover / e-Book
Live To See Tomorrow, May 2014
Hardcover / e-Book
Silencing Eve, October 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Hunting Eve, July 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Taking Eve, April 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Sleep No More, October 2012
Hardcover / e-Book
Close Your Eyes, July 2012
Hardcover / e-Book
What Doesn't Kill You, April 2012
Hardcover / e-Book
Bonnie, February 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Bonnie, October 2011
Hardcover / e-Book
Quinn, July 2011
Hardcover / e-Book
Shadow Zone, June 2011
Mass Market Paperback
Chasing The Night, May 2011
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Eve, April 2011
Hardcover / e-Book
Chasing The Night, October 2010
Hardcover / e-Book
Eight Days To Live, April 2010
Hardcover / e-Book
Notorious, January 2010
Mass Market Paperback (reprint)
The Treasure: A Novel, December 2009
Mass Market Paperback
Blood Games, October 2009
Hardcover / e-Book
Storm Cycle, August 2009
Hardcover
Deadlock, May 2009
Hardcover
The Treasure, December 2008
Hardcover
Dark Summer, November 2008
Hardcover
Touch The Horizon, October 2008
Mass Market Paperback (reprint)
Lion's Bride, September 2008
Mass Market Paperback (reprint)
The Golden Valkyrie, August 2008
Mass Market Paperback (reprint)
Silent Thunder, July 2008
Hardcover
Quicksand, May 2008
Hardcover / e-Book
Stalemate, January 2008
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
A Summer Smile, December 2007
Mass Market Paperback (reprint)
Pandora's Daughter, October 2007
Hardcover / e-Book
Killer Dreams, September 2007
Paperback (reprint)
Stalemate, January 2007
Hardcover / e-Book
On the Run, December 2006
Paperback (reprint)
DeLaney Christmas Carol, November 2006
Paperback (reprint)
An Unexpected Song, August 2006
Hardcover (reprint)
The Search, July 2006
Paperback (reprint)
Killer Dreams, June 2006
Hardcover
On the Run, January 2006
Hardcover
Firestorm, August 2005
Paperback (reprint)
Countdown, May 2005
Hardcover / e-Book
Blind Alley, March 2005
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
The Delaney Christmas Carol, November 2004
Hardcover (reprint)
Fatal Tide, August 2004
Paperback (reprint)
Dead Aim, March 2004
Paperback (reprint)
No One To Trust, August 2003
Paperback (reprint)
Body of Lies, March 2003
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Final Target, February 2002
Paperback (reprint)
The Search, May 2001
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Killing Game, May 2000
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Face of Deception, June 1999
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)

Excerpt of Dead Aim by Iris Johansen

The shot was an explosion that spewed a shower of bright sparks from the pistol's muzzle into the darkness and kicked the barrel upward, but the arm of the shooter quickly straightened to level it again. The shooter fired the second and third shots into the lighted interior of the car, and the late-night silence returned. After a few seconds, crickets began to chirp tentatively again from nearby yards.

There were three holes punched through the rear window of the car, and even from his vantage across the alley behind the shooter, Parish could see that Mark Romano's head had been pounded forward, and the windshield had been sprayed nearly opaque with his bright red blood.

Parish watched as one of the women gently but firmly placed her arm around the shooter's left shoulder and took the gun from the right hand. The waiting escape car rolled up and within a few heartbeats the shooter had been hustled into the back seat. Parish leaned in to speak softly to the driver. "Go ahead. We'll finish up here."

The car moved off down the alley with its lights still out. Parish walked into the garage, stopped by the side of Romano's car, and bent to stare into the still-lighted interior at the bloody face to be sure there was no possibility of life. He reached across the body to the dashboard and took the remote control unit. He closed the car door, stepped out of the garage, and pushed the remote control button to bring the door down to cover the scene.

As he turned, Spangler emerged from the darkness at his side and pointed at the back of a house down the alley. "There was a face in that window for a second."

"Better take care of it beforewe go," whispered Parish. "They haven't had enough time to get the shooter out of the area."

The two men walked quickly and silently up the alley. They were both tall, but they moved toward the house with a surprising ability to blend into their surroundings, passing through each shadowy space beside the garages, moving along rows of garbage cans to make their shapes get lost to the eye among the many others in the dark alley.

The house was two lots down from Mark Romano's-they had waited for a night when the nearest neighbors were away-so the face could not have seen much from that window, beyond the six-foot cinder-block wall that separated the alley from the yard. Parish and Spangler moved to the wall, barely glancing at each other, as though they had done this so many times that each knew the steps, neither needing to check where the other was.

In seconds Parish was up and over the wall into the yard behind the house, and Spangler had made his way along the fence beside it. As Spangler went over the fence and dashed up the low steps toward the kitchen door, he could hear Parish breaking the glass in the window at the back of the house, and he hit the door with his shoulder before the musical sound of glass hitting the floor inside the house had stopped.

The door flew inward, cracked into the wall, bounced, and swung back, but Spangler was already across the small kitchen, his gun drawn, slipping up the hallway toward the back bedroom at a run. He went low, held his pistol ahead of him, and stepped into the doorway.

He saw a man in boxer shorts standing inside the room leaning against the wall, both hands on an aluminum baseball bat, waiting for Parish to try to climb in through the broken window beside him. Spangler fired once into the man's chest as Parish fired twice through the window into the room.

Spangler's head spun so he could see what Parish had shot. It seemed at first that it was just a lump in the blanket, but then Spangler saw the telephone cord leading from the nightstand under the covers. He tore the blanket and sheet aside to reveal the body of the woman, the telephone receiver still clutched in her hand.

He moved to the window, pulled the sash up, and stepped back to let Parish climb in. Parish glanced at the man on the floor as he hurried to the bed where the woman lay. He snatched the telephone from her fingers, put it to his ear, and smiled as he set it in its cradle. "Dial tone. She hadn't gotten the call off yet."

"Close, though," said Spangler. He turned to go.

"Not yet." He nodded at the dead man below the window. "That bat isn't the right size for him, is it?"

Spangler whispered, "Kids?"

"Better check."

Spangler followed Parish into the hallway, mirroring his rapid, efficient movements. Parish stopped at each doorway on the left, put his head inside, turned to look both ways, then moved on. Spangler took the doorways on the right. Parish stopped at the end of the hall, where the door was closed. He tried the handle, found that it would not turn, and nodded to Spangler. Then he stepped back and kicked.

As the door flew open, Spangler stepped in after it. He decided that the boy crouching on the floor at the far end of the bunk bed must be nine or ten, and the little sister he had pushed behind him would be around five. Parish and Spangler seemed to have the same thought, which was that they must make use of the children's shock and immobility before they tried to run or crawl under something, as children often did. Both men centered their shots in the children's foreheads.

Parish and Spangler left the room and continued up the hallway. It did not make sense to go out the way they had come. The only car in the alley had been the one that had been used to spirit the shooter away, and there was nothing left near Romano's body that they needed to think about any further. They walked across the small, drab living room, carefully avoided a skateboard that had been left near the front door, slipped the latch, and stepped outside. They made their way around the corner to the car they had parked there, and Spangler drove them up the street toward the freeway entrance.

Forty-five minutes later, when they were driving north beside the ocean, Parish opened his window and tossed the remote control for Mark Romano's garage door opener out onto the pavement. The little plastic case broke apart with the impact and the pieces bounced a few times, cartwheeling and then sliding to a stop a few feet apart in the right lane, where they would be crushed to bits by the next car, or the next, or the one after that.

Excerpt from Dead Aim by Iris Johansen
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