Detective Malcolm Kier has seen some gruesome cases in his time on the force but human bones arranged on display in the middle of a park where children play is one of the strangest he has come across. The fact that nothing remains on the bones to identify the victim leaves more questions than answers so Malcolm digs in and does what he does best, his job. The missing persons files is the first place Malcolm looks. He finds a disturbing connection to Defense Attorney Angie Carlson, otherwise known as "The Barracuda" for her tenacity in the courtroom. A few years ago, Angie represented a plastic surgeon on trial for the attempted murder of a prostitute and won making enemies of most cops in the area. Unfortunately, the more digging Malcolm does, the more he finds that Angie maybe more involved than she wants to be with death of a few more clients.
Defense Attorney Angie Carlson is a creature of habit, finding solitude in keeping a schedule which is a must for a survivor such as herself. Angie has overcome cancer and alcoholism all the while making a name for herself as a sought after defense attorney. The cancer was beaten by shear will but the fame for defending a plastic surgeon of attempted murder came at the price of her soul which led to too many glasses of wine to sooth her guilt. Angie's relationship with Detective Malcolm Kier is always strained but when he starts asking questions regarding a current client and the possibility of a connection with a client from the past Angie is forced to look at the details herself. As the past and present collide, Angie finds herself drowning in fear and the need to survive a serial killer.
Mary Burton writes a chilling sequel to Senseless with crazy twists, surprising turns, and creepy scenes that will make you lock your doors and leave the lights on at night. A completely exciting and thrilling read.
No Pity
Each skeleton is flawlessβgleaming white and perfectly
preserved, a testament to his skill. Every scrap of flesh
has been removed to reveal the glistening bone beneath. And
the collection is growingβ¦
No Compassion
When bleached human bones are identified as belonging to a
former patient of Dr. James Dixon, Detective Malcolm Kier
suspects the worst. Dixon was recently acquitted of
attempted murder, thanks to defense attorney Angie Carlson.
But as the body count rises, Kier is convinced that Angie is
now the target of a brutal, brilliant psychopath.
No Escape
Angie is no stranger to the dark side of human nature. But
nothing has prepared her for the decades-long legacy of
madness and murder about to be revealedβor a killer ready to
claim her as his ultimate trophyβ¦
EXCERPT
When her watch beeped and signaled sheβd swam thirty
minutes she glided into the wall, breathless but totally
relaxed. She pushed out of the water and crossed to the
bank of chairs where sheβd draped her towel. Sheβd barely
dried her eyes and hair when she heard a deep voice call
out her name.
Angie stiffened. She recognized the gruff baritone.
Detective Malcolm Kier. The cop made no effort to hide his
contempt for her and her work. Instantly, she wished she
had on her business suit and high heels. She straightened
her shoulders and faced him. βDetective Kier. What a
lovely surprise.β
He possessed a powerful build. Not more than an inch
taller than her, he radiated a raw energy and a donβt-fuck-
with-me demeanor that intimidated most everyone. He
rattled her as well, but sheβd decided long ago that sheβd
eat dirt before she ever let him know it.
βCounselor. Good to see you stay in shape.β He wore
denims with muddied hems, a faded flannel shirt, a jean
jacket and scuffed work boots. A leather gun holster
peaked out from under his jacket.
βI try. You just roll in from the mountains?β
βJust about.β
βYouβre a regular Grizzly Adams.β
His grin did not reach his eyes. βThatβs right.β
Water dripped from her suit. Drying herself off in front
of Kier felt awkward. But the cooling air and her refusal
to be intimidated motivated her to slowly begin drying her
arms and legs as if she didnβt have a worry in the
world. βSo what brings you to the gym, detective? Looking
into membership?β
His gaze didnβt waver. βNo, Iβm here on official business.β
She wrapped the towel around her waist, tucked it in place
and scooted her feet into waiting flip-flops. How had he
found her? And then she remembered that sheβd once told
Kierβs partner, her sisterβs boyfriend, that she swam daily
here. βNeed an attorney?β she goaded. βIβd be happy to
see you in my office. Feel free to call my secretary for
an appointment.β
βI donβt need your services.β
βThen why are you here? Bored? Here to rattle my cage a
little more?β Kier had been a constant shadow presence
since the Dixon trial. It seemed he never missed an
opportunity to annoy her.
βI donβt rattle your cage.β The smugness didnβt support
the words. βI could care less about you.β
βThat why I see you at Kingβs several nights a week?β
He shrugged. βI like the food. Plus you know I took an
apartment across the street.β
βRight. So why is it you always make a point to hold me up
in the courthouse when Iβm late?β
βJust making conversation.β
βHow about the four parking tickets Iβve gotten in the last
year.β
βThe city marks its No Parking zones clearly. Youβre being
paranoid.β He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out
a theater program. βIβd like you to look at this.β
Annoyance crept up her back bunching the muscles sheβd
worked so hard to relax. βThis is not the best time for me
to discuss the arts, detective.β
As if she hadnβt spoken he turned a program toward
her. βDo you know this woman?β
She held his gaze not wanting to look and give him the
satisfaction that heβd won this little standoff. βLike I
said, call my secretary.β
His stare darkened like an angry storm on the horizon, but
it didnβt waiver nor did the picture in his hand. βLook
here, or look at the station. Makes no difference to me.β
βYou wouldnβt.β
βNothing would give me more pleasure than to steal a few
billable hours from you.β
Asshole. Heβd do it. She blinked and lowered her gaze to
the program. The young womanβs pale face and blond hair
accentuated a high slash of cheekbones. Bright green eyes
sparked and her lip curved upward as if she knew a secret.
Angie knew her. βHer name is listed in the program. You
can read, canβt you?β
He held the picture out an extra beat then slowly tucked it
back in his jacket pocket. βHow long has Sierra Day been
your client?β
Staring down angry cops and prosecutors was part of any
defense attorneyβs turf. βI donβt discuss my clients. You
remember attorney client privilege, donβt you detective?β
βWhy did she hire you?β
βI canβt tell you that.β
βTell me about the divorce. Was it nasty?β
βSeeing as you have all the answers why are you here?β
βWord is she and her soon-to-be ex husband mixed it up a
few times.β
βTalk to him.β
βIβm asking you.β
And then she cut through her own indignation and really
thought about why he was here. Kier was a homicide
detective and he wasnβt making a social call. What had
happened? She thought about the last time sheβd seen
Sierra. The woman had breezed into her office unannounced
and demanded that Angie settle her divorce immediately.
Sierra needed cash and wasnβt ashamed to admit it.
βDo you know where she might be?β Kier said.
Sierra could be reckless. βWhy the interest in Sierra
Day? Is she in trouble?β
βShe was reported missing by the West End Theatre manager
ten days ago.β
βYou donβt work Missing Persons.β
He shifted his stance. βDid her husband ever threaten
Sierra?β
βHas something happened to Sierra?β
βLike I said, she is missing.β
βAnd like I said you donβt work Missing Persons. What
arenβt you telling me, detective?β
He studied her. βSierraβs stats match the characteristics
of a body we found late last night.β
βCharacteristics?β
βFemale. Mid-twenties. Five foot six to five foot eight.β
βThat fits Sierra and a lot of other women.β
Her skin chilled. βWhat else do you know about your
victim?β
βNot much.β
βMeaning?β
He studied her, as if wondering how much to give for
maximum return. βAll we have are bones.β