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Special Agents Jeffrey John, Art Westveer and Harry Kern for taking time out of your busy schedules at Quantico’s FBI Academy to show me around and give me some idea of what it’s like to be a “real” FBI agent and profiler. And also, thanks to Special Agent Steve Frank.
Dr. Gene Egnoski, psychologist and cousin extraordinaire, for taking time to help me psychoanalyze my killers and not thinking it strange to do so. And special thanks to Mary Egnoski for listening patiently and encouraging us.
John Philpin, author and retired forensic psychologist, for generously answering without hesitation every question I’ve ever thrown at you.
Beth Black and your wonderful staff for your energy, your unwavering support and your friendship.
Sandy Montang and the Omaha Chapter of Sisters in Crime for your inspiration.
And once again, to all the book buyers, booksellers and book readers for making room on your lists, your shelves and in your homes for a new voice.
Special thanks to all my friends and family for their love and support, especially the following:
Patti El-Kachouti, Jeanie Shoemaker Mezger and John Mezger, LaDonna Tworek, Kenny and Connie Kava, Nicole Friend, Annie Belatti, Ellen Jacobs, Natalie Cummings and Lilyan Wilder for sticking by me during the dark days of this past year as well as celebrating the bright ones.
Marlene Haney for helping me keep things in perspective and then, of course, helping me “deal with it.”
Sandy Rockwood for insisting you can’t wait for the finished product, which in itself is always a much-appreciated pat on the back. Mary Means for taking such loving care of my kids while I’m on the road. I couldn’t do what I do without the peace of mind you provide. Rich Kava, retired firefighter and paramedic as well as cousin and friend, for listening, encouraging, sharing your stories and always making me laugh.
Sharon Car, fellow writer and friend, for letting me vent despite my good fortune.
Richard Evnen for witty repartee, kind and genuine words of encouragement and a friendship that includes pretending I know what I’m doing, even though we both know otherwise. Father Dave Korth for making me realize what a rare gift it is to be a “cocreator.”
Patricia Kava, my mother, whose undeniable strength is a true inspiration.
Edward Kava, my father, who passed away October 17, 2001, and who was surely a cocreator in his own right.
And last but certainly never least, a “from the heart” thank-you to Debbie Carlin. Your spirit and energy, your generosity, your friendship and love have made an amazing difference in my life. I will always feel blessed that our paths have crossed.
Beware the soul catcher
Who comes in a flash of light.
Trust not a word.
Meet not his eye.
Lest he catch your soul,
Trapping it for all eternity
In his little black box.
—Anonymous
CHAPTER 1
WEDNESDAY
November 20
Suffolk County, Massachusetts,
on the Neponset River
Eric Pratt leaned his head against the cabin wall. Plaster crumbled. It trickled down his shirt collar, sticking to the sweat on the back of his neck like tiny insects attempting to crawl beneath his skin. Outside it had gotten quiet—too quiet—the silence grinding seconds into minutes and minutes into eternity. What the hell were they up to?
With the floodlights no longer blasting through the dirty windows, Eric had to squint to make out the hunched shadows of his comrades. They were scattered throughout the cabin. They were exhausted and tense but ready and waiting. In the twilight, he could barely see them, but he could smell them: the pungent odor of sweat mixed with what he had come to recognize as the scent of fear.
Freedom of speech. Freedom from fear.
Where was that freedom now? Bullshit! It was all bullshit! Why hadn’t he seen that long ago?
He relaxed his grip on the AR-15 assault rifle. In the last hour, the gun had grown heavier, yet, it remained the only thing that brought him a sense of security. He was embarrassed to admit that the gun gave him more comfort than any of David’s mumblings of prayer or Father’s radioed