Kathryn Dance eBook Boxed Set (Kathryn Dance, Books 1-2; Lincoln Rhyme, Book 7)
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Get on the case with Kathryn Dance.
Three novels featuring California Bureau of Investigations body language expert Agent Kathryn Dance from internationally bestselling suspense master and seven-time Edgar Award nominee Jeffery Deaver, plus an excerpt from the next Kathryn Dance novel, XO (publishing June 2012).
The Cold Moon
On a freezing December night, with a full moon hovering over New York City, two people are brutally murdered. The death scenes are marked by eerie, matching calling cards: moon-faced clocks that investigators fear ticked away the victims' last moments on earth. Renowned criminologist Lincoln Rhyme immediately identifies the clock distributor and has the chilling realization that the killer—who has dubbed himself the Watchmaker—has more murders planned in the hours to come. With Rhyme’s longtime love Amelia Sachs now busy as the lead detective on a homicide case of her own, it will take the expertise of Agent Kathryn Dance to stop the Watchmaker killings and unravel the trail of a diabolical criminal masterwork in the making.
The Sleeping Doll
Daniel Pell, the “Son of Manson,” is serving a life sentence for the brutal murders of the wealthy Croyton family, a crime mirroring those perpetrated by Charles Manson in the 1960s, and that left behind only one survivor: the youngest Croyton daughter, who, because she was in bed hidden by her toys, was dubbed “the Sleeping Doll.” When Agent Kathryn Dance is called in to interrogate Pell in connection with a recent murder, the psychological jousting match that ensues goes terribly wrong, and Pell escapes. But far from simply fleeing, Pell turns on his pursuers—and other innocents—for reasons Dance and her colleagues can’t discern. The only person who can help her find the pattern in Pell’s rampage is the now-teenage girl who lay as though asleep through that terrible night.
The Monterey Peninsula is rocked by fear when a killer begins to leave roadside crosses beside local highways—not in memoriam, but as announcements of his intentions to kill. And he kills in particularly horrific and efficient ways: using personal details about his victims that they've carelessly posted in blogs and on social networking websites. Agent Kathryn Dance traces the leads to Travis Brigham, a troubled teenager whose role in a fatal car accident has inspired vicious attacks against him on a popular blog, The Chilton Report. To get to Brigham, Dance must overcome speechifying politicians, paranoid parents, and the blogger himself, James Chilton, whose willingness to derail the case—and possibly Dance’s career—soon forces Dance to take desperate measures.
Country-pop ingénue Kayleigh Towne’s career is reaching new heights with her huge hit single “Your Shadow”—but increased fame is also bringing unwanted attention to the young singer. An innocent exchange with one of her fans, signed with an “XO,” leads Kayleigh into a dangerous and terrifying realm of obsession. Despite her clear rejection and threats from lawyers and law enforcers, Edwin Sharp remains convinced that Kayleigh loves him, and he announces he's coming for her. A series of accidents and disturbing phone calls lead Kayleigh to believe her life is in danger, and soon people close to Kayleigh die. Agent Kathryn Dance must stop the stalker—but before long she learns that, like many celebrities, Kayleigh has more than one fan with a mission…
cracking, Baxter said, “Whatta you think it is? Terrorists?” The Capitola escort ignored the panicked hack, eyes on Pell. “If you don’t do ’xactly what I say you’ll get fifty thousand volts up your ass.” He pointed the Taser toward the prisoner. “And if it ain’t convenient to carry you I will leave you to burn to death. Understand?” “Yessir. Let’s go. Please. I don’t want you or Mr. Baxter getting hurt ’causa me. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Open it,” the escort barked to Baxter, who hit a
through my purse,” she said. Her voice was harsh. “And you asked a neighbor about me—pretending to be a cop I’d worked with.” Would he deny it? This could blow up in their faces if Dance and Sachs were wrong. But Baker looked down at the floor. “Look, this’s all a misunderstanding.” “You talked to my neighbor?” she asked angrily. “Yes.” She eased closer to him. They were about the same height but Sachs, in her anger, seemed to tower over him. “You drive a black Mercedes?” He frowned. “On a
The ESU officers muscled Wallace to the floor. He felt the pain in his hip and joints. Henson was cuffed as well. The deputy mayor looked outside and saw the two other officers from the One One Eight, the ones who’d been standing guard in front. They were lying on the cold sidewalk, in restraints. “Hell of a way to find out,” Amelia Sachs said to no one as she reloaded her own Glock and slipped it back in her holster. “But it sure answers our question.” The query she’d referred to wasn’t
him. Patrizia too, I’m sure.” They were in the den of their new house in Monterey. Unpacking, unpacking, unpacking . . . The petite blonde stood in the middle of the room, feet apart slightly, looking down at two plastic bags of drapes. “What do you think?” Hawken was a bit overwhelmed at the moment and couldn’t care less about window treatments, but his wife of nine months and three days had taken on much of the burden of the move from San Diego and so he set down the tools he was using to
folks with a sense of humor. Dance greeted the head of security, a tall African-American, standing outside the main entrance. “Morning, Henry. They keep coming, it looks like.” “Morning, Agent Dance.” A former cop, Henry Bascomb liked using departmental titles. He gave a smirk, nodding their way. “Like rabbits.” “Who’s the ringleader?” In the center of the crowd was a scrawny balding man with wattles beneath his pointy chin. He was in clerical garb. “That’s the head, the minister,” Bascomb