Stealing Shadows: A Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Novel
Kay Hooper
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0553575538
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
What if you can enter a madman's cruel mind as he plans his vicious crimes? What if you can see the terrified face of his prey as he moves in for the kill—but you can't stop his frenzy once he strikes?
Psychic Cassie Neill helps the L.A. police catch killers—until she makes a terrible mistake and an innocent child dies. Cassie flees to a small North Carolina town, hoping that a quiet life will silence the voices that invade her unwilling mind. But Cassie's abilities know few boundaries. And she's become certain—as no one else can be—that a murderer is stalking Ryan's Bluff.
It's his fury that Cassie senses first, then his foul thoughts and perverse excitement. Yet she doesn't know who he is or where he will strike. The sheriff won't even listen to her—until the first body is found exactly where and how she predicted. Now a suspect herself, she races desperately to unmask the killer in the only way she knows: by entering his twisted mind. Her every step is loaded with fear and uncertainty...because if he senses her within him, he'll trap her there, so deep she'll never find her way out.
In Stealing Shadows, Kay Hooper introduces FBI agent Noah Bishop, whose rare gift for seeing what others do not helps him solve the most puzzling cases. Now, Bishop's adventures continue in two new electrifying tales of psychic suspense.
Beware of what you see. It's dawn when the police arrive at the murder scene. The victim is propped against a tree, her eyes still open, her head tilted, her lips parted in a silent cry. Just as Cassie Neill predicted. Just as she saw while she was inside the killer's mind. The killer knew she was there. And next time he won't let her get away.
staff try various loud and seemingly painful methods to wake her, all without success. Her heart beat. She breathed. And there was activity in her brain. But she was not here. “… a connection to her that is literally of the flesh.” What was that supposed to mean? That because they were lovers they shared a bond? Ben wanted to think so. But during the endless week past, when he had sat there staring at her, talking to her, trying to reach her, there had been no response at all. The white
few steps away and began talking softly into a cell phone. “Keep watching, Cassie. What do you see? Talk to me.” “It’s so dark.” “I know. But keep watching.” “He’s thinking… horrible things.” “Don’t listen. Don’t go too deep, Cassie.” She lifted her head for the first time since they had begun, and Logan flinched. Her eyes were closed. He’d never seen such pallor in a human face before. Not a living face. And that pale, pale skin was stretched tautly over her bones. “Cassie? Cassie, where
you’re ready. But I want you to know something. Nobody has to tell me what kind of guts it took for you to throw him out. And nobody has to tell me how scared you were when you did it.” Abby blinked back the tears. “I can’t talk about him to you, Matt. I just can’t.” “Okay. Okay, sweetheart.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The dog didn’t growl in protest this time, so things were definitely improving on that end. But Abby was just a bit too tense in his arms, and the embers of rage
his head and gave her a pained look out of grave eyes. “I can stay only a moment, Miss Neill. And, truthfully, you may order me to go when I have explained my errand.” “Good heavens,” Cassie said mildly. “Why would I do that, Mr. McDaniel?” “Because I am guilty of a terrible breach of trust, to say nothing of duty and responsibility.” He said it as though he fully expected to be keelhauled or drawn and quartered for the crime, but since Cassie liked him and since she couldn’t imagine him
me. Don’t—” The bag was jerked off her head, and she blinked in the sudden wash of light. At first all she saw were bare bulbs hanging down and, across the room, some hulking machinery with a small glass window that showed a fire inside. Afire? “I’m so glad you’re awake.” His voice was incongruously cheerful. She looked up at him, focused on his face, and felt nothing but uncomprehending surprise. “You?” “I just love the first moment of astonishment,” he said, then bent down and slapped her