Kay Hooper - Stealing Shadows

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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?
Stealing Shadows
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.

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Cassie frowned slightly, although she couldn't have said why. "I could come into town to your office, Mr. McDaniel, if it's important. For you to come all the way out here – "

"I assure you, Miss Neill, I would prefer to come to you. If it's convenient, that is."

" Of course. But what is this about?"

He made several vague noises, then said, "Merely a small matter which – well, I would prefer to discuss it in person, Miss Neill. Shall we say around two-thirty?"

"All right, fine. I'll see you then."

Cassie hung up the phone and looked at Max. "Well, what do you think about that?"

Max moved closer and nudged her hand, asking for more scratching.

Deanna Ramsay hated living in a small town. She hated living so near the mountains. She hated living in the South. In fact, she pretty much hated her life. Especially now that some maniac was out there stalking women and scaring everybody so much that they'd gone paranoid. Her parents wouldn't let her leave the house without an escort; the principal wouldn't let any of the girls leave school grounds without an escort; deputies were everywhere in town and pounced the instant a body ventured a step or two away from the escort…

"I hate my life," she announced in disgust.

Her best friend, Sue Adams, giggled. "Just because Deputy Sanford scolded you and ordered us to wait in the drugstore for Larry!"

Deanna heaved an impatient sigh. "No, not because of him. He's a dork. I hate my life because my life is entirely hateful. T.ook, if we have to wait in here for my brother to get back, let's at least have a Coke."

They ordered two Cokes from Mike and retired with them to the booth at the back, which was their spot.

"I don't know why you're so upset," Sue said. "At least you have a brother to take you places – and at least he will. Both my sisters are still children, I won't have my license for more than another year, and Mama gets hysterical if I even mention the possibility of going on a date."

"So does my mom. You'd think we were prisoners!"

"Well," Sue said reasonably, "we are prisoners. More or less. Neither one of us is sixteen yet, we don't have cars, or jobs or boyfriends – "

Deanna glared at her and said in a lofty tone, "Speak for yourself."

"On which point?" Sue demanded.

"Never you mind. Let's just say that if you were half the friend you claim to be, you'd talk my brother into taking us to the mall when he gets here, and then keep him occupied while I… run a little errand."

"But we're supposed to go straight back home!"

"And back into prison for the entire weekend, because Larry has to work and you know nobody else will take us anywhere."

"Well, but – "

"Well, but nothing. I'm sick and tired of the whole thing. This has been the most boring week on record. I want to do something. What's the use of a day off from school if we have to sit at home all morning and then spend half the afternoon waiting for Larry in the drugstore?"

Sue stared at her. "What are you up to, Dee?"

Deanna shook her head but smiled portentously. "Like I said, I just want to stretch my legs at the mall. But Lar-ry'll never take us if I ask, so you do it."

Sue began to feel apprehensive. " Dee, there's a real killer out there. And nobody knows who he'll go after next."

"Oh, for God's sake, Sue, I'm not going to wander down any dark alleys, or even leave the mall. I'll be right there, practically in your sight, safely inside and surrounded by other people. I just don't want my big brother looking over my shoulder, that's all."

"Who're you meeting?" Sue demanded.

Deanna conjured an innocent face. She'd practiced the expression for a good hour that morning while putting on her makeup. "I'm not meeting anybody."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, pardon me if I don't care." Seeing that she was about to seriously offend her henchwoman, Deanna relented. "Spend the night with me tonight and I'll tell you everything, okay? Just ask Larry to take us to the mall before we go home. Please?"

"Why won't you tell me now?"

"Because. Come on, Sue, you owe me a favor. Didn't I do your history homework last week?"

Sue had an uneasy feeling the two "favors" hardly balanced out but found herself giving in the way she always did with Deanna. "You'll tell me the truth tonight? Swear?"

"I swear."

After a moment Sue gave in. "All right. I just know I'm going to be sorry – but all right."

Deanna smiled blindingly. "You won't be sorry!"

"Judge Ryan?"

Ben was accustomed to being stopped from time to time whenever he was out in public, but today it had taken him double the usual time just to walk from his parking place to the courthouse.

He had made it as far as the third step this time.

Wishing he had taken the back way in, he turned to find one of the more vocal citizens of the town approaching determinedly.

"What can I do for you, Mr. King?" He and Aaron had known each other for twenty years, but Aaron liked titles, insisting they denoted respect. He would have continued calling himself Major after his army service but had discovered to his chagrin that others only found it amusing.

"Judge, is what I've been hearing true?"

"That depends on what you've been hearing." Ben made sure his tone was easy rather than sardonic.

Aaron scowled. "What I've been hearing is that Sheriff Dunbar – and you – have been allowing some woman claiming to be a fortune teller to advise you."

Ben was resigned; it was the fourth time he had heard some variation of the truth. "And where did you hear that, Mr. King?"

"From at least three different people since yesterday. Is it true, Judge?"

"Not precisely."

"Then what, precisely, is the truth?"

Ben paused a beat, briefly considered how much damage one angry voter with influence could do when election time rolled around again, then consigned the risk to the limbo of things unimportant and unregretted.

"The truth, Mr. King, is that Sheriff Dunbar and I are investigating three particularly vicious murders. We are using all means at our disposal to gather information that might prove helpful in that investigation, as is our job. We are not gazing into crystal balls or reading tarot cards, nor are we talking to anyone who does."

Aaron ignored the denial. "I heard it was Alexandra Melton's niece."

Ben felt a chill. If this man had heard so specific a piece of gossip, then others had as well. Which meant it was only a matter of time before Cassie's identity was common knowledge throughout the town.

"Is it true?" Aaron demanded.

Ben wasn't a politician for nothing. "Is it true she's a fortune teller? Of course not."

Aaron's scowl deepened. "She doesn't claim to be able to see the future?"

"No, she does not."

"But you and the sheriff have been talking to her about these killings?"

"If-we have, the interviews are part of an ongoing investigation and hardly subject to public discussion, Mr. King. As you, of course, know."

Aaron also respected – to excess, in Ben's opinion – the red tape of a bureaucracy, and so found himself caught between rampant curiosity and the unhappy knowledge that he was in no way part of the official loop of persons involved in the investigation. He drew himself up to his full height – which was a good five inches shorter than Ben's – and said self-righteousiy, "I have no intention of interfering in the official investigation, Judge."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Aaron wasn't finished. "But if it should come to light that you and the sheriff have allowed yourselves to be deceived by a charlatan into pursuing false leads, placing even more of our women in danger from the resulting delay in apprehending this killer – then, Judge, then I won't hesitate to add my voice to those calling for your resignations."

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