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Synopsis
Dr. Hallie Mara, an attractive young MD, and
her friend Reed Kincaid learn that someone has singled out many
people, men, women, and children to die in ten cities across the
U.S. in just a few days. But because Hallie has no hard proof,
the police refuse to investigate.
When Hallie and Reed attempt to secure
that proof, what they unearth is beyond their worst fears. And
as they start zeroing in on the killer, the killer quickly zeros
in on them. Barely escaping with their lives, they finally convince
the police. But when the police start investigating, there's an
even bigger problem. It may be too late.
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Sunday
Reed Kincaid rearranged his living
room furniture for the fourth time, looked around and slumped
down onto the sofa, a defeated man.
Even worse, he realized.
The ivory leather sofas and mauve chairs worked together, but
not sprawled across the reddish Persian carpet. The striped draperies
were stylish, but clashed with the leopard footstool. And the
expensive antique mahogany desk was distinctive, but seemed defiled
by the pink lava lamp glowing on the corner.
The room needed help.
In fact, he knew, all the rooms in his new home located in the
affluent suburb of Birmingham, north of Detroit, needed a great
deal of help. Since moving in a week ago, he'd managed to prove
only one thing: he had the decorating flair of a yak. Fortunately,
Hallie, the woman who could rescue him, would be walking through
the front door any minute.
He picked up a Runners World and started quickly thumbing through
it when the phone rang. He grabbed it.
"It's me, Kyle." His brother sounded very excited and
faint, like he was on a cell phone deep in the mountains.
"Hey, Kyle, what's up?"
"I need to talk to the police fast."
"So why call me?"
"My detective pal in Grand Blanc is out." Kyle coughed.
"What's Norm's number?"
"I don't know. Norm retired to Florida."
"Damn. He's the only other cop who'd believe me."
"Believe what?" Reed asked. Kyle, who never worried,
sounded very worried.
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