Taking Eve (Eve Duncan)

Taking Eve (Eve Duncan)

Iris Johansen

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1250034337

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

"Filled with intriguing twists and characters and an overarching mystery that will keep fans coming back."―Kirkus Reviews
As a forensic sculptor, Eve Duncan's mission is to bring closure to the families whose loved ones have vanished. She knows their anguish―her own beloved daughter, Bonnie, was taken from her when Bonnie was just seven years old. It is only recently that this mystery was resolved and Eve could begin her journey to peace. Now Jim Doane wants the same kind of answers that Eve always longed for. His twenty-five-year-old son may or may not be dead, and he has only burned skull fragments as possible evidence. But he cannot go to the police for answers without exposing his dark past, so instead he chooses a bold step to find the truth―one that takes Eve down a twisted path of madness and evil and into the darkest heart of her own history. In this thriller from bestselling author Iris Johansen, Doane needs Eve's skills and he'll do anything to get them…even if it means taking Eve.

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feeling of— Jane. Love flowed over Eve, and the nightmare receded. She relaxed, then she stiffened again. No call yet from Jane. Eve turned over in bed after glancing at the clock. Stop worrying. It probably only meant that they were working hard to save Toby and hadn’t had time to call. It was easy to tell herself that she should stop worrying, she thought ruefully. Not so easy to comply. She couldn’t bear the idea of Jane’s being hurt if she lost Toby. Strange how tough, wary Jane had

from one of the hangars. It happened a little over three hours ago.” Sniper. It was like something from a war movie, she thought hazily. And it made no sense at all. She couldn’t comprehend any of it. “Why?” “I don’t know.” His lips tightened. “I haven’t been able to go after the bastard. I couldn’t leave you.” And it had made him angry, she realized. “Why? Am I dying?” “No. Devon says that she thinks you’re going to be okay. The bullet went through your shoulder and didn’t appear to damage

if I saw him again.” He frowned, puzzled. “He had grayish black hair and his face … He looked like…” He stopped. “He looked like Mr. Drury, one of the volunteers who helps out at the camp where I work. Well, not really. His nose was different, and so was his hair. But the way he … smiled. Mr. Drury smiled like him. Nice man, always smiling.” His frown deepened. “The man who hit me looked like that, a nice old man.” “He was smiling?” “No, he wasn’t smiling. He looked … sad.” “But he hit you at

your home.” She gazed up at one of the empty light sockets. “I’m tempted to call your bluff.” “Demonstration?” He smiled. “Just a little squirt. Not enough to—” He gave the emblem the tiniest pressure. “Did you hear it? And it smells like carnations, doesn’t it?” “I heard it. But I don’t smell—” But her head felt suddenly light. Carnations. Definitely, carnations. “You’ll be fine in a minute. I did have to show you, didn’t I?” She shook her head to clear it. The dizziness was already

beginning of your dealing with Doane,” Joe said. “What the hell were you doing protecting him?” “Doane came to us and demanded we protect him from his son’s former al-Qaeda buddies. He said he’d lost his son and all he wanted to do was start a new life. He wanted to be placed in a witness protection program.” “And you did it?” “He also said that he had a disk his son had given him and told him to use it if he felt threatened. He didn’t want to use it, but he had to protect himself if we

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