Book by Coulter Catherine
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The night was black and calm, silent except for the
mellow whine of the newly tuned Porsche engine, yet
she heard the soft, sobbing voice pleading with her again,
whispering low and deep. It never left her alone now.
No one else was near, it was just Jilly driving alone on
the coast highway. The ocean stirred beside her, but with
no moon out, it looked like an empty, black expanse. The
Porsche, sensitive to the slightest touch of her fingers,
gently swerved left, toward the cliff, toward the endless
expanse of black water beyond. Jilly jerked the car back
to the center line.
Laura’s voice began sobbing in her brain, then grew
louder, filling her, until Jilly wanted to burst.
“Shut up!” Jilly’s scream filled the car for a brief
moment. Her voice sounded harsh and ugly. It was nothing
like Laura’s had been, like a small child’s sobbing,
lost and inconsolable. Only death would bring peace.
Jilly felt that voice, Laura’s voice, build inside her again.
She gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead,
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praying to herself, chanting for it to stop, for Laura to go
“Please,” she whispered. “Please stop. Leave me alone.
But Laura didn’t stop. She was no longer a child,
speaking in a sweet, terrified voice. She was herself
again, angry now, and this time foul words frothed from
her mouth, spewing rage and saliva that Jilly tasted in the
back of her throat. She banged her fists on the steering
wheel, hard, harder still, rhythmically, to make the
malevolent voice go away. She opened the window,
pressed it all the way down and leaned out, letting the
wind tear her hair back, and her eyes sting and water. She
shouted into the night, “Make it stop!”
It stopped. Suddenly.
Jilly drew a deep breath and pulled her head back into
the car. The wind whooshed through the car and she
sucked in mouthfuls of the cold air. It tasted wonderful. It
was over. Thank God, finally it had stopped. She raised
her head, looking around, wondering where she was.
She’d been driving for hours, it seemed, yet the dashboard
clock read only midnight. She’d been gone from
home for a half hour.
Her life had become whispers and screams until she
couldn’t bear it. Now there was silence, deep and complete
Jilly began counting. One, two, three—no curses, no
whispers, no small child’s pleading, nothing, just her own
breathing, the soft hum of her car. She threw back her
head and closed her eyes a moment, relishing the silence.
She began counting again. Four, five, six—still blessed
Seven, eight—soft, very soft, like a faraway rustling of
leaves, coming closer, closer. Not rustling, no, whisperThe
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ing. Laura was whispering again, begging not to die, begging
and pleading and swearing she’d never meant to
sleep with him, but it had just happened, he’d made it
happen. But Jilly hadn’t believed her.
“Please, stop, stop, stop,” Jilly chanted over that feathery
voice. Laura began screaming that Jilly was a pathetic
bitch, a fool who couldn’t see what she was. Jilly
stomped down on the gas pedal. The Porsche lurched forward,
hitting seventy, eighty, eighty-five. The coast road
swerved. She kept the car directly in the center of the
road. She began singing. Laura screamed louder, and
Jilly sang louder. Ninety. Ninety-five.
“Go away. Damn you, go away!” Jilly’s knuckles were
white on the steering wheel, her head low, her forehead
nearly touching the rim. The engine’s vibrations made
Laura’s screaming voice convulse with power.
Jilly saw the sharp turn, but Laura yelled that they
would be together soon now, very soon. She couldn’t
wait to get Jilly, and then they’d see who would win.
Jilly screamed, whether at Laura or at the sight of the
cliff dropping some forty feet to the heaped and tumbled
black rocks below. The Porsche plunged through the railing,
thick wood and steel, picking up speed, and shot out
to the vast empty blackness beyond.
One more scream rent the silence before the Porsche
sliced nose first through the still, black water. There was
scarcely a sound, just the fast downward plunge, the
sharp, clean impact, then the quick shifting and closing
over, the calm water returning to what it had been just a
Then there was only the black night. And calm and
silence.Présentation de l'éditeur :
An FBI agent's sister disappears after an attempted suicide. When Savich and Sherlock join the search, they discover a startling connection to a puzzling murder-and put their lives on the line to uncover the truth.
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Description du livre Putnam, 1999. Hardcover. État : New. Book Club Edition. N/Vf dj Slight shopwear to DJ A.LU. N° de réf. du libraire 003056
Description du livre Putnam Adult, 1999. État : New. Brand New, Unread Copy in Perfect Condition. A+ Customer Service! Summary: Catherine Coulter's first three New York Times bestselling suspense thrillers (The Cove, The Maze, and The Target) dazzled readers with extraordinary plot twists, incomparable characters, and elegant, tough-to-solve mysteries. Writing about The Target, Publishers Weekly called it "an absorbing read." Now comes a new tale of riveting suspense, a novel in which a small town falls prey to pure evil.FBI agent Ford MacDougal--"Mac"--is recovering from a terrorist car bombing when his sister appears to purposely drive her Porsche off an Oregon cliff. Curiously, Mac felt as if he was in the car with her as she sailed toward the sea, even though he was really in a hospital bed on the other side of the country.By the time Mac arrives in Portland, his sister--Dr. Jilly Bartlett, a medical researcher--has come out of the coma she's been in for four days. But after a few scant hours with her brother, Jilly vanishes without a trace. In searching for her, Mac gets a different story from everyone he encounters. When the local sheriff enlists Mac's aid in a puzzling murder of an elderly resident, Mac little suspects that the case connects to his sister's disappearance. FBI agents Lacey Sherlock and Dillon Savich (last seen in The Target) join Mac to ride shotgun, only to find their search leading from a small town on the Oregon coast to the rain forests of Costa Rica. Together, they must escape relentless pursuers as well as the hostile jungle itself before discovering the true nature of the evil at The Edge. N° de réf. du libraire ABE_book_new_0399145060
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Description du livre Putnam Adult, 1999. Hardcover. État : New. First Edition. N° de réf. du libraire DADAX0399145060
Description du livre Putnam Adult, 1999. Hardcover. État : New. book. N° de réf. du libraire 0399145060
Description du livre Putnam Adult, 1999. Hardcover. État : New. N° de réf. du libraire P110399145060