Closer Than You Think (The Cincinnati Series Book 1)

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“THE QUEEN OF ROMANTIC SUSPENSE.”

 

SIGNET

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Prologue

Oh God. Corinne fought the sudden wave of nausea, contracting her body into the fetal position. Wine. Too much wine. This is the worst hangover ever.

But . . . Wait. No. Can’t be. A sliver of clarity returning, she shook her head, swallowing a moan when the room tilted. Haven’t had a drink in two years.

The flu. Dammit. She’d had the damn flu shot. She lifted her hands to rub her eyes, but—

Tied. Realization rushed in. She gave her arms a panicked jerk, shooting pain up through her shoulders. Her hands were tied. Behind her back.

The room wasn’t dark. I’m blindfolded. She lurched to one side, heard the clank of a chain before her movement was abruptly checked.

Terror crashed through her, filling her mind. Tied. Chained. Blindfolded.

A scream rose in her throat but came out a rusty croak. Her throat was dry as dust, her lips cracked. Not a hangover. Drugged. I was drugged.

How? When? Who would have? Who could have? What had they done to her? She drew a breath, tried to calm herself. Breathed deeply. Think, Corinne. Think hard.

The musty odor of the room burned her nose, making her sneeze violently, sending her head spinning again. She clenched her teeth. Rode the nausea through.

She listened, but there was nothing. She heard nothing. No wind. No music. No voices.

Okay. Okay. This sucks. This really sucks. Calm down. Think. Think.

She forced her arms to relax, felt the chain go slack. She moved her fingers, her toes. Straightened her spine, careful not to make any more sudden movements.

She was on a bed. A mattress. With a sheet. And a pillow. Slowly she rubbed her cheek over the pillow. Rough. The room was musty, but the pillow smelled clean.

A sudden creak had Corinne freezing. The door opened, letting in a cold draft. And the smell of lemons. And the beginning of a shrill scream, muffled by the quick closing of the door.

Who was screaming? Who is here? And then Corinne remembered. Last night. Walking back to the dorm. From the library. With Arianna. They’d walked together because it was late.

Oh God. Ari is here, too. She’s screaming. Somebody has her and they’re hurting her. They’re hurting her. They’ll hurt me next.

“You’re awake.” It was a girl’s voice, shocking Corinne out of her panic. The girl sounded young. Not a little girl. Not an adult. A teenager, maybe. She sounded . . . hesitant. “I’ve been worried about you,” the girl added.

Corinne could hear the girl’s feet shuffle against the floor. Count her steps. One, two . . . four, five . . . eight, nine, ten. Ten steps to the door.

“Who are you?” Corinne whispered, her throat so dry it burned. “Why?”

The mattress shifted. Just a little. The girl was small. Cool hands cupped Corinne’s face. “You had a fever,” the girl said. “It’s better now. Are you thirsty?”

Corinne nodded. “Please. Water.”

“Of course,” the girl said agreeably. A cup was placed against Corinne’s lips. A metal cup. Not glass. Glass could be broken, used as a weapon, but that wasn’t going to happen here.

The water trickled down Corinne’s throat, and she gulped greedily. “More.”

“Later,” the girl said, gently laying her head back on the pillow. “You’ve been very sick.”

“Who are you? Uncover my eyes.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” The girl actually sounded sorry.

“Why not?” Corinne asked, trying to keep the panic from filling her voice.

“I just can’t. I’m allowed to take care of you. I’m not allowed to take off your blindfold.”

Panic won, and Corinne lunged, rattling her chains. “Who the hell are you?”

The mattress abruptly shifted as the girl jumped off the bed. “Nobody,” she whispered. “I’m nobody.” Footsteps shuffled, the girl moving away. “I’ll come back later with some soup.”

“Wait. Please. Please don’t go. Where am I?”

A slight hesitation before the resigned answer. “Home.”

“No. This is not my home. I live in the dorm. King’s College.”

“I don’t know about your college. This is . . . home. My home. And yours. For now.”

For now? Oh God. “But where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Said simply. Truthfully.

“Can you help me get away?”

“No. No.” The girl’s tone became adamant with fear. “I can’t.”

But she wanted to. Corinne could hear it in her voice. Or she wanted so badly to hear it that she told herself it was there. Either way, she needed this girl on her side.

“All right,” Corinne said softly. “Can you tell me your name?”

Another long hesitation. “I have to go.” The door opened. Ari’s screams filled the air.

“Please. What’s happening to my friend? Her name is Arianna. What’s happening to her?

The girl’s answer was quiet, spoken with a dull finality that had fresh terror clawing its way up Corinne’s throat. “He’s teaching her.”

“Teaching her what?”

“What she needs to know,” the girl said. “I’m very sorry.”

The door closed. Corinne waited a few seconds. “Hello? Are you there? Please.”

But the girl was gone and Corinne was alone in the dark.

Chapter One

Mt. Carmel, Ohio
Sunday, November 2, 5:45 p.m.

“It’s only a house.” Dr. Faith Corcoran gripped her steering wheel, willing herself to look at the house in question as she slowed her Jeep to a crawl. “Just four walls and some floors.”

She drove past, eyes stubbornly pointed forward. She didn’t need to see. She knew exactly what it looked like. She knew that it was three stories of gray brick and hewn stone. That it had fifty-two windows and a square central tower that pointed straight to heaven. She knew that the foyer floor was Italian marble, that the wide staircase had an elegantly curved banister made out of mahogany, and that the chandelier in the dining room could sparkle like a million diamonds. She knew the house top to bottom.

And she also knew that it wasn’t the four walls and floors that she really feared, but what lay beneath them. Twelve steps and a basement.

She did a U-turn and stopped the Jeep in front of the house. Her heart was beating faster, she thought clinically. “That’s a normal physiological response. It’s just stress. It will pass.”

As the words slipped out, she wondered who she was trying to convince. The dread had been steadily building with every mile she’d driven the past two days. By the time she crossed the river into Cincinnati, it had become a physical pain in her chest. Thirty minutes later, she was close to hyperventilating, which was both ridiculous and unacceptable.

“For God’s sake, grow the hell up,” she snapped, killing the engine and yanking her keys from the ignition. She leapt from the Jeep, angry when her knees wobbled. Angry that, after all this time, the thought of the house could make her feel like she was nine years old.

You are not nine. You are a thirty-two-year-old adult who has survived multiple attempts on your life. You are not afraid of an old house.

Drawing strength from her anger, Faith lifted her eyes, looking at the place directly for the first time in twenty-three years. It looked . . . Not that different, she thought, drawing an easier breath. It’s old and massive. Oppressive. It was more than a little run-down, yet still imposing.

It looked old because it was old. The house had stood on O’Bannion land for more than a hundred and fifty years, a testament to a way of life long gone. The three stories of brick and stone loomed large and dark, the tower demanding that all visitors look up.

Faith obeyed, of course. As a child, she’d never been able to resist the tower. That hadn’t changed. Nor had the tower. It maintained its solitary dignity, even with its windows boarded up.

All fifty-two windows were boarded up, in fact, because the O’Bannion house had been abandoned twenty-three years ago. And it showed.

The brick stood, weathered but intact, but the gingerbread woodwork she’d once loved was faded and cracked. The porch sagged, the glass of the front door covered with decades of grime.

Gingerly, she picked her way across the patchy grass to the front gate. The fence was wrought iron. Old-fashioned. Built to last, like the house itself. The hinges were rusty, but the gate swung open. The sidewalk was cracked, allowing weeds to flourish.

Faith took a moment to calm her racing heart before testing the first step up to the porch.

No, not the porch. The veranda. Her grandmother had always called it “the veranda” because it wrapped around the entire house. They used to sit out there and sip lemonade, she and Gran. And Mama, too. Before, of course. Afterward . . . there was no lemonade.

There was no anything. For a long time, there was absolutely nothing.

Faith swallowed hard against the acrid taste that filled her mouth, but the memory of her mother remained. Don’t think about her. Think about Gran and how she loved this old place. She’d be so sad to see it like this.

But, of course, Gran never would see it again, because she was dead. Which is why I’m here. The house and all it contained now belonged to Faith. Whether she wanted it or not.

“You don’t have to live here,” she told herself. “Just sell the property and go . . .”

Go where? Not back to Miami, that was for damn sure. You’re just running away.

Well, yeah. Duh. Of course she’d run away. Any sensible person would run if she’d been stalked for the past year by a homicidal ex-con who’d nearly killed her once before.

Some had said that she shouldn’t be surprised she’d been stalked, that by doing therapy with scum-of-the-earth sex offenders, she’d put herself in harm’s way. Some even had said she cared more about the criminals than the victims.

Those people were wrong. None of them knew what she’d done to keep the offenders from hurting anyone else. What she’d risked.

Peter Combs had attacked her four years ago because he’d believed that her “snitching” to his probation officer about missed therapy sessions had sent his reoffending ass to prison. Faith shuddered to think of what he would have done had he known the truth back then, that her role in his reincarceration had been far more than marking him absent. But given the cat-and-mouse game he’d played with her in the year following his release, the fact that his stalking had escalated to attempted murder four times now . . . Maybe he did know. Maybe he’d figured it out.

Slipping her hand into the pocket of her jacket, Faith’s fingers brushed the cold barrel of the Walther PK380 she hadn’t left her Miami apartment without in almost four years. Miami PD hadn’t been any help at all, so she’d taken her safety into her own hands.

She was sensible. Prepared. But still scared. I’m so tired of being afraid.

Suddenly aware that she’d dropped her gaze to her feet, she defiantly lifted her chin to look up at the house. Yeah, she’d run, all right. She’d run to the one place she feared almost as much as the place she’d left behind. Which sounded about as crazy now as it had when she’d fled Miami two days ago. But it had been her only choice. No one else will die because of me.

She’d packed the Jeep with as many of her possessions as she could make fit and left everything else behind, including her career as a mental-health therapist and the name under which she’d built it. A legal name change, sealed by the court for confidentiality, had ensured that Faith Frye was no more.

Faith Corcoran was a clean slate. She was starting fresh. No one she’d left behind in Miami—friend or foe—knew about this house. No one knew her grandmother had died, so no one could tell Peter Combs. He would never think to look for her here.

She even had a new job—a sensible job in the HR department of a bank in downtown Cincinnati. She would have coworkers who wore conservative suits and stared at spreadsheets. She would make an actual living wage and receive benefits for the very first time. But the most valuable benefit would be the bank’s security, just in case her efforts to lose Faith Frye hadn’t been quite good enough.

Lightly, she touched her throat. Although the wound had healed long ago, the scar remained, a permanent illustration of what the man who hunted her was capable of doing. But at least she’d lived. Gordon hadn’t been so fortunate.

Guilt and grief welled up in equal measures, choking her. I’m so sorry, Gordon. Her former boss had had the bad luck to be standing next to her when the bullets started to fly—bullets meant for her. Now his wife was a widow, his children fatherless.

She couldn’t bring Gordon back. But she could do everything in her power to make sure it never happened again. If Combs couldn’t find her, he couldn’t hurt her or anyone else. Her grandmother’s passing had presented her with a place to run to when she’d needed it most.

The house was a gift. That it was also her oldest nightmare couldn’t stop her from accepting it. Forcing her feet to move, she marched up the remaining two steps to the front door, dug the key from her pocket, and went to open the door.

But the key wouldn’t open the lock. After the third try, it finally sank in that the key didn’t fit. Her grandmother’s attorney had given her the wrong key.

She couldn’t have gone inside if she’d wanted to. Not today, anyway. The relief that geysered up inside her made her a little ashamed. You’re a coward, Faith.

It was just a delay of one day, she reasoned. Tomorrow she would get the right key, but for the moment her inability to enter bolstered her courage.

Peeking through the dirty glass on the front door, she saw a room full of furniture, draped in sheets. Her grandmother had taken only a few favorite pieces when she’d left the house for a townhouse in the city twenty-three years ago. The rest she’d left to Faith.

The thought of unveiling the furnishings elicited the first spark of excitement Faith had felt in a long time. Many of the items were museum-quality, or so her mother had told her on many occasions. This will all be mine someday, Faith, and when I die it’ll be yours, so pay attention. This is your legacy and it’s high time you learned to appreciate it.

The memory of her mother’s voice doused her excitement. She could recall the fear that had filled her at her mother’s words as if it were yesterday. But I don’t want my legacy, she’d replied. Not if it makes you die, Mama.

An affectionate tug on her pigtail. Silly girl, I’m not going anywhere for years and years. You’ll be Gran’s age before this place is yours.

And in her eight-year-old eyes, Gran was already ancient. Then I have lots of tim...

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CLOSER THAN YOU THINK is the gripping first novel in the Cincinnati series and sees Sunday Times bestseller Karen Rose at her tense, tantalising and thrilling best. 'Intense, complex and unforgettable' James Patterson.

Deacon Novak has returned home. The experienced FBI Agent knows that his move to Cincinnati's Major Crime Enforcement Squad will be challenging, but the greater challenge will be saving his younger brother before he becomes the kind of criminal Deacon is chasing.

Faith Corcoran has escaped her identity. Being a therapist to victims of sex crimes was rewarding, but her work with their offenders has jeopardized her life. Her move represents a chance to build a new life in the empty old house her grandmother has left her.

What Faith doesn't know is that a killer has made the house his playground, taking girls into the basement and murdering them. And now Faith is about disturb his fun.

With a murderer focused on her, Faith is going to have to put her trust in Deacon if she's going to survive. Because this killer is always closer than she thinks....

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