Time of Death - Hardcover

Shirley Kennett

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ISBN 10: 1594143099 ISBN 13: 9781594143090

Publisher: Five Star, 2005

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The mutilated body on the St. Louis riverfront is just the beginning. PJ Gray, psychologist and expert in forensic virtual reality, has her hands full when the Metro Mangler claims more victims. As the case heats up, so do her feelings for her partner, Detective Leo Schultz. They're like bolts of lightning that sizzle and hiss the closer they get, swept up in a relationship that is more force of nature than emotional state. PJ crawls into the murderer's mind by experiencing the killings in virtual reality. Schultz relies on a cop's instincts. Neither of them can solve the baffling deaths. If they're all connected, then there are two types of murders: one intensely personal and bloody, the other quick and efficient. Two killers, or one killer with different motivations? It's a profiler's nightmare. As a wealthy family's secrets unravel and a thirty-year-old murder comes to light, PJ is suddenly in danger of crossing the line from investigator to victim.

Shirley Kennett is a member of International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and the American Crime Writers League. She lives with her husband, two sons, and several cats in the St. Louis metropolitan area.

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I’m surprised to see that my right hand trembles as I hold the knife.

With fear? No. I’m the one in charge here. I am not the slicee.

Shame? Maybe a little, that I don’t have more socially acceptable things to occupy my time. Who decides what’s socially acceptable, anyway? Probably there’s some secret god to worship, the God of Successful Parties. I’ve made my humble little offerings at the altar, but not enough for the god to bless me into the kind of life I want: the house, the servants, upper arms that don’t jiggle, the aura of class if not the real thing, adequate sex with hubby and a little something extra with the golf pro or the personal trainer or the stock adviser. Or with all of them, separately or in any combination.

If my offerings to the god weren’t sufficient before, maybe some blood sacrifice will do it.

There’s a little regret in the trembling of my hand, too. Regret that I didn’t do this sooner. I’ve always known that if you don’t climb the social ladder, you live on the droppings of the people on the higher rungs. I’ve just never done anything about it before...

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