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#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen is back with the shocking conclusion to the latest Eve Duncan trilogy.
This is the finale that fans have been waiting for. In Taking Even, the game began. In Hunting Eve, the chase was on. Now, in Silencing Eve, the prey is cornered. Will Eve Duncan survive? Will those she loves take the fall with her? And will the secrets of Eve's past ultimately become her undoing? In Silencing Eve, all the questions will be answered in a shocking, you never saw it coming conclusion.

Iris Johansen's 2012 trilogy, Eve, Quinn, Bonnie was a phenomenal success, reaching number one on bestseller lists nationwide. Now, with this newest trilogy, the stakes are even higher because it's a question of capture and escape, hunter and prey, life and death.

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IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Close Your Eyes, Sleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder (with Roy Johansen), Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora's Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On The Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One To Trust and more.

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CHAPTER
1
Atlanta Airport
 

DEAD.
Eve was dead.
The words kept drumming in Catherine Lings mind as she walked up the gateway to the terminal. No matter how many times she told herself it was true, she still couldnt believe it. Not Eve Duncan. Not her friend, the woman who had helped to save her son.
Agent Ling? A sandy-haired young man was running after Catherine as she headed for baggage. Im Brad Linden. He showed her his CIA credentials. Agent Venable sent me to pick you up and take you to the memorial service.
Then go get your car while I pick up my bag. Catherine Ling didnt stop as she strode ahead of him. And why the hell didnt Venable come and get me himself? I need to have a few choice words with him.
Hes at the service. Its going on right now. He didnt want to show disrespect. Im afraid youre a little late.
Because no one told me that Eve She broke off. He was gazing at her warily, and she knew she must be radiating all the ferocity and sadness she was feeling. There was no use ripping at Venables errand boy because Venable had left her in ignorance of Eves death or the search when she was kidnapped several days ago. He would only try to make excuses for the inexcusable. Yes, she had been undercover in the jungles of Colombia, but that didnt mean that she wouldnt have somehow extricated herself and come home to help find Eve. Venable should have gotten word to her. No, shed had to find out in Miami when shed retrieved her own computer and been hit in the gut with the news story in USA Today. Just have that car out front and get me to that memorial service ASAP, Linden.
While she was waiting for her bag, she scanned the story in USA Today again. What did she expect to find? She had practically memorized the damn story on the flight from Miami. She supposed that she was trying to find an answer when there was no answer. The actual story of Eves kidnapping and murder was fairly cut-and-dried. The murderer had obviously been unbalanced and ignited explosives at a ghost town in Colorado, where he had been holding Eve captive. Since the details were sparse, they had concentrated on Eve Duncan herself. Her background, her accomplishments, quotes from famous law-enforcement officials who had used her services. All were very worth reading, Catherine thought bitterly. It wasnt often that the media got a chance to spotlight a genuinely good person. Eve had been an illegitimate child born in the slums who had given birth herself at sixteen to a little girl, Bonnie. The child had changed her life. Eve had finished her education and straightened out her mother, who was on drugs. Then the world had come crashing down when her Bonnie, seven years old, had been kidnapped and killed. Yet Eve hadnt let it destroy her. She had gone back to school and studied forensic sculpting. Since then, she had become perhaps the most skilled forensic sculptor in the world. She had brought closure to thousands of families whose children would never have been identified without her help.
Never let a good deed go unpunished, Catherine thought. That old adage was too true in Eves case.
And, dammit, she was misting up again. She closed her computer and jammed it in her carry-on bag. She grabbed her phone and tried Joe Quinn again. Voice mail. Shed called him from the Miami Airport as soon as shed read the story about Eves memorial service being held today. It had gone to voice mail then, too. Shed left a message, but he hadnt called back. Maybe he didnt want to talk to her, she thought. Why should he? He had loved Eve with every ounce of his being, and he thought Catherine hadnt even cared enough to try to find her when that monster, Doane, had kidnapped her.
I cared, Joe. God, how I care. I would have come.
She wanted to kill Venable.
She might do it if he didnt have an explanation that she could tolerate.
And she wanted to release the tears that she had been forcing back since shed read that damn news story. Her friend was dead, and, somehow, she felt as if it was her fault, that if shed known, she might have been able to stop it. Lord, her eyes were stinging.
Not here. Not now.
When she was alone with her thoughts and memories of Eve and had gotten through this memorial service.
Not even a funeral because that crazy bastard had blown them both to bits.
She wished with all her heart that Doane was still alive and here, so that she could personally send him straight to hell.
But Venable had cheated her out of that pleasure, too, by not bringing her into the picture when Eve needed her most.
Damn him.
She grabbed her bag as it went around the carousel and headed for the door.
***
GOD, LING WAS GORGEOUS, Bradford thought as he pulled his car close to the curb where Catherine Ling was waiting impatiently. She was sleek and sexy, with shoulder-length dark hair and eyes tilted slightly, increasing the exotic magnetism she radiated. He knew she was the illegitimate daughter of an American soldier and a Korean whore who was half-Russian. Shed been born in Saigon but had grown up on the streets of Hong Kong. Hed heard stories about her from other agents, but hed never met her. The stories had been interesting but very, very lethal. She was sharp and independent and likely to run her own show when she was on a mission. Something Venable definitely didnt like but evidently tolerated because she got the job done. Shed been CIA since Venable had picked her up in Hong Kong when she was only fourteen. What was she now? Late twenties?
Got everything? He leaned over and opened the passenger door for her. Ill have you at Quinns lake cottage in thirty minutes. I just called Venable, and he said the service had just ended.
Dammit, I missed it? Im surprised you got through to him, she said sarcastically. How nice. Hes not been answering my calls.
Oops. Im sure thats just a technical error. He was very concerned about you. He hurriedly handed her his computer. Ive pulled up the files on Doane and the catastrophe at the ghost town. Venable was sure youd want to look them over.
I would have liked to look them over before the son of a bitch blew her up. She gazed blindly down at the computer. Youve read it. Fill me in.
Eve Duncan was kidnapped from her lake cottage home in north Atlanta several days ago. Because shes one of the foremost forensic sculptors in the world, it was assumed at the time that the kidnapper might be one of the nuts or serial killers shed targeted by her work.
But if Venable is involved, then thats not why she was killed, Catherine said grimly. Im surprised Eve let him pull her into a CIA mission.
She didnt. James Doane had been in a safe house in Goldfork, Colorado, and slipped away from the agent guarding him. When Venable realized he was gone, he thought there might be a possibility of his heading toward Eve Duncan, but he couldnt be sure that
Why? Why would he go after Eve?
Thats not in the report. Youll have to ask Venable.
You can bet I will. Venable fouled up and didnt protect Eve. Is that the truth?
Im sure there is an explanation. As I said, he wasnt sure Eve Duncan would be a target.
She drew a deep breath. Lets go down another path. Why was Jim Doane in that safe house? Was he a foreign agent? A witness?
He shook his head. He was the father of Kevin Relling, who was assassinated five years ago. His son was in Special Forces in the Army and turned very dirty. He was working with al-Qaeda in Pakistan and blocking the hunt for Bin Laden. He also indulged his penchant for raping and killing little girls in whatever city he found himself. He killed the five-year-old daughter of General Tarther in Marseilles because the general was trying to zero in on the al-Qaeda group.
Very dirty. Scum.
The general went crazy and eventually hired a hit man, Lee Zander, to find and go after Doanes son. Zander killed him and hired a funeral director to cremate the remains. Doane arrived too late to grab anything but his sons skull from the furnace.
Okay, then that would be a reason for his kidnapping Eve. Doane wanted Eve to do a reconstruction on the sons skull. Right?
I understand that she was doing just that while she was his captive.
Then why would the crazy bastard kill her? She was smart. If that job was the ransom he wanted, she wouldnt risk her life by refusing to do a reconstruction.
Youll have to ask Venable, he said again. All I know is that Doane took her to a ghost town in the Rio Grande Forest in Colorado. We traced him to an abandoned saloon there. When our units, Quinn, and Jane MacGuire were closing in on him, he set off a charge that blew up the saloon and half the town. He glanced at her. You look Are you okay?
No, Im not okay. It shouldnt have happened. Someone should have stopped it. Venable should have stopped it. Her voice fell to a whisper. I should have stopped it.
Venable said that you were on a very important mission and that you
Screw Venable. Her gaze shifted to the passing scene out the window. Anything else? Are they sure she was in that damn saloon?
Yes. Everyone saw Doane take her into the place, and, a few minutes later, our infrared scopes confirmed two people inside. They were still on the scopes when the place blew.
DNA?
Were working on it, but it may take a long while. There wasnt much left. As I said, the blast practically leveled the town. She was in
I dont want the details. Not now.
It appeared that Ling was not as tough as he had heard, Bradford thought. Or maybe shes just human, like the rest of us. I hear Eve Duncan was quite a woman. Its a great loss. Everyone from senators to a dozen police chiefs are at that memorial service.
They dont know how great a loss, Catherine said. They know the work, not the woman, not the friend. She was silent for a while, forcing herself to read the file. Then she looked up, and asked, How close are we?
Five minutes. The service was held outside by the lake at the cottage where she lived with Joe Quinn. He thought shed like it to be at her home. Pretty place.
She didnt speak for a moment. I know. Thats where I first met Eve. I stayed with her while she worked on a computer age progression on photos of my son.
That was one of the stories about Ling, too. Her son had been held prisoner by a Russian criminal for nine years, and she had never ceased trying to find him. It was only after Eve Duncan had helped her that she had been able to locate him. Im sure you were very grateful.
Are you? She looked at him. You have no idea.
He pulled his gaze away with some difficulty. Catherine Ling might be as lethal as a striking panther, but he was suddenly finding himself having visions of ladies in distress and knights in shining armor and himself somewhere in the mix. Crazy. It just went to show how right the stories were about the fascination she effortlessly exerted. I know youre upset. If I can help, just call me. He almost bit his tongue. Venable would not like the idea of his moving into Lings camp when she was definitely at odds with him. Though Im sure Venable will straighten everything out.
He swung into the grove that Quinn had designated as a parking area. Here we are. Id drive you closer, but there are people milling all over the place. He quickly got out, ran around, and opened the door for her. Everyone is around the cottage down toward the lake. Would you like me to go with you?
No. She strode toward the cottage. Id advise you to stay clear. You wouldnt like dodging the flak.
He watched her disappear from view, then reluctantly turned away. Catherine Ling might be wrong. He found himself experiencing a strange blankness as if hed been witnessing a fireworks display, and now there was only dark sky.
It might be worth dodging a little flak to see her in action.
***
CATHERINE SPOTTED VENABLE in the crowd two minutes after she turned the corner of the cottage.
He was wearing a dark suit and looked surprisingly formal. He was talking to a man in an NYPD uniform. Then he lifted his gaze and saw her at the edge of the crowd.
Wariness.
Then he lifted the wineglass in his hand and nodded.
Catherine drew a deep breath and tried to smother the anger. If she confronted Venable now, she would make a scene, and that was the last thing she wanted to do at this service honoring Eve. Shed deal with him later. She nodded curtly and turned to look for Joe Quinn.
He was standing talking to a tall, white-haired man she vaguely recognized as a congressman. Joe looked pale and unsmiling, but he could obviously still function. She started to make her way toward him.
He looked up and saw her. Then, with a word to the congressman, he left him and was walking quickly toward her. Catherine.
Joe, I tried to call you. She took a step closer. I didnt know. Believe me, I didnt know anything, or I would have come to
I saw that youd called, but I couldnt talk. He took her elbow and was propelling her toward the corner of the house. Ive been surrounded all day. He stopped as he reached an unoccupied stretch of lawn on the side of the cottage. He took a minute to look around and make sure there was no one near. I cant really talk now either, but you have to know, dammit.
What are you talking about? I do know. I just found out today in Miami. I cant tell you how
Listen. His hands grasped her shoulders. Its not what you think. His voice lowered. Go into the cottage and talk to Kendra Michaels. I told her earlier that you were coming. I knew I couldnt get away from this hullabaloo.
Joe, what the hell are you saying?
Im saying that though you look terrific in black, you shouldnt go into mourning. He turned away. Ill see you later. Go talk to Kendra.
She stared in shock as he walked away. For a moment, she couldnt get her breath. He couldnt mean what she thought he meant.
She closed her eyes. Oh, God. Let it be true. Let it all be a nightmarish mistake.
Let Eve still be alive.
***
CATHERINE ENTERED THE cottage and slammed the door behind her. Kendra Michaels?
Yes. Kendra was standing at the window, staring down at the mourners moving from group to group on the lawn bordering the lake. Thats me. And you are?
Catherine Ling. She crossed the room and showed her ID. Joe told me to come to see you. Apparently its your job to tell me what the hell is going on here.
Kendra nodded. Joe called me and told me you were coming up to ask questions. I just had to verify your ID. There are too many reporters drifting around here at the memorial service. Eve was very well-known. She smiled faintly. Very private, but everyone knew she was phenomenal.
Youre damn right she was. Her lips tightened. Were both talking past tense. Yet from what Joe said, Im guessing shes probably very much alive. Her voice was uneven. Dont tell me that hes wrong. I wont have it.
Sorry. Joe didnt steer you wrong. Ive just gotten used to playing the sorrowful, regretful friend in the last week, Kendra said. I believe the chances are excellent that Eve is alive.
Catherine felt a wave of relief surge through her. Thank God.
I cant be absolutely sure, but Id bet every particle of my experience and judgment that she lived through the explosion at that ghost town in Colorado.
And why should I trust your judgment?
Maybe you shouldnt. Kendra tilted her head. I dont believe you have much to do with trust.
Catherines eyes narrowed on her face. Why? Did Eve or Joe tell you about me?
No. Just an observation. Did Eve mention me?
Yes, Eve told ...

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  • ISBN 13 9781250020024
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