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The Silence That Speaks (A Forensic Instincts Novel), by Andrea Kane
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A New York Times Bestselling AuthorWho wants Madeline Westfield dead? And why? Forensic Instincts’ first order of business is to find out who’s targeting their client. Under the leadership of Casey Woods, the team has the resources to do just that, working inside and outside the law. Former Navy SEAL Marc Devereaux is a man who’s equal to any situation. Except maybe this one. Madeline’s case hits too close to home. She’s the only woman he ever loved ― and his only weakness.
The Silence That Speaks (A Forensic Instincts Novel), by Andrea Kane - Amazon Sales Rank: #7178028 in Books
- Brand: Kane, Andrea
- Published on: 2015-05-06
- Format: Large Print
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .76" h x 5.71" w x 8.57" l,
- Binding: Hardcover
- 483 pages
The Silence That Speaks (A Forensic Instincts Novel), by Andrea Kane Review "This engaging mystery has just the right amount of suspense, wit and comic relief. The Forensic Instincts team's personalities complement each other, and their client Madeline Westfield fits in perfectly. The technology involved is interesting and not too 'techy,' feeling accessible to readers of all levels of knowledge. Paced well and climaxed appropriately, The Silence That Speaks is a fantastic read."-RT Book Reviews"A truly great story that will have everyone looking forward to even more Forensic Instincts books. Keep them coming!"-Suspense Magazine on The Stranger You Know"Andrea Kane burst onto the thriller scene with the force of a wrecking ball. The Stranger You Know now establishes her as one of the very best."-Michael Palmer, New York Times bestselling author"The Stranger You Know, the third of her FI novels, brings strong plotting, memorable characterization and suspense together to create yet another one-sit read.... Given the deep bench of the FI team members and Kane's ability to create memorable, frightening and, above all, clever villains, the Forensic Instincts series should continue to be a popular one."-Bookreporter.com"Andrea Kane is becoming one of my favorite thriller authors. She returns in this book with her characters from the Forensic Instincts team and though it's satisfying to be familiar with the players...it's not a necessity. The book stands on its own.... Every reader should have the opportunity to go on this terrifying journey of a read all the way through to the hold-your-breath end."-BookTrib"Engaging characters help drive the twisty plot, which builds to a stunning conclusion."-Publishers Weekly on The Line Between Here and Gone"Kane...keeps the reader guessing until the very end."-Booklist
About the Author Andrea Kane’s psychological thriller The Girl Who Disappeared Twice became an instant New York Times bestseller, the latest in a long string of smash hits. With her acclaimed signature style of developing unforgettable characters and weaving them into carefully researched story lines, Kane has created Forensic Instincts, an eclectic team of maverick investigators. Recruited because of their special talents and dynamic personalities, the high-energy members thrive on blatantly disregarding authority. Armed with skills and talents honed by years in the FBI and Special Forces, and with training in behavioral and forensic psychology, this unstoppable team solves seemingly impossible cases while walking a fine line between assisting and enraging law enforcement. With a worldwide following and novels published in more than twenty languages, Kane is also the author of numerous romantic thrillers and historical romances. She lives in New Jersey with her family, where she is busily crafting a new challenge for Forensic Instincts.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Mladeline Westfield never saw the car coming.It was late at night, and chilly for the beginning of November. She'd turned up her coat collar, and was waiting to cross Park Avenue at East Eighty-Eighth Street. Lost in thought, yes, and with more than enough reason these days. She was an emotional wreck. But navigating between pedestrians, taxicabs and speeding motorists was second nature to her. She'd been a Manhattan resident for most of her life.She'd watched for the walk sign to flash from red to green. Even then, she'd paused briefly to glance around.The crosswalk was still.She took her initial steps into the street.The screech of tires was her first warning. Then came the flash of motion from her peripheral vision.Her head snapped around, and she came to a dead stop, staring like a deer in the headlights. A black SUV was roaring in her direction. It veered sharply at her, leaving no doubt that its goal was to hit her head-on.Self-preservation kicked in. She lunged away, hurling herself backward and crashing to the sidewalk, a pile of wet leaves doing nothing to cushion her fall.The impact of her body slamming against the concrete rocketed through her. Her head struck the ground—hard. She cried out in pain, saw stars.Somewhere in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard the screech of brakes and the sharp swerving of tires, and the terrifying thought occurred to her that the driver was going to try again."Miss, are you all right?" a gravelly male voice inquired as the man it belonged to rounded the corner.Madeline had never felt such great relief at the sound of another human voice. She looked up to see an elderly gentleman, with a full head of white hair and a lined face, holding a leash. The Brussels griffon at the other end of the leash was eye level with her. He trotted over to take a sniff."No, Max!" the man said. He was staring down at Madeline, his forehead creased in concern. "Did you trip? Can you move?"He hadn't seen what happened. He wasn't a witness.As Madeline opened her mouth to speak, she heard the SUV's engine roar in the distance as it sped down Park Avenue."I…" She shifted her weight and winced. Her right side was killing her. Her head was throbbing violently. And "Max" looked like two dogs, not one. Double vision. A concussion. Not to mention some major bruises—possibly even some broken bones. As an RN, she recognized the signs.Seeing the agony in her eyes, the man reacted."I'm going to call 9-1-1 and get you an ambulance." He took out his cell phone.Madeline nodded her thanks. She tried again to move, and was rewarded with jolts of pain. She inhaled sharply, causing shooting pain in her chest. So she lay there quietly and waited.The ambulance seemed to take forever to arrive. Maybe it was the pain talking. Or maybe it was her nerves. But she finally saw the red whirring light and heard the siren. Lenox Hill Hospital was nearby. That's where the EMTs would transport her. It wasn't the hospital she worked in, but she did know some people there.Not that it mattered. She passed out as they arrived at the E.R.When she came to, she was in a hospital bed with a bandaged arm, a taped midsection and an ice pack resting on her hip. Her head felt like a jackhammer was splitting it in two.She lay there for a moment, willing her mind to work. Then she remembered what had happened and everything inside her tensed up.It hadn't been an accident. It was attempted murder. That SUV was gunning for her. The cops wouldn't believe her story. Why would they? They hadn't believed her the first time. And that had only been a robbery. Now someone wanted her dead.She flinched, knowing she had a concussion, a few broken ribs and a badly bruised hip. She wished she had some painkillers—anything to take away the throbbing and to knock her out. She wanted to sleep. She knew she couldn't. Not yet. Not until the doctor saw her and checked out her neurological responses.She'd be here overnight. They'd keep her for observation. Then, if she remained stable, they'd let her go home.A wave of panic set in, followed by utter resignation. She couldn't do this alone, not anymore. She'd put off the inevitable for as long as possible. It was time to get help—and from a specific source.Seeking out that source was going to be even more painful than her injuries.* * *It was 8:45 a.m.The Forensic Instincts investigative team was hard at work—but not on a case.Instead, they were scrambling around their Tribeca brownstone, trying to get the place into some semblance of order before their next job applicant arrived.Having just wrapped up a high-profile corporate espionage case, they'd normally be debriefing. Instead, all their notes, reports, follow-ups and computer files were in uncharacteristic disarray. The phone was ringing off the hook. Their voice mailboxes were exploding. And this was not the way Casey Woods intended to run her company.She'd made her position clear several weeks ago. The minute their current case was closed, they were hiring a receptionist-slash-assistant. From a small start-up investigative firm, they'd catapulted into a highly sought-after company, thanks to the combined efforts and stellar results achieved by their brilliant team.Until now, there'd been the six of them, each of whom was a critical and integral part of FI. Starting with Casey herself—who was the company president and behavioral expert, and who had the extensive academic credentials and professional experience to be the firm's anchor—every member of the FI team had a standalone résumé.They were no longer New York's best kept secret, and their client list was growing daily. Thus, the need for someone to man the front desk and to assist the team as needed.So far, they hadn't had much luck.At the moment, Casey was upstairs on the fourth floor—the floor that served as her apartment during the few hours that she actually lived there—running a brush through her shoulder-length red hair and adjusting the collar on her green cowl-neck sweater. Hero, Casey's bloodhound and the team's human scent evidence dog, was already poised in the bedroom doorway, waiting expectantly for his mistress to leave her apartment and go downstairs to her real home: Forensic Instincts."I'm coming, boy," she told him, looking in the mirror and giving herself a quick once-over, before heading for their morning interview. "God knows what we have in store this time."Ryan McKay was still downstairs in his man cave, affectionately known as his lair, which filled the entire basement level of the brownstone. It was the technology center of Forensic Instincts, complete with their servers—Lumen, Equitas and Intueri, from the Latin words for light, justice and intuition. Part data center, part electronics lab, Ryan had more high-tech equipment than a small university.Despite its serious purpose, Ryan left enough room to maintain two areas of personal space—his free weights and fitness section, and a small competition ring for his self-built robots.Right now, he was enjoying neither. He was printing out pages from FI's just-closed case.While the pages were printing, he was on his iPad, reading the latest issue of Sound on Sound magazine. The software review of Audio Detracktor was compelling. The reviewer described how it was developed by three of genius college students—a math whiz, a computer geek and a musical prodigy. Audio Detrack-tor would analyze an audio file, separating the component tracks and instruments into layers. Each isolated layer could be played independently, giving the listener the ability to hear insignificant sounds in a rich recording. Sound on Sound had written about experimenting with Eric Clapton's "Layla," Gene Vincent's "Be-Bop-A-Lula" and Paul McCartney's "Yesterday." They were even able to isolate the sound of a flying guitar pick bouncing off the floor. Guitarists would often lose their picks in midperformance, which is why they always carried extras with them. But to actually hear the sound of a tiny plastic piece hitting the ground? Awesome.Just as Ryan was about to swipe to the next page, his iPhone began vibrating in his pocket, reminding him of a scheduled meeting. Glancing at his calendar entry, he scowled at its purpose. Interview. Emma Stirling. Another teenybopper receptionist he had to talk to.He understood Casey's decision to establish a more professional office environment, as well as to get some help answering the phones and doing odds and ends. But he'd lobbied strongly for a virtual assistant, aka software, installed on one of their servers. A virtual assistant was smart, predictable, not female and never took a coffee or bathroom break.The perfect receptionist.Casey and Claire had overruled him. They felt a personal touch was needed. A flesh-and-blood human being, not a machine. Marc was indifferent, although he saw the value of both. And Patrick had been married long enough to know when to avoid a losing situation.Ryan's pocket buzzed again. Time to stop procrastinating and get this over with. Full of attitude, he marched upstairs ready to meet and nix Emma Stirling.The rest of the team was already congregated in the second floor's main conference room, pouring coffee and settling down around the sweeping oval conference table.Marc took a gulp of black coffee and eyed Ryan. "Nice of you to join us." A corner of his mouth lifted. "You look thrilled to be here."Ryan scowled. "You know how I feel about this. I was about to do something useful—like order a cool state-of-the-art app while I was preparing the case wrap-up. Instead, I'm here, ready to meet another substandard candidate.""Great attitude." Claire walked over just in time to hear Ryan's statement. "Did it ever occur to you that we might find a white elephant? There are still a few of those out there, you know.""Is that a prediction, Clairevoyant?" He loved to get at her with that nickname he'd coined."No." She shot him a don't-get-me-started look. "It's an optimistic fact."Patrick was already seated, scratching Hero's ears.He glanced over at them. "Play nice, kids. We have a reputation for professionalism to uphold.""Yes, we do." Casey seated herself at the head of the table. "And, like it or not, we're going to eventually have to hire someone. My standards are as high as yours, Ryan. Maybe higher. But I'm not giving up. This place is not going to continue as chaos central.""I hear you." Ryan got himself some coffee and turned to peruse the group. "So should we do rock, paper, scissors to decide who's going downstairs to let this one in?""I can handle that electronically, Ryan." An invisible computerized voice echoed from everywhere in the room, and a wall of floor-to-ceiling video screens began to glow. A long green line formed across each panel, pulsing from left to right, bending into the contours of the voice panel."Good idea, Yoda," Ryan replied. "Disarm the Hirsch pad when the doorbell rings and advise our job candidate to come upstairs. That alone should scare the shit out of her."Casey couldn't help but smile at Ryan's assessment. As for Yoda, Ryan's extraordinary artificial intelligence system, he'd become an honorary FI team member. Sometimes, it was hard to remember that he wasn't human. Then again, he'd been built by Ryan, who was very human. Bottom line? Ryan was a genius and Yoda was omniscient."Has everyone reviewed this candidate's application?" Casey asked."Yup." Marc was his usual straightforward self. "She sounds like a juvenile delinquent who never did hard time.""She sounds like a kid who needs a chance," Claire chimed in. "She was bounced from foster home to foster home and spent a lot of time on the streets.""I have to agree," Patrick said. "I know she's got a juvie record, and that would normally turn me right off. But in this case—her parents died in a plane crash when she was eight. There were no relatives to take her in. So she spent ten years in the system. That's tough.""And we're not exactly squeaky clean ourselves," Marc commented drily. He glanced at Patrick. "Other than you, Special Agent Lynch.""Not so much anymore," Patrick retorted. "You've corrupted me."The whole group chuckled."Yeah, we're the maverick investigators," Ryan said, coining a phrase from an article written about them. "So, if this girl has a brain, I'm willing to cut her some slack.""Some slack?" Casey repeated, shooting Ryan a look. "I'm hoping you'll do more than that.""I wouldn't count on it. I still think a virtual assistant would be the best choice." Ryan held up both palms to ward off oncoming arguments. "But I've accepted that I've been overruled. So let's get this show on the road."Right on cue, the doorbell sounded."Applicant number twenty-seven has arrived," Yoda announced."Punctual." Casey glanced at her watch. "Okay, Yoda, go ahead and let her in." She interlaced her fingers on the table in front of her. "Oh, and, Yoda? Leave out the applicant number when you announce her. Just stick to her name. Applicant twenty-six nearly took off when you made that reference. Let's not scare off applicant twenty-seven. It's starting to sound like we're scraping the bottom of the barrel and each one of them is it. Either that, or we're looking for perfection and can't find it.""That would be accurate," Yoda pointed out."True, but we don't want to intimidate the girl before she even gets upstairs.""Very well, Casey. Name only."Yoda's words were punctuated by the beeping sound of the alarm system as he disarmed it.
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24 of 24 people found the following review helpful. Worst Book in the Series By Cooking Jean Sorry folks, I found this book to be the worst in the Forensic Instincts series. Having enjoyed the others, I had high hopes when I checked it out of the library. The story line was thin, it was obvious "who done it," and there were errors that should have been caught by an editor. The errors got worse and more plentiful in the last third or so of the book--clearly it was rushed into publication. The worst error was that the wrong name was used for a character. As I recall, it was Patrick who was literally in two places at the same time. Had I bought the book, I would have considered it a waste of money. As it was, it was only a waste of time.
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful. fun read. This is a "running and shooting" romantic ... By feysidhe A quick, fun read. This is a "running and shooting" romantic suspense (as opposed to a deep psychological suspense or an investigative mystery). I really liked the fact that Kane didn't feel the need to spend a whole lot of time giving the other members of FI jobs to do, allowing the focus to remain on Madeline and Marc. That said, there wasn't a whole lot to this book. I'd recommend it for a beach read, but not as a hardcover.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful. Who wants to silence Madeline Westfield? By Denise Crawford The 4th in the Forensic Instincts series has the team trying to figure out why someone wants to kill Madeline and Conrad Westfield.Madeline hires FI when she is nearly run over along the road. Her husband, surgeon Dr. Conrad Westfield, is in a mental health facility because he is unable to deal with the death of a former friend and boss at Manhattan Memorial during a complex surgical procedure that he had performed. Did Conrad try to commit suicide, or was it something more sinister? The new CEO has plans for a merger, which leaves many of the staff upset and worried about their jobs. Motives for these attempted murders? Though I'd like to say that this was a finely tuned complex mystery with a lot of suspense and great characters, I cannot. I had to suspend disbelief through so much of the novel that I almost quit reading at 30%. I didn't like any of the team members (though they are beyond brilliant, just ask them) and their methods are clearly outside of the law. The case is closed, of course, but I couldn't work up any excitement or satisfaction.I've read all the previous books in this series, but this will be the last one for me. Unappealing characters, lame case, ridiculous romantic situations -- it has it all.Thank you to Edelweiss for the ARC to review.
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