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Long after Midnight by Iris Johansen |
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She didn't look like a warrior, sitting there on the boy's bed, Ishmaru thought in disappointment. She looked soft and womanly, without spirit or worth. He peered through the narrow slit afforded by the venetian blinds covering the window of the boy's room. Look at me. Let me see your spirit. She didn't look at him. Didn't she know he was there, or was she scorning his threat to her? Yes, that must be it. His power was so great tonight, he felt as if the stars themselves must feel it. Coup always brought added strength and exultation in its wake. The little girl had felt his power even before his hands had closed around her throat. The woman must be taunting him by pretending she was not aware he was watching her. His hands tightened on the glass cutter in his hand. He could cut through the glass and show her he could not be ignored. No, that was what she wanted. Even though he was quick, he would be at a disadvantage. She sought to lure him to his destruction as a clever warrior should do. But he could be clever too. He would wait for the moment and then strike boldly in full view of these sheep with whom she surrounded herself. And before she died, she would admit how great was his power. *??*??* Joshua remained awake for almost an hour, and even after his eyes finally closed, he slept fitfully. It was just as well they were going away for a while, Kate thought. Joshua wasn't a high-strung child, but what he'd gone through was enough to unsettle anyone. Phyliss's door was closed, Kate noted when she reached the hall. She should probably get to bed too. Not that she'd be able to sleep. She hadn't lied to Joshua; she was nervous and uneasy...and bitterly resentful. This was her home, it was supposed to be a haven. She didn't like to think of it as a fortress. But, like it or not, it was a fortress at the moment and she'd better make sure the soldiers were on the battlements. She checked the lock on the front door before she moved quickly toward the living room. She would see the black-and-white from the picture window. Phyliss, as usual, had drawn the drapes over the window before she went to bed. The cave instinct, Kate thought as she reached for the cord. Close out the outside world and make your own. She and Phyliss were in complete agree-- He was standing outside the window, so close they were separated only by a quarter of an inch of glass. Oh God. High concave cheekbones, long black straight hair drawn back in a queue, beaded necklace. It was him...Todd Campbell...Ishmaru... And he was smiling at her. His lips moved and he was so near she could hear the words through the glass. 'You weren't supposed to see me before I got in, Kate.' He held her gaze as he showed her the glass cutter in his hand. 'But it's all right. I'm almost finished and I like it better this way.' She couldn't move. She stared at him, mesmerized. 'You might as well let me in. You can't stop me.' She jerked the drape shut, closing him out. Barricading herself inside with only a fragment of glass, a scrap of material... She heard the sound of blade on glass. She backed away from the window, stumbled on the hassock, almost fell, righted herself. Oh God. Where was that policeman? The porch light was out, but surely he could see Ishmaru. Maybe the policeman wasn't there. Didn't Michael tell you about bribery in the ranks? The drape was moving. He'd cut the window. 'Phyliss!' She ran down the hall. 'Wake up.' She threw open Joshua's door, flew across the room, and jerked him out of bed. 'Mom?' 'Shh, be very quiet. Just do what I tell you, okay?' 'What's wrong?' Phyliss was standing in the She wanted to save lives.??The killer wanted to end hers. The first warning was triggered hundreds of miles away.??The second warning exploded only yards from where she and her son stood.??Now Kate Denby realizes the frightening truth:??She is somebody's target. Danger has arrived in Kate's backyard with a vengeance.??And the gifted scientist is awakening to a nightmare world where a ruthless killer is stalking her...where her innocent son is considered expendable...and where the medical research to which she has devoted her life is the same research that could get her killed.??Her only hope of protecting her family and making that medical breakthrough is to elude her enemy until she can face him on her own ground, on her own terms--and destroy him. ANew York Timesbestseller! 'Intense, hold-your-breath suspense.??Iris Johansen is incomparable.' --Tami Hoag,New York Timesbestselling author ofGuilty as SinandA Thin Dark Line 'LONG AFTER MIDNIGHT is one of the most thrilling, best-written books I have curled up with in a long time.??Iris Johansen is clearly at the top of her craft.' --Michael Palmer,New York Timesbestselling author ofSilent Treatmentand??Critical Judgment 'You'll be racing through to the last page of LONG AFTER MIDNIGHT.' --Catherine Coulter,New York Timesbestselling author ofThe Maze |
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