Max Allan Collins - No One Will Hear You

Praise for You Cant Stop Me

Max Allan Collins delivers cutting-edge action and suspense!
David Morrell, New York Times
bestselling author of The Shimmer

Reality TV turns thriller! A killer yarn from a master of suspense.
James Rollins, New York Times
bestselling author of The Doomsday Key

You Cant Stop Me is not only the title but also a mantra I said to myself whenever something threatened to interrupt my reading. I look forward to more stories with J.C. Harrow.
Crimespree

Engrossing.
Rod Lott, Bookgasm

An exhilarating ride A fast-paced page-turner that moves like a semi down a mountain road with the brakes burned out.
Pulp Fiction Reviews

An all-out thriller with plenty of twists and turns. Maybe the title should have been You Cant Stop Reading because this ones hard to put down.
Bill Criders Pop Culture Magazine

and for Max Allan Collins

Max Allan Collins has an outwardly artless style that conceals a great deal of art.
New York Times

No one can thrust through a maze with the intensity and suspense of Max Allan Collins.
Clive Cussler

Max Allan Collins is masterful. His ability to sustain suspense is exceptional.
San Diego Union-Tribune

Collins witty, hardboiled prose would make Raymond Chandler proud.
Entertainment Weekly

Max Allan Collins is the closest thing we have to a twenty-first century Mickey Spillane.
This Week (Ohio)

One of the new masters of the genre.
Atlantic Journal-Constitution

A compelling talent for flowing narrative and concise, believable dialogue. Highly recommended.
Library Journal

Simply open the book. The pages turn themselves. A fine novel by a fine writer.
John Lutz (on Road to Purgatory)

As cool as an Eskimo Pie on a summer day and as sharp as a Ginsu knife.
Milwauke Journal Sentinel (on The First Quarry)

Collins skillfully ties up a multitude of branches into the big, bloody bouquet one would expect from the author of The Road to Perdition sharp and satisfying
Publishers Weekly (on Deadly Beloved)

Also by Max Allan Collins
You Cant Stop Me (with Matthew Clemens)
Road to Perdition (graphic novel)
Road to Purgatory
Road to Paradise
CSI series
Quarry in the Middle
The First Quarry
The Last Quarry
The Goliath Bone (with Mickey Spillane)
The Big Bang (with Mickey Spillane)
The History of Mystery (with Matthew Clemens & George Hagenauer)

As Barbara Allan (with Barbara Collins)
Antiques Bizarre
Antiques Flee Market
Antiques Maul
Antiques Roadkill

Also by Matthew Clemens
My Lolita Complex (with Max Allan Collins)
Dead Water: The Klindt Affair (with Pat Gripple)
CSI graphic novel series (with Max Allan Collins)

MAX ALLAN

COLLINS
and
MATTHEW CLEMENS

NO ONE
WILL HEAR
YOU

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eISBN-13: 978-0-7860-2789-7
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First printing: March 2011

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For Paul Bishopcop, writer, friend

Love means never having
to say youre sorry.
E RIC S EGAL

No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.
A.A. M ILNE

Naked, shivering but not cold, Crystal Haggerty huddled behind bushes.

Sweat streamed through her long, blonde hair, and down her face, stinging her eyes. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared back through the darkness, toward the house.

Nothing.

Then she swiftly scanned the woods for any sign of her pursuer.

Nothing.

Shit, she thought, anger at herself spiking through the terror. That usually infallible bullshit detector of hers had failed her big-time, her hunger for a gig, any damn gig, sending her home with a charming indie movie producer

who behind closed doors had transformed into a raving psychopath with a butcher knife!

His silhouette appeared on a rise, in the distance, and the lovely blonde saw the outline of that weapon in hisright fistthe same blade shed glimpsed him fondling thanks to the cracked bathroom door, a sight that had sent her on a headlong run through his kitchen, out the back door, and into a sticky California night and moonlit woods.

When they met after that acting class, hed told her he was a producerLouis St. James. She did her research and his story rang true, so she accepted his request for dinner.

After that impressively expensive restaurant, she allowed him to drive her to his place on the pretense of looking at a script, not at all surprised when he began kissing her the instant they got inside. She was a big girl and he was a handsome enough guy. An actress and a producernot exactly a new story.

When he led her into the bedroom, the roses on the nightstand struck her as a little over the top, but what the hell? She fawned over them for him, still hoping hed haul out a script after she had, well, paid for dinner.

She was naked on the bed, and they were kissing, tangling tongues, before she got a hint of anything off-key. He still had on most of his clothes, but then some guys were shy. They continued to make out, his hands finding her breasts. She didnt mind sharing them with himshed paid enough for them