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Hollywood superstar Max Conroy is A-list all the wayone of the few actors who can guarantee box office blockbusters on opening weekend. Max has it all: the devil-may-care charisma, the stunning movie star wife, and a sizable personal fortune that grows along with his legend. When Max escapes from a rehab center in Arizona, disoriented and longing to return to his blue-collar roots, he becomes the target of a motley group of kidnappers planning to cash in by holding him for ransom. Max not only outsmarts them; he evens the score. Little does he know that a far more dangerous and merciless enemy is coming for him. But this time, he has an ally in the smart and beautiful sheriffs deputy Tess McCrae. For years, Max drifted through an easy superstar life, untethered and without purpose. But as he fights for his life, something turns inside him. Hes ready to live againon his own terms. He will destroy those whod rather see him die like an icon than live like a man.

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To my fellow author and good friend William Simon who can always talk me - photo 1

To my fellow author and good friend William Simon,

who can always talk me down from the ledge.

Acknowledgments

MANY THANKS TO the people who helped make this book a reality: Deborah Schneider of Gelfman-Schneider Literary Agency; my editors, Courtney Miller of Thomas & Mercer and Charlotte Herscher; and to my friends and fellow writers for their helpfulness and unbending support: Sinclair Browning, Elizabeth Gunn, J.M. Mike Hayes, Carol Davis Luce, Susan Cummins Miller, Michael Prescott, Cheryl Shireman, and William Simon.

Thanks to my husband and publisher, Glenn McCreedy, and my wonderful mother, Mary Veronica Falk.

Prologue

Big Bear Lake, California

WHEN HE CONSIDERED all hed had were textbooks, some of which hed written himself, and a slide rule, retractable measuring tape, calculator, drafting pencil, and reams of notebook paper, Dr. Stephen DePaulentis was quite proud.

Stephen DePaulentis, MD, PhD, chief forensic pathologist with the Los Angeles Police Department (retired), member in good standing with the National Board of Medical Examiners, and frequent crime-scene expert on CNN, was well aware that his thirty-plus years of accumulated knowledge would go unappreciated in the cabin at Big Bear Lake.

But for the moment, he savored the magnitude of his accomplishment.

Hed discarded three prospective scenarios as impossible and stuck with the simplest solution to the problem presented him. Over a two-day period, he had gone over his projections from stem to stern. There were no holes.

He peered out the half-closed blinds of his cabin. A speedboat arrowed across the lake. Sunlight glistened on blue water. He wished he could be out there

And realized, for the first time in eight months, he actually wanted to live. The heart bypass had kneecapped him, shrunk him, and the depression that followed was crushing. Now he felt useful again.

He heard a motion behind him. His captor.

I didnt hear you come in, he said. Its all done.

Good, his captor said.

Everythings worked out, the blood spatter, the trajectories, where to place the He looked at the still, quiet eyes and faltered. At any rate, mission accomplished. You can simulate it on a computer. Ive given you all the measurements, probabilities, forensicseverything.

Abruptly, he felt deflated. Nothing left to say.

His captor held a takeout bag from The Lodge. Last night Dr. DePaulentis had asked for Kobe beef, and had gotten it. Not as good as youd get in the restaurant, but good enough for takeout. Today it was poached salmon.

He tucked in while his captor read over his notes. They finished about the same time. His captor said, Remarkable.

I think so. He wiped his chin with the linen napkin that had come with the food. Wondered what his pals in the forensic biz would think.

As he set down his fork, he heard a snap behind him. It was a snap he recognized from years of donning latex gloves. He spun around. What?

His captor looked at him with that stone face, eyes immovable in her head. One gloved hand held a semiautomatic. She nodded in the direction of the bathroom. He capitulated, walking ahead of her, his heart ramming its way up into his throat. He could hear the motorboat whining across the water, see the sun filter through the ponderosas between the blinds. The sky outside was a perfect, crystalline blue.

She stopped at the bathroom doorway. Take off your clothes.

Cant we talk about this? I have two grown daughters

She raised the gun to chest level. No point arguing. He removed his clothes, embarrassed by his white, flabby body, the scars on his chest. Covered himself with shaking hands.

Get in the bathtub.

He stepped in. What else could he do? The water had once been warm, but it was tepid now. She must have run it before she went to get his lunch.

Sit.

He sat in the tub, tried to keep his voice calm. You dont have to do this. I promised Id keep quiet, and I will.

She reached down by the sink and handed him a full bottle of wine. Good wine too, he noticed. Drink, she said.

You can monitor my phone, my e-mails. I promise I wont say anything.

Drink.

No choice. He drank. Good wine or not, he barely tasted it. His mouth was sour with fear. He swallowed rapidly, like drinking from a fountain, wanting to be as drunk as possible.

His captor emptied a vial of pills into her hand. He recognized them immediately: secobarbital. He stared at the red capsules for a long time, his heart hammering in his ears. He wouldnt get through this alive. His only choice was how.

He took a deep breath and reached out with surprisingly steady fingers. Picked the pills up delicately, one by one, from her outstretched palm and transferred them to his own, then placed them in his mouth.

Thinking, I did truly fine work.

He almost choked, his mouth was so dry.

But eventually, he swallowed them all.

I: DESERT CREATURES

Chapter One

THE WOMAN AND the boy came from LA. They drove a white 1999 Toyota Camry, which looked like a million other Toyota Camrys all over the West. The woman, whod bought the car two days previously from a man in Anaheim, wanted something that would slip under the radar.

There was an AAA sticker on the back bumper. Theyd argued about it. The woman for, the boy against. The boy thought that someone might notice the Triple A sticker, but the woman said the sticker hinted at solidity. Besides, she said, people dont see Triple A stickers.

The woman won. She always wonshe was the boss.

Theyd started out at dawn, stopping in Banning for breakfast. No hurry. Detoured off I-10 to drive into Palm Springs. For five dollars, the woman bought a map of the stars homes. They drove past Frank Sinatras Twin Palms, which you could rent for $2,600 a night, and the honeymoon house of Elvis and Priscilla Presley on Ladera Circle, and Marilyn Monroes house. The Palm Springs Tram was closed for repairs or they would have taken it to the top of San Jacinto. The boy got a souvenir, thougha Palm Springs traveling cup.

He had quite an accumulation of souvenirs from their travels, mostly cheap things. In Indio, he insisted they stop at a roadside stand for a bag of dates. Not to eat, but to add to his stash.

When we dump the car, the woman said, you cant take all this stuff with you.

The boy shrugged. He knew better than most that life was a transient proposition.

The boy was twelve going on twenty. Quiet. He kept his feelings to himself. But the woman knew that behind the subdued facade was a land mine waiting to explode. You just needed the right thing to trigger it.

He wanted.

The woman knew what he wanted, and she would have liked to give it to him, but this was serious business. The job came first.

He was lucky she was taking him at all.

Chapter Two

WELL INTO THE second hour of Max Conroys incarceration, the arresting officer came to release him from this stinking hellhole. About time.

From the outside, the courthouse in Paradox, Arizona, was nineteenth-century ornate, but that didnt fool anybody. The inside was moldering, cramped, and oven-hot. It smelled of urine, alcohol, and BO. His cell mate hadnt moved in the two and a half hours Max had been in here; he just lay on the one bunk with his face to the wall, snoring like a gas generator.

The alcohol fumes were getting to him. He couldnt stand the stench. Sometimes his mind would driftthis had happened a lot in the last couple of weeksand when he came back into his body he imagined he could smell it on himself.

But he was clean. Alcohol and drug free.

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