Title: Echoes of Terror
Author: Maris Soule
Genre: Mystery
Publisher: Five Star
Website: http://marissoule.com
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The latest release by award-winning novelist Maris Soule, Echoes of Terror is a taut, tense tale
about secrets, deadly intentions, and what happens when murder hits way too
close to home. Set against the backdrop of Skagway, Alaska, Echoes of Terror introduces protagonist
Katherine Ward, a Skagway police officer who finds herself thrust in
extraordinary—and extraordinarily frightening--circumstances when her past,
present and future threaten to collide in a most dangerous way.
About Echoes of Terror: Rural Skagway, Alaska’s small police
force is accustomed to an occasional crime--a stolen bike here, a DUI there. But when a teenager goes missing, the Skagway
Police force is hardly prepared, especially with its Police Chief in the hospital and an officer missing. Officer Katherine Ward is assigned the case,
never expecting it to parallel her own kidnapping experience seventeen years
earlier. Soon, Katherine realizes what
originally appeared to be the case of a rebellious teen runaway is anything but. There’s something—or someone—sinister at work
in this usually quiet town and a teenager’s life is in danger.
But missing teen Misty Morgan isn’t
your average teenage girl: she’s the
daughter of a billionaire. Misty thought
running off with a college boy would get her father’s attention, but now she
and another kidnapped teen are praying for their lives at the hands of a
ruthless kidnapper. Stuck in China on a business trip, Misty’s father suspected
his daughter was up to something and asked his longtime friend, Marine veteran
Vince Nanini, to fly to Alaska and stop Misty. Problem is, Vince arrives too
late to stop the kidnapping, and the police aren’t eager to let him help find
the missing teen.
When Katherine realizes the same man
who kidnapped and raped her years ago is the one holding Misty and the other
teenager, the terror of those months in captivity resurfaces. Together, Katherine and Vince must figure out
where the kidnapper has taken two teenagers, and fast. But nothing is at it seems in this race to
stop a madman before he kills again. The clock is ticking—and this time, the
past is close behind. Dangerously close behind…
Brimming with tension, filled with
twists and turns, and resplendent with pulse-quickening suspense that reaches a
dramatic and shocking crescendo, Echoes of Terror is a
bone-chilling tale that grabs readers and doesn’t let go. Award-winning novelist Maris Soule delivers a
briskly paced, masterfully plotted, spine-tinglingly realistic thriller that
will leave readers gasping for breath.
According to bestselling novelist Libby
Fischer Hellmann, author of the Ellie Foreman mystery series, “The pace and
writing will keep you turning pages. And the twist at the end? I didn’t see if coming. Do yourself a favor
and read this thriller now.”
CHAPTER ONE
7:25 a.m. Thursday
“That guy is a frickin’ idiot.”
“Who’s an idiot?”
Brian Bane glanced at the girl
sitting next to him before again splitting his attention between the twisting
road in front of his Chevy Blazer and the tailgating Ford Explorer. On their
right the roadway dropped over a thousand feet. As much as he liked excitement,
this Internet-born adventure was not starting out as he’d imagined.
“The guy behind us,” he said, keeping
a tight hold on the steering wheel. “He came up out of nowhere. Now he’s all
over my ass. Like there’s any way for me to go faster up this grade.”
Misty—or Miss T as she was known on
ChatPlace—twisted in her seat to look behind them. Her wild, blonde curls
brushed her shoulders, and her mini-skirt showed a teasing view of her inner
thigh. “Shit,” she hissed through her teeth.
“What?” Brian said.
“He sent Vince.”
“Who sent Vince?”
“My dad.”
“Your dad?” Brain didn’t like the
sound of that. “So who’s Vince?”
“He’s a guy Dad knew in the Marines.
He’s supposed to do computer security for my dad’s business, but he keeps
acting like he’s my bodyguard. I can’t do a frickin’ thing without him showing
up.”
She flopped back against the seat,
and crossed her arms over her chest. The fact that her old man had sent someone
after her, and the way she was pouting, didn’t bode well. For the first time
since he’d picked Misty up in Skagway, Brian wasn’t so certain she was the
eighteen years she’d advertised.
“How old are you, Misty? Your real
age, I mean.”
She glared at him, and then looked
away. “Age is meaningless.”
Meaningless, my ass, he thought. Damn, I’m so screwed.
He was about to take an under-aged girl into Canada. No wonder some steroid
filled ex-Marine with an over attachment to the boss’s daughter was after him.
He’d be lucky if he wasn’t arrested as an
International felon.
“Do you think—?”
A thump to the back corner bumper
sent the Blazer into a fishtail, and Brian gasped, clinging to the steering
wheel as he fought to bring the car back under control. “Jeez, Misty, your dad’s
buddy just rammed us.”
“Then step on the gas,” Misty
ordered, giving a quick glance behind them. “Outrun him.”
“In this thing?” The old Blazer was
tired iron. The first part of the Klondike Highway, from Skagway to White Pass
and the Canadian line, was a twisting, turning two-laner that rose from sea
level to over three thousand feet. The steep incline was already taxing the
engine. They’d be lucky to outrun a snowplow through this stretch.
Again the Explorer rammed into them,
this time lurching them straight toward the guardrail as the road turned. Misty
yelped and grabbed at the door. Brian swung the wheel. The sensation of the
front right fender grating on metal vibrated through the steering column. When
they came out of the turn, the Explorer was nearly side by side.
“Your dad’s buddy is nuts! He’s going
to kill us.”
“Just go faster!”
“I’m going as fast as I can.”
The powerful Explorer began squeezing
them closer to the guardrail. Jaw clenched and muscles taut, Brian struggled to
keep his SUV on the pavement. Adrenalin pumped through his body, a bitter taste
rising to his throat.
And then his heart nearly stopped.
Just a few hundred feet ahead, the
guardrail turned into a twisted, jagged strip of metal that hung limply to the
ground. Open air replaced protection. One bump from the Explorer as they passed
that broken section of guardrail, and they’d definitely be going over the edge,
tumbling down the mountainside.
“That’s it, Babe.”
Brian pulled his foot from the gas
and began to brake.
“What are you doing? Don’t slow
down!”
“Forget it,” he said in disgust. Man,
his friends had been right about this whole hooking up online thing. They’d
tried to talk him out of it, but all Brian had been seeing was a summer
traveling through Canada with a hot chick. Instead of lots of sex and partying,
after this ex-Marine got through with him, he’d be lucky if all of his body
parts were intact.
Brian brought the Blazer to a
complete stop, his entire body shaking. The Explorer angled in front of him,
preventing a forward escape. With a sigh, Brian shifted into park, and then
turned toward Misty—the beautiful, sexy Miss T.
The beautiful, sexy, under-aged, Miss T, he mentally corrected. “Wouldn’t you
know I’d hook up with jailbait.”
She glared at him. “So it didn’t work
out. Stop whining. Vince isn’t going to do anything to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Brian sure hoped that was
true. “So, what was this, just a little joy ride for you?”
“What it was is none of your
business.” Once again she looked away, out the side window.
Brian stared at her for a second,
kicking himself for being such an idiot, then he stepped out of the car. As he
looked toward the Explorer, he wondered if he should act angry—after all, Misty
had duped him. Or guilty—because he should have known she was under-age.
The other car door began to open, and
Brian called out, “Listen, man, I had no idea she was—” He broke off as the man
straightened and faced him. He almost laughed when he saw the bear mask . . .
Then he saw the gun.
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Acclaimed novelist Maris Soule is a
two time RITA finalist who has won numerous awards for her novels over the last
three decades. Born and raised in California, Maris majored in art at U.C.
Davis and taught art for 8 years before retiring to raise a family. Maris and
her husband divide their time between Michigan and Florida. Echoes of Terror is her 30th
book. Visit Maris Soule online at: www.marissoule.com
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