Informationen zum Autor Karen Rose Klappentext "Sam Reeves is a kindhearted psychologist who treats court-ordered clients. After one of his earliest patients-a pathological liar-starts revealing plausible new details from a long-unsolved serial murder case, he's compelled to report anonymously to the SDPD tip line, though his attempts to respect patient confidentiality land him facedown and cuffed by the aggressive (and cute) Detective McKittrick. San Diego homicide detective Kit McKittrick loves the water. She lives on a houseboat, and when she's not solving crimes with the SDPD, she's assisting her foster sister with her charter fishing business, scuba diving, or playing with her poodle. But there's nothing that intrigues Kit more than a cold case, so when an anonymous caller leads her on the path of a wanted killer, she's determined to end the decade-long manhunt. Sam is soon released but goes home with both a newfound distaste for the SDPD and a resolve--not unlike Kit's--to uncover the truth. Kit and Sam repeatedly butt heads in their separate investigations but are forced to work together to find one of the most deadly serial killers the city has faced in a decade."-- Leseprobe Chapter One San Diego Police Department, San Diego, California Monday, April 4, 11:30 a.m. Present day Hey, McKittrick." Kit swiveled in her desk chair, raising an eyebrow at Basil "Baz" Constantine, her partner of four years. "You rang?" Baz pointed to the double doors leading into the San Diego Police Department's homicide division. "You got company." Kit turned in time to see the doors close behind familiar wide shoulders. Harlan McKittrick ambled toward her, his gait as smooth and his smile as wide as it had been for the nineteen years that she'd been privileged to know him. "Pop!" She pushed away from her desk, walking into his outstretched arms. She still didn't like to be touched, but she made exceptions for Mom and Pop McK. The contact seemed to make them happy. Kit would do nearly anything to make those two happy. "Kitty-Cat," he said, tightening his arms until her ribs protested. He let her go when she grunted, his expression sheepish. "Sorry. Haven't seen you in too long." "It's been two weeks," she said dryly, but leaned up to peck his cheek, her heart warming at his pleased look. "What brings you into the city?" Because Harlan McKittrick hated the city. He was made for wide open spaces, not high-rises and traffic. "We're getting a new kid. Mom is meeting with the social worker and I thought I'd stop in and say hi." "Well, hi. Come and sit with me. I can take a short break." He looked around as he followed her back to her desk, curious as always. He was no stranger to the homicide division, having haunted its halls for years after they'd lost Wren. He'd kept the promise he'd made after Wren's funeral, helping her search for the man who'd killed her sister. They'd been unsuccessful in finding the monster, but even after sixteen years they still searched. She wondered if he'd come with a new lead. If so, it would be the first one in five years. "Nope," he said as he eased his six-foot-two frame into the chair next to her desk. "Nothing new." He'd always been able to read her mind. It had been maddening in her teenage years. He'd always known when she was ready to bolt or if she was telling anything less than the total truth. Now it was a comfort that someone knew her so well. "Me either. So tell me about the new kid." "Thirteen-year-old girl." His shoulders drooped. "She was scared of me." She squeezed his hand. "She'll see that you're different. They always do." One side of his mouth lifted. "You did." "I did, indeed." He sat quietly for a moment, then dug something from his pants pocket. Kit tensed, knowing what it would be even be...

Autorentext

Karen Rose

Zusammenfassung
Brace yourself for a scorching new series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Karen Rose, where San Diego means sun, surf, sand…and serial killers.
 
Sam Reeves is a kindhearted psychologist who treats court-ordered clients. After one of his patients—a pathological liar—starts revealing plausible new details from a long-unsolved serial murder case, he’s compelled to report anonymously to the SDPD tip line, though his attempts to respect patient confidentiality land him facedown and cuffed by the aggressive (and cute) Detective McKittrick.
 
San Diego homicide detective Kit McKittrick loves the water. She lives on a boat, and when she’s not solving crimes with the SDPD, she’s assisting her foster sister with her charter fishing business or playing with her poodle. But there’s nothing that intrigues Kit more than a cold case, so when an anonymous caller leads her on the path of a wanted killer, she’s determined to end the decade-long manhunt.
 
Sam is soon released but goes home with both a newfound distaste for the SDPD and a resolve—not unlike Kit’s—to uncover the truth. Kit and Sam repeatedly butt heads in their separate investigations but are forced to work together to find one of the deadliest serial killers the city has faced in years.

Leseprobe
Chapter One

San Diego Police Department, San Diego, California

Monday, April 4, 11:30 a.m.

Present day

Hey, McKittrick."

Kit swiveled in her desk chair, raising an eyebrow at Basil "Baz" Constantine, her partner of four years. "You rang?"

Baz pointed to the double doors leading into the San Diego Police Department's homicide division. "You got company."

Kit turned in time to see the doors close behind familiar wide shoulders. Harlan McKittrick ambled toward her, his gait as smooth and his smile as wide as it had been for the nineteen years that she'd been privileged to know him.

"Pop!" She pushed away from her desk, walking into his outstretched arms. She still didn't like to be touched, but she made exceptions for Mom and Pop McK. The contact seemed to make them happy.

Kit would do nearly anything to make those two happy.

"Kitty-Cat," he said, tightening his arms until her ribs protested. He let her go when she grunted, his expression sheepish. "Sorry. Haven't seen you in too long."

"It's been two weeks," she said dryly, but leaned up to peck his cheek, her heart warming at his pleased look. "What brings you into the city?"

Because Harlan McKittrick hated the city. He was made for wide open spaces, not high-rises and traffic.

"We're getting a new kid. Mom is meeting with the social worker and I thought I'd stop in and say hi."

"Well, hi. Come and sit with me. I can take a short break."

He looked around as he followed her back to her desk, curious as always. He was no stranger to the homicide division, having haunted its halls for years after they'd lost Wren. He'd kept the promise he'd made after Wren's funeral, helping her search for the man who'd killed her sister. They'd been unsuccessful in finding the monster, but even after sixteen years they still searched.

She wondered if he'd come with a new lead. If so, it would be the first one in five years.

"Nope," he said as he eased his six-foot-two frame into the chair next to her desk. "Nothing new."

He'd always been able to read her mind. It had been maddening in her teenage years. He'd always known when she was ready to bolt or if she was telling anything less than the total truth. Now it was a comfort that someone knew her so well.

"Me either. So tell me about the new kid."

"Thirteen-year-old girl." His shoulders drooped. "She was scared of me."

She squeezed his hand. "She'll see that you're different. They always do."

One side of his mouth lifted. "You did."

"I did, indeed."

He sat quietly for a moment, then dug something from his pants pocket. Kit tensed, knowing what it would be even before the little carving a…