Book of Shadows
Homicide detective Adam Garrett is already a rising star in the Boston police department when he and his cynical partner, Carl Landauer, catch a horrifying case that could make their careers: the ritualistic murder of a wealthy college girl that appears to have Satanic elements.
The partners make a quick arrest when all evidence points to another student, a troubled musician in a Goth band who was either dating or stalking the murdered girl. But Garrett’s case is turned upside down when beautiful, mysterious Tanith Cabarrus, a practicing witch from nearby Salem, walks into the homicide bureau and insists that the real perpetrator is still at large. Tanith claims to have had psychic visions that the killer has ritually sacrificed other teenagers in his attempts to summon a powerful, ancient demon.
All Garrett's beliefs about the nature of reality will be tested as he is forced to team up with a woman he is fiercely attracted to but cannot trust, in a race to uncover a psychotic killer before he strikes again.
sharpens, eyes opening and focusing to pinpoints, at the sound of one fierce, stark vow: I’ll do anything. CHAPTER ONE Deep in the heart of Briarwood Children’s Hospital—or perhaps it was Carver Women’s, the boundaries between the separate hospitals having so merged by now it was at times impossible to tell the difference—stretched a long corridor rarely traveled in the winter months. A glass wall ran along one whole side of the corridor, looking out on the hospital garden, in
self-righteous, a Bible-thumper. Probably thinks I’m headed straight for hell. Then again, Garrett all too often had that effect on older authority figures. Relations between Garrett and the Lieutenant had become increasingly strained as Garrett’s solve stats climbed. He knew it was his own ambition that rankled; he wore it on his sleeve. But he couldn’t help himself. It was something about Boston, the city itself, that inspired greatness, that demanded greatness, something beyond the
the moonlit paths of the park, as Garrett pulled the Explorer over to the curb in front of the construction site. Before the Explorer was even stopped, the Dragon Man was fumbling for the door handle and jumping out of the car, his blackened bare feet hitting the sidewalk, running. He was astonishingly fast for the size of him. Garrett tossed a placard on the dash that stated: OFFICIAL BPD BUSINESS and followed. By the time Garrett had squeezed through the loose plastic fencing, the big man was
to be able to refer clients to what they need. Believe me, Detective Garrett, I can tell mental illness from possession.” Her face shadowed. “But Choronzon causes mental chaos. If Roland chanced to meet the demon, the encounter may well have affected his mind.” Behind her, the plastic sheeting rippled like water in the wind. Tanith took a step toward him, looking into his face. “Will you go to the Channel?” Their eyes met and Garrett felt the charge between them, felt it in every cell of his
the doorway and the partners turned to see Detective Morelli standing against the jamb. “Lieutenant wants to see you.” Garrett stood at the conference table in front of a stony Lieutenant and an even stonier Carolyn. He tried to keep his face, his voice, everything about him noncombative. “Edwards says the pelvic bones indicate the victim was a young woman, in her teens or early twenties,” he said. “Amber Bright was reported missing on August second, and she was seventeen years old. She was