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It is Samhain—the Blood Harvest. Nonbelievers call it Hallowe'en. The night when eight Nashville teenagers are found dead, with occult symbols carved into their naked bodies. It's a ritual the killers believe was blessed by Death himself.
When children are victimized, emotions always run high, and this case has the public both outraged and terrified: a dangerous combination. Recently reinstated homicide lieutenant Taylor Jackson knows she has to act quickly, but tread carefully.
Exploring the baffling culture of mysticism and witchcraft, Taylor is immersed in a darkness that threatens to unbalance the order of her world, and learns how unchecked wrath can push a killer to his limits.
- Sales Rank: #186261 in Books
- Brand: Mira
- Published on: 2010-09-21
- Released on: 2010-09-21
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x 1.03" w x 4.21" l, .40 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 400 pages
- Great product!
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Starred review
Ellison's outstanding fifth Taylor Jackson thriller (after February 2010's The Cold Room) pits the homicide cop against a killer in league with the dark side. --Publishers Weekly
About the Author
J.T. Ellison is the New York Times bestselling author of 14 critically acclaimed novels and co-writes with #1 NYT bestseller Catherine Coulter. THE COLD ROOM won the ITW Thriller Award for Best Paperback Original. Visit http://JTEllison.com
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Nashville, Tennessee October 31 3:30 p.m.
Taylor Jackson stood at attention, arms behind her back, her dress blues itching her wrists. She was feeling more than a bit embarrassed. She'd asked for this to be done without ceremony, just a simple here you go, you're back in our good graces, but the chief was having nothing of it. He'd insisted she not only receive her lieutenant's badge again, but be decorated as well, in a very public ceremony. Her union rep was thrilled, and at her direction, had dropped the lawsuit she'd been forced to file against the department when they demoted her without cause. Taylor was pleased, as well. She'd been fighting to get reinstated, and she had to admit it was nice to put all of this behind her. But the pomp and circumstance was a bit much.
It had been a long afternoon. Taylor felt like a show pony, was flushed with the overly exuberant praise of her career, her involvement in catching the Conductor, a serial killer who'd killed two women back-to-back, kidnapped a third and fled Nashville with Taylor hot on his heels. She'd arrested him in Italy, and the story had immediately caught international headlines, because at the same time, she'd been party to the capture of one of Italy's most notorious serial killers, Il Macellaio. In the world of sound bites and news at your fingertips, taking two serial killers into custody had garnered so much attention that the chief had been forced into action.
Not only was she being reinstated; Taylor had command of the murder squad again, and her team was being reassembled. Detectives Lincoln Ross and Marcus Wade were shipped back up from the South Sector, and after a long discussion with the chief, she'd even talked him into allowing Renn McKenzie to become part of the permanent team. She had her boys back.
Most of them.
Pete Fitzgerald had fallen off the face of the earth. Taylor had last talked to him when he was in Barbados, anchored and waiting for a new part for his boat's engine. He'd called to let her know he thought he'd seen their old nemesis, and she hadn't heard from him since. She was sick with worry, convinced that Fitz had been taken by the Pretender, a killer so obscene, so cruel that he invaded her dreams and consumed her waking moments. A killer Taylor hadn't caught; the one who'd quite literally gotten away.
Her concerns had been compounded just last week, when the Coast Guard had picked up a distress signal off the coast of North Carolina. The GPS beacon matched the registered number for Fitz's boat. Despite countless days of searching, nothing had been found. The Coast Guard had been forced to call off the search, and the police in North Carolina couldn't get involved because there was no crime to be investigated. She had a call in to the North Carolina State Bureau of Investigations, in the hope they would see things differently, but she hadn't heard anything yet.
Taylor tried to shake off the thought of Fitz, of his body broken and battered, of what the Pretender was doing to him, or had done. The guilt spilled through her blood, making it chilly. She'd issued a challenge to the Pretender, told him to come and get her. Instead, she was positive he'd taken her friend, the man closest to her, aside from Baldwin. Her father figure. She had probably gotten Fitz killed, and she found that knowledge desperately hard to stomach.
She looked into the crowd, the sea of blue seated in compact rows before her. John Baldwin, her fiancé, sat in the front, grinning. His hair was too long again, the black waves falling over his forehead and ears in a tumble. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes; that was sure to get on the evening news, and she didn't want any more attention than she already had. She touched her engagement ring instead, twisting the channel-set diamonds around her finger.
Her team sat beside him: Lincoln Ross, hair grown out just enough to slip in some tiny dreadlocks; Marcus Wade, brown-eyed and sweetly happy. He was getting serious with his girlfriend, and Taylor had never seen him so content. The new member of the team, Renn McKenzie, was at Marcus's left. Taylor saw McKenzie's partner, Hugh Bangor, a few rows back. They'd been very discreet—only Taylor and Baldwin knew they were an item.
Even her old boss Mitchell Price was there, smiling benevolently at her. He'd been a casualty of the events that led to Taylor losing her badge in the first place, but had moved on. He was running a personal protection service catering to country music stars, and had made it clear that anytime Taylor wanted to bail on Nashville Metro, she was welcome to join him.
Fitz was the only one missing. She forced the lump in her throat away.
The chief was pinning something to her uniform now. He stood back with a wide smile and started clapping. The audience followed suit, and Taylor wished she could disappear. This was not what she wanted, this open, public enthusiasm on her behalf.
The chief gestured to the microphone. Taylor took a deep breath and stepped to the podium.
"Thank you all for being here today. I appreciate it more than you know. But we really should be honoring the entire team who participated. I couldn't have done any of this without the help of Detective Renn McKenzie, Supervisory Special Agent John Baldwin, Detective James Highsmythe of the London Metropolitan Police, and all the officers of the Metro Police who participated, in small ways and in large, on the case. The city of Nashville owes these men and women a debt of gratitude. Now, enough of the hoopla. Let's go back to work."
Laughter rippled through the crowd, and they clapped again. Lincoln whistled, two fingers stuck in his mouth, and this time she did roll her eyes. Baldwin winked at her, his clear green gaze full of pride. With her back ramrod straight and her ears burning, she thanked the chief and the other dignitaries, nodded at her new boss, Commander Joan Huston, and made her way off the dais. People began milling about; the language of the force rang in her ears like a mother's lullaby. She was back, and it felt damn good.
Baldwin met her, took her hand. "So how's the Investigator of the Year?"
She took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. "Don't start," she said. "This is mortifying enough as it is."
He laughed and kissed her palm. A promise for later.
Lincoln and Marcus both hugged her, and McKenzie shook her hand.
"Congratulations, LT!" Lincoln's gap-toothed smile felt like coming home, and she clapped him on the back. Price joined their group, shaking her hand gravely, his red handlebar mustache neatly trimmed and waxed for the occasion.
"What's your first act as a newly restored lieutenant, Loot?" Marcus asked.
"Buying y'all a beer. It is Halloween, after all. Let's get out of here. How about we head down to Mulligan's and grab a Guinness?"
"You're on," Marcus said.
She gestured to her stiffly starched uniform. "I just need to change."
"Us, too. Race you to the locker rooms."
Ten minutes later, once again in civilian clothes—jeans, cowboy boots, a black cashmere turtleneck and gray corduroy blazer, left open—Taylor felt much more comfortable. She snapped her holster onto her belt, then risked a glance at her shield. Her phantom limb. Losing it had just about cost her everything. She lovingly caressed the gold for the briefest of moments, then attached it to her belt in front of her holster. Complete. Again. She slammed her locker shut and met the boys in the hall. She saw Baldwin's eyes stray to her waist and pretended she didn't see his satisfied smile.
As they left the Criminal Justice Center, Taylor's spirits lifted. The joshing, joking group of men behind her, Baldwin in step at her side, all served to remind her how lucky she was. Now, if she could only find Fitz and do away with the Pretender, life would be grand indeed.
They'd just passed Hooters when Taylor's cell rang. She looked at the screen, saw it was dispatch. She held up a hand and stopped on the sidewalk to answer.
"Jackson," she said.
"Lieutenant, we need your response at a 10-64J, possible homicide, 3800 Estes Road. Repeat, 10-64J."
The J designator made a shiver go up her spine. /meant the victim was a juvenile. She hated working crimes with kids involved.
"Roger that, Dispatch. I'm on my way." She slapped the phone shut. "Hey, guys, I'm sorry. I've got to go to this scene." She pulled her wallet out of her jacket's interior pocket and handed Lincoln two twenties. He shook his head.
"Hell, no, LT. You're back on the job, so are we."
"But you're not on today. Go on ahead."
"No way," Marcus said. They lined up shoulder to shoulder, a wall of testosterone and insistence. She knew better than to fight. They were all just as happy as she was to be back together.
"I'll drive," McKenzie offered.
She smiled at them, then turned to Baldwin. "Well, aren't you coming, too?"
"What, the Nashville police want the help of a profiler?" he teased, his green eyes flashing.
"Of course we do. Come on then, let's go. We'll have to take two cars."
They drove up West End, McKenzie in the lead, Taylor and Baldwin following. Getting to Green Hills at this time of day was difficult at best, the traffic stop-and-start, so McKenzie was leading them through the back roads. Up West End, then left on Bowling, through the gloriously wooded neighborhoods, wide green lawns, large homes set far back from the main streets.
Many of the houses were decorated for Halloween, some professionally, with complete horror tableaus on their front yards: Black-and-orange twinkling lights and tombstones and full-size mummies—some crafted with the obvious hand of a child—fake spider webs and friendly ghosts. On the corner of Bowling and Woodmont there was a large inflatable headless horseman. It was starting to get dark, and there had been rain earlier in the day. Fog rose in wispy streams from the lawns. A few jack-o'-lanterns had been lit, their insides glowing with sinister comfort.
Once they turned left onto Estes, it only took a moment to reach the address. The first responders—firefighters and EMTs—had already left. Patrol cars littered the street, crime-scene tape was strung across the road. Blue-and-white lights flashed in the evening sky, reflecting off the brick houses. Farther down the street, moving away from the commotion, small groups had started floating from door to door; the youngest trick-or-treaters escorted by their parents before full dark set in. Even if it hadn't been Halloween, it would have been an eerie scene.
Paula Simari was there, standing by her patrol car. Her canine partner, Max, was in the backseat, grinning a doggie smile at the activity. His services had not been needed tonight, it seemed.
The five of them approached and Paula held up her hands. "Whoa. No need to bring out all the big guns. Just one body up there." She gestured over her shoulder at the second story of an expansive Georgian red brick house. "How's it being back in charge, Lieutenant?"
"Very nice, Officer." Taylor liked Simari. She was good people, always ready with a quip, but knew when to be serious. "Why don't you brief us, then we'll take a cruise through the scene." She signed in to the crime-scene call sheet, then handed the pen to Baldwin. By the book, that was her new middle name.
"Sure. Body is that of a seventeen-year-old male Caucasian, name Jerrold King. His sister, Letha, came home from shopping with friends—they both go to Hillsboro but they had a half day today. It's a teachers' in-service afternoon. Said she went into his room to borrow a CD and found him naked on the bed. She called 911 and they responded, but he was deceased when they arrived."
"Suicide?" Taylor asked.
"Not exactly," Simari replied grimly. "Not unless he was into pain."
"Pain?" Baldwin said, eyebrow raised.
Simari bit her lip. "I think you should see this for yourself. That's why I had dispatch call you directly."
Taylor looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. "Okay. Let's go. Baldwin, you're with me. Marcus, Lincoln, could you start chatting with the crowd?" She pointed to the driveway of the house next door, which was accumulating people, some dressed in costumes, some obviously just home from a day at the office. The suits outnumbered the costumes three to one. "See if anyone saw anything. McKenzie? Make sure the medical examiner is on the way. We need a death investigator and crime-scene techs."
"Will do."
She followed Simari up the elaborate steps of the house, through white Doric columns onto a wide brick porch. A trio of witches nestled in between two spider-webbed rocking chairs; dual arrays of orange chrysanthemums in black wrought-iron planters were parked on either side of the door, their blossoms bright and new.
Taylor took a second to wind her hair into a bun and secure it, slipped her hands into purple nitrile gloves. Baldwin followed suit—their hands suddenly all professional, no more the recipients of holy palmers' kiss. They couldn't afford to confuse the crime-scene techs with their own DNA, nor allow their personal relationship to affect the case. It had been difficult for Taylor at first, pretending she and Baldwin weren't emotionally entwined. It was easier now. She was learning his detachment skills.
Simari was already gloved up, and let them in.
A teenager with rough skin and a jet-black bob sat at the foot of the stairs, white and shaking. She had black circles under her eyes and the faintest trace of dark lipstick in one corner of her mouth. Her lips were jammed together in a thin line; it seemed she knew if she opened her mouth the world would collapse.
"Lieutenant Jackson, this is Letha King. She found the body."
Taylor bent at the waist to get to the girl's level. "Letha. I'm so sorry for your loss. Are your parents on their way home?"
The girl didn't meet her eye, just shook her head. Simari stepped in. "They're out of town. We're tracking them down now."
Letha wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to hold herself together. Her nails were painted black, the polish wearing away. Taylor was tempted to reach out and touch her, to give a bit of warmth, of comfort, but refrained. She needed to see the body first, then she could worry about the living.
She stepped back onto the porch and whistled at McKenzie. He was on his cell phone, raised his eyebrows in question. She gestured for him to come to her. He nodded, said something briefly into the cell, then slapped it shut and bounded up the stairs. Taylor spoke quietly.
"I've got the victim's sister in the house. Kid's completely shattered. She needs to have someone with her. Would you mind?"
"Not at all. Everyone's on their way."
"Great, thanks. Come with me."
They reentered the house, and Taylor led McKenzie to Letha.
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14 of 15 people found the following review helpful.
I think I have a new series to collect...
By ChibiNeko
When I'd first read this in July, I have to admit that the month had been one of discovery for me. Not only did I discovered the wonderful murder mystery styles of Kyra Davis (another Mira author), but now I've discovered the wonderful J.T. Ellison. My book buying budget will never be the same. I'll warn people- this book is #5 in the Taylor Jackson series so there will be some things that you might not catch or entirely understand if you are a newbie to the series like myself. No worries though- this book was very capable of standing alone. (Which is how most series of this nature should be, to be honest.)
Taylor Jackson wasn't even reinstated long enough to celebrate before she's called to a horrific murder scene. Once there she discovers that the victim was a teenage boy... and that he's not the only victim. Before the night is over seven more victims are found, each with a pentacle carved onto their bodies by someone who is taking the magic of Samhain (Halloween) all too seriously. With the knowledge that one or more killers are running around her city, Taylor knows that she has to solve this one & fast. Meanwhile her fiancee Baldwin is facing troubles of his own when he's called to D.C. for a hearing concerning not only a serial killer from years ago but also a co-worker he'd gotten far too close to...
With a storyline that is new reader friendly & a wonderfully macabre murder investigation, this book kept me reading at such a fast pace that I finished it within a day. Ellison does a wonderful job of not only making Taylor tough, but feminine at the same time. There are far too many "I'm too gritty to be feminine" characters out there, so it is refreshing to see someone create a character that isn't a "gritty female cop" cliche.
The occult based plot was also interesting, with Ellison obviously having done some research not only into the goth & witchcraft scenes, but also into those who misinterpret & abuse them. While at times the Samhain murders seemed to drag a little, Baldwin's 2004 serial murder crime investigations did a fine job of keeping the momentum going. I'm honestly curious to see where this series goes next.
It really is a joy to discover an author that is capable of making her series books into mostly standalone novels. With the current series trends running to multiple ongoing plot arc stretching over multiple books, there are far too many series out there where the reader will more than likely feel hopelessly lost picking up a book too far into the series. Never fear- the Taylor Jackson series is more akin to an episode of Law & Order (in its standalone capabilities) than the stretched out plot arcs of some of the other series out there.
Overall this should make for a great read when it releases in October- the perfect month for a series of occult themed murders. Old & new fans should be able to pick up this read & revel in the intriguing investigations into a spooky crime, although some might get a wee bit frustrated that the book isn't as action laden as others out there.
(ARC provided by Netgalley)
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
Thrilling
By Hrafnkell Haraldsson
I don't read mysteries. I never have, though my mother was a huge fan. But I like the TV show Castle, and that was enough to make me try this book. And I'm glad I did, because I would have missed out on a great story and some excellent writing if I had not.
J.T. Ellison's The Immortals is simply superb. I don't know if I can say I read mysteries, but I do read J.T. Ellison, and I do read the Taylor Jackson novels.
Much of the "detective fiction" I have previously read has been less than compelling. But Ellison creates realistic characters who have realistic motivations and who are not only likable but more importantly, relatable.
The story takes place over just a few days, when several teenagers are found brutally murdered in their homes. The world of modern paganism and more specifically, Wicca, come into play, and it is clear that Ellison has done her research. I am a pagan myself, though not Wiccan, and I have a passing familiarity with the religion. I cannot speak to the author's absolute accuracy (and who can with modern paganism being such a diverse phenomenon?) but it seems to me she got her details right. She is careful to make a distinction between those who abuse a thing and those who truly practice it. Wicca does not come out looking bad, no worse, for instance, than Catholicism would if the murderer were a Catholic priest. Anything good can be perverted.
She handled the existence (or non-existence) of magic very skilfully. For those who believe it is very real, and she presents it as real, which was refreshing. For those who do not believe in magic, there is skepticism, as their should be. Each thinks the other wrong but Ellison never makes a judgment herself. It is left to the reader to judge for themselves whether or not the magic taking place is really taking place.
I do not want to give away the plot or its twists but I will say here that it is an exciting story, one that will keep you on the edge of your seat and the book opened in front of you. It is a difficult book to put down, particularly as you get towards the climax. There is some blood and some sex and a healthy dose of violence, but never for their own sake. It's a good, realistic, adult read and as good as any I've read this past year.
Ellison has crafted a world that made me interested, that makes me want to delve deeper and read more. I want to read the previous Taylor Jackson novels to learn more about the events that made her the person she is in this novel. And I know what I will be looking for when I next walk into the bookstore. Highly recommended. If you've ever been tempted to try a murder mystery, try this one.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
This series continues to impress me - just awesome!
By K. Sozaeva
After reviewing The Cold Room (Taylor Jackson Novels), and then receiving this book to review, I decided to go ahead and get the previous books in the series (All The Pretty Girls (Taylor Jackson), 14, Judas Kiss and then, of course, The Cold Room (Taylor Jackson Novels), of which I purchased an e-book version just to round things out) and read them first in order to have a better idea of the background before I read this latest one. I was glad I did - while it is not strictly necessary to your enjoyment of this novel (enough of the background is explained to give you the skeleton of what has happened so you can understand what is happening), it does help flesh out some of the details that would otherwise be missed, such as exactly how it was Taylor had needed to be reinstated as lieutenant in the homicide department, and why her team had to be reassembled from all over the metro area (this all is explained in Judas Kiss) or why she doesn't like Memphis Highsmythe (explained in The Cold Room (Taylor Jackson Novels)). Any road, all the books are excellent, so you won't mind reading them anyway!
In this book, things open up somewhat light, with Taylor happily preparing for a nice evening out with her reassembled Murder Squad, when a call comes in from Dispatch. Although the rest of the team doesn't need to follow her, they all decide to go along, and as it turns out ... it was just as well they had. Not long after they arrive at the first scene - a dead teenager with a pentacle carved on his stomach - a woman starts screaming across the street - there is another dead teenager in her house. Then another. And another. As the parents come home from work, they are finding their children dead - all stripped, with pentacles carved on their stomaches. Seven dead teens on a single street - it is a nightmare for Taylor ... Then Marcus finds an 8th a couple streets over, who is not quite dead - she is rushed to the hospital, but the prognosis is not good.
As Taylor starts working to solve the case, she receives help from an unexpected corner - a self-proclaimed Solitary Dianic witch, who says that the culprit is a young sanguinary vampiric warlock, very powerful, and that she (Ariadne) is there to help track him down. Taylor - ever the rational one - is highly skeptical.
Overall I was impressed with the author's sensitive portrayal of paganism - at first I was starting to get upset with the use of the pentacles and the police automatically assigning the blame to Satanism, and I was afraid that the book was going to go that route - but with the introduction of Ariadne, and the proper explanation of things, I was happier. The only problem I had was a comment that Ariadne made to herself at one point about the sin of men in seeking power even within many pagan groups and covens - within Paganism there is no concept of "sin" per se. And in Dianic witchcraft, especially, she wouldn't have thought something quite like that - it would have been more along the lines of how it is always the tendency of patriarchy to enforce the traditional roles of hierarchy rather than maintaining equality and balance - that's what Dianic witchcraft is about, attempting, through worship of Goddess and the feminine, to balance all the years of patriarchal rule and worship of the god and masculine. But I'm rambling ...
I can definitely recommend not just this book, but this entire series thus far. If you like police procedurals, suspense and great character development, you should love these books! Do yourself a favor and grab 'em while you can!
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