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An Object of Desire? Or of Fear?
It was stolen from a New Orleans grave—the centuries-old bust of an evil man, a demonic man. It's an object desired by collectors and by those with wickedness in their hearts.
One day, its current owner shows up at Danni Cafferty's antiques shop on Royal Street, the shop she inherited from her father. But before Danni can buy the statue, it disappears and the owner is found dead….
Michael Quinn, former cop and now private investigator, is determined to find and destroy this object with its long history of evil and even longer trail of death. He and Danni are drawn together in their search for the missing statue, following it through sultry New Orleans nights to hidden places in the French Quarter and secret ceremonies on abandoned plantations.
But Cafferty and Quinn know that their story won't end when this case is closed and the dead rest in peace once again.
- Sales Rank: #310364 in Books
- Published on: 2014-02-25
- Released on: 2014-02-25
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.61" h x 1.03" w x 4.14" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 384 pages
Review
"Fans of romantic urban fantasy will look forward to seeing where Michael and Danni go next." --Publishers Weekly on Let the Dead Sleep
"Nobody writes New Orleans like Heather Graham. Let the Dead Sleep is further proof of this....She knows how to pace her novels for maximum suspense and this book was no exception." --Readful Things
"This book captivates its reader, is an easy read, and one that the reader will not want to put down until finished." --Paranormal Haven on Let the Dead Sleep
"Graham deftly weaves elements of mystery, the paranormal and romance into a tight plot that will keep the reader guessing at the true nature of the killer's evil." -Publishers Weekly on The Unseen
"Suspenseful and dark.... The transitions between past and present flow seamlessly, and the main characters are interesting and their connection to one another is believable." -RT Book Reviews on The Unseen
"A fast-paced story, involving history and ghost stories. Graham is skilled at creating intriguing, mature characters involved in challenging situations." -Lesa's Book Critiques on The Unseen
This "paranormal romantic mystery is exhilarating and fast-paced." -Genre Go Round on The Unspoken
"Graham does a great job of blending just a bit of paranormal with real, human evil." -Miami Herald on Unhallowed Ground
"The paranormal elements are integral to the unrelentingly suspenseful plot, the characters are likable, the romance convincing...."-Booklist on Ghost Walk
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than a hundred novels. She's a winner of the RWA's Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Thriller Writers' Silver Bullet. She is an active member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America. For more information, check out her websites: TheOriginalHeatherGraham.com, eHeatherGraham.com, and HeatherGraham.tv. You can also find Heather on Facebook.
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It was spring in New Orleans, a beautiful April day, and Angus Cafferty had been dead for three months the afternoon Michael Quinn followed the widow Gladys Simon to The Cheshire Cat, an antiques and curio store on Royal Street.
The house itself, now a shop, was one of the few buildings that had survived the Great New Orleans Fire of 1788 that had destroyed 856 buildings-followed by the fire of 1794 that destroyed another 212. It was one of the only structures from the mid-1700s that remained on Royal Street. It had a two-storied facade, with an inner courtyard and balconies surrounding the building streetside. He knew the layout of the old building; the original parlor, study and dining rooms were set up as the shop's display area, while the old pantry was Danielle Cafferty's studio. The basement was not really a basement at all. This was New Orleans, and even on high ground, the basement was just the lowest level of the house. Six steps led up from the street, and courtyard entries led to the porches and the house. The shop's basement was filled with treasures Angus had collected and kept away from the view of others. Upstairs, above the store, were the office and a small apartment used by the Cafferty family. Billie McDougall slept in the attic, ever watchful, while a second street entry, which had once been a carriage house, was now a two-car garage.
Following Gladys Simon was easy; Quinn was directly behind her and she was oblivious. He felt like a stalker, having to trail her like this, but when he'd discovered that morning that she had the bust, he'd tried to see her. According to her housekeeper, she refused to see anyone. No amount of cajoling had gotten him in.
He'd waited outside her house, but she'd run to her car, turning away when he'd begun to speak to her. All he could do was follow-and pray that she was going to the curio shop.
She approached the shop and so did Quinn, practically on her heels. As they entered, he saw Billie reading a book behind the counter and Jane Pearl, the clerk and bookkeeper, walking up the stairs, presumably going to her office. She paused, however, when she heard the door open.
Gladys Simon was unaware of her surroundings. She headed straight to the old mahogany bar that had been refashioned into a sales counter. Quinn stepped in right after her and feigned great interest in a grandfather clock that was situated just inside the front door.
Billie might have been perfectly cast as Riff Raff in a Rocky Horror remake or as an aging Ichabod Crane.
He was as skinny as his mentor and employer had been robust. Billie had steel-gray eyes and a shock of neck-length white hair and was dressed in jeans and a Grateful Dead T-shirt. He must have been a startling and imposing figure to a Versace-clad and perfectly manicured matron like Gladys Simon.
But Gladys didn't seem to notice anything about Billie at all. She rushed over to him.
"You buy antiquities, unusual items, don't you? You have to buy the bust from me-you must buy it from me. No, no, you don't need to buy it. You can have it. Please, come to my house and take the bust away. It belongs in a place like this!"
Billie glanced briefly at Quinn, a frown furrowing his wrinkled brow. "I'd love to help you, ma'am. I'm not the owner, but-"
"Oh, dear! That's right!" she said with a gasp. "But. .the owner died, didn't he? Oh, please tell me the new owner is available…please! I must.. I can't live with that thing anymore…."
"Now, try to calm down, Mrs….?"
"Simon. Gladys Simon. It was my husband's. He's dead now. He's dead because of that. .thing!"
"Please calm down, Mrs. Simon," he said again. "The object is a bust?"
"Yes, very old-and exquisite, really."
"You want to give me an old and exquisite piece?" Billie's voice was incredulous.
"Are you deaf, sir?" she shrieked. "Yes-I must be rid of it!"
By then, the woman's frantic tone had drawn the new owner from her studio in the back of the store.
Quinn had watched her on the day of Angus Caf-ferty's funeral. He had chosen not to approach her then; he had kept his distance when Cafferty was laid to rest in the Scottish vault at the old cemetery- the "City of the Dead," where he had long stated he would go when the time came. There'd been a piper at the grave site, but Cafferty was accompanied by the traditional New Orleans jazz band and a crowd of friends to his final resting place. He'd been loved by many in the city. Of course, a tourist or two-or ten or twenty-fascinated by the ritual, had joined in, as well. The vaults in the cemetery didn't allow for the immediate grouping around the grave that was customary at in-ground burials, so he'd been able to hover on the edges of the crowd, paying his own respects from afar.
There was no doubt that the man's daughter had been devastated. And there was no doubt that she was old Angus's daughter-she had his startling dark blue eyes and sculpted features, finer and slimmer, but still a face that spoke of her parentage. Her hair was a rich auburn, brushing her shoulders, a color that might well have been Angus's once-when he'd had pigment in his hair. Despite her grief, she hadn't seemed fragile or broken, which gave him hope. Though she was slim, she was a good five-nine and might just possess some of the old man's inner strength.
As she walked to the front of the shop, she was frowning slightly, obviously perplexed by the commotion. She wore jeans and a short-sleeved tailored shirt and somehow appeared casual and yet naturally elegant. She moved with an innate grace.
Gladys heard her coming and turned to her. "You- you're the owner?"
"Yes, I'm Danni Cafferty. May I help you?"
"Oh, yes, you certainly may. I know your father was intrigued by historic objects. I never met him but I read that his shop acquired the most unusual and. historic objects," she repeated. "You must come and take the bust."
"Mrs. Simon, we don't just take anything."
"It's priceless! You must take it."
"Mrs. Simon, I didn't say we wouldn't buy it. It's that we don't take things." Danni looked at the woman, assessing her with a smile. "I can't believe this is such an emergency that-"
"The bust killed my husband!" Gladys Simon broke in.
Danni raised perfectly arched brows. "Do you mean that…that it was used to strike him? If that's the case, the bust might well be evidence-"
"No!" Mrs. Simon cried. "You are not your father!"
Danni seemed to freeze, calling on reserves of hard-fought control and dignity. "No, Mrs. Simon, I am not my father. But if you wish to bring this bust in-"
"No! I won't touch it. You must come and get it."
Danni mulled that over for a minute, as if she was still fighting for control. Quinn noted that Gladys Simon's shrill voice had alerted Jane, and the bookkeeper was coming hesitantly down the stairs, one of Angus Cafferty's ebony nineteenth-century gentleman's canes in her hands. A good match for Billie- although the two weren't romantically linked-Jane was slim and straight with iron-gray hair knotted at her nape and gold-rimmed spectacles. She'd been with Angus for the past two years or so, and though she hadn't been a confidant in the way Billie had, she was fiercely loyal to the Cafferty family.
Jane was ready for whatever danger threatened, but seeing Gladys, her slim frame and near-hysteria, she held her place on the stairs, watching Danni to see if she was needed.
"Mrs. Simon, I'm sorry," Danni said. "You're suffering from terrible grief, and I have a lot of empathy for you. But we're not equipped to handle the psychological stages of that pain. We're a curio and collectibles shop and-"
"Yes! You must take the bust."
Danni glanced at Billie, who was following the conversation with unabashed interest.
"Mrs. Simon," she said gently. "Is there someone we can call? A close friend, a relative? Perhaps a minister or a priest?"
"I need you to take the statue!" Mrs. Simon said. Then she raged at Danni. "Oh, you stupid, stupid girl!"
Danni stiffened at the insult but, to her credit, took a deep breath and refused to reply, shaking her head with sorrow instead. "Let us help you. Let us get you someone who can help you."
Gladys whirled around, starting for the door.
"Mrs. Simon, if it's so awful, why didn't you just get rid of it?" Danni demanded.
Gladys stopped abruptly. She slowly turned around and walked toward her. "Don't you think I tried? I threw it in the trash, and it was back in the study the next day. I dropped it in a Dumpster on Bourbon Street, and it was back the next day. I buried it-and it was back!"
She was delusional-or so she obviously appeared to Danielle Cafferty.
"Mrs. Simon, really, you need to calm down," Danni said. "We'll go over and see the statue. Give me an address and we'll come this evening. We close at seven."
A sigh of sheer relief escaped Gladys and she dug into her handbag for a card, which she handed to Danni. "Thank you…thank you. You've saved my life!"
"It's just a bust…a statue…whatever, Mrs. Simon. Please relax. Everything will be fine."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Gladys breathed.
And then she was gone.
Danni picked up the store's old-fashioned phone. She started dialing as Jane came the rest of the way down the stairs.
"You all right, Danni?" Jane didn't hide her concern.
"Of course. But I'm worried about that poor woman."
"Who are you calling?" Billie asked.
"The police," Danni said. "Someone needs to help that woman-perhaps see that she's committed.
She's-"
It was time for Quinn to make his move and he did so swiftly, setting his thumb down on the disconnect button before she could dial three digits.
Danni stared at him in total indignation. "What the hell? Who are you-what do you think you're doing?"
"Don't call the police just yet. Listen to me. The woman really needs your help. Ask Billie," Quinn said. "I can try to follow her and get the damned thing, but I've already tried to see her and talk to her. She knows about your father and the shop, so you're the one she needs to trust. You need to go and get the statue. But you don't have to deal with this alone. I'll be there."
Taken aback, she was still angry, but he saw sudden recognition in her smoldering gaze, along with shock and resentment.
Maybe he wasn't handling this well.
"You.you were at my father's funeral," she said.
He nodded. "I was his friend. He was a good man. The best. And you're doing him a real disservice if you don't continue his work."
"His work? His work was this shop and I'm keeping it open. Listen, I'm calling the police. That woman needs professional help-and I don't believe you're any more equipped to deal with her than I am," she said.
"Billie?" Quinn turned to Angus's longtime assistant.
Billie cleared his throat, looking at Danni. "Um, yeah, I don't know how to explain it all, but your father would've gone out there and seen the statue."
"Who is he?" she asked Billie, inclining her head toward Quinn.
"He is standing right here. I'm Quinn. Michael Quinn, private investigator."
"And you're investigating crazy ladies with statues?" she asked sarcastically.
"You should go see the bust, Danni," Billie said.
"What's the matter with both of you? If I don't call the police, I'll live with a guilty conscience forever. She's deranged! She could be a danger to herself and others."
Quinn stepped back. "By all means, then. Call the police. And maybe they can help her for a few hours- a few days. The danger will continue. I guarantee it."
"Really? And you're so sure of this…how?"
"Because I worked with your father on occasion."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't know you," she told him.
"Um, I do," Billie said. "I know him."
"I've seen him with your father, too," Jane murmured. "But I don't think you should trust him."
"She should trust him. Yes, she should!" Billie argued. "No offense, Jane, but you were never part of Angus's real world. You've barely been around two years and you're his bookkeeper, nothing more."
"Well, I never!" Jane said.
"Jane is a wonderful employee and you will not stand here in my store and insult her!" Danni said indignantly.
"Angus trusted me implicitly," Jane declared.
"Perhaps," Quinn said with a shrug. "But that's not important right now."
Danni looked at him warily. "You should state your business, your relationship with my father and then leave the store."
"I helped him. He helped me. I guess Angus wanted to protect you, his little princess," Quinn said. "Well, it's a shame and it's sad and it's probably too late." He felt his anger growing, and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't really her fault if her father had chosen not to share the depths of his life with her.
But she should have figured out that he wasn't just a shopkeeper or a collector! How naive could she have been? On the other hand, maybe she hadn't been that naive. Maybe she'd just been gone too much.
"Like I said, I don't know you, and I was very close to my father!" she began. "Mrs. Simon is suffering and needs help but understand this-I am not trained or equipped to deal with mental illness, and I rather think you might have some problems in that area yourself-rather than being a person who's capable of dealing with it!"
Most helpful customer reviews
18 of 19 people found the following review helpful.
Took A Bit To Get Started But A Great Book
By Douglas C. Meeks
This book took me a bit of reading to get into, the story was good, the opening was good, the characters were interesting but there was some spark missing until about the 30-40% area. The plot is good and you get a good background on Danni but on Michael .... Not so much. Lot of stuff alluded to and I have to assume she is going to make this a series since there are few loose ends left hanging.
The whole story revolves around a bust which has a very evil inhabitant and the mission to find it and destroy it. The romance develops along the way and the story becomes more intricate as we go along. This is a good combination of paranormal, mystery, thriller and romance all of which means I will buy the next book in what I hope will be a few more books at least.
Without getting into the details she runs a shop that collects "things" some mundane and some evil and dangerous (which she obviously does not sell) and he hunts people that have evil stuff. He is an ex-cop among other things and seems to be a bit more than human but this book does not give us a ton of details which I figure will come out in subsequent books, all in all a good reading experience and a 4 Star rating.
20 of 22 people found the following review helpful.
HEATHER GRAHAM AT HER BEST
By Dr. RJ Parker
LET THE DEAD SLEEP by Heather Graham is another well-written, captivating story with some likeable and not so likeable characters. The suspense and plot was well crafted. I don't write long winded reviews because mainly I don't like reading them.
In a nutshell, Danni, who owns an antique store, is about to purchase a rare statue that is plagued with evil and death. But before she can buy it, the owner is murdered and the statue is gone missing. Enter Michael Quinn, and private investigator who with Danni, is on a search and destroy mission: to find and once and for all, destroy this evil statue.
This is fast-paced with lots of suspense and mystery. In my opinion it was a very good book but others may not like the paranormal angle. But, we all have our own opinions. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
8 of 8 people found the following review helpful.
chilling start to a new series
By kimbacaffeinate
Let the Dead Sleep is the first in the Cafferty and Quinn series by Heather Graham and I was excited to get a chance to review it for you. I love mystery and suspense wrapped in a little paranormal woo-woo with a side dish of romance and Graham serves up a perfect dish every time. The setting is one of my favorites; New Orleans and I quickly consumed this.
The tale begins as Danni Cafferty sits by her father's hospital bed after learning he won't survive. As she holds his hand, she tells him he cannot leave and she needs him. Suddenly he sits up and tells her he loves her, that he did her a disservice by not telling her about her inheritance and that he thought he had more time and could keep things normal for her a little longer. He tells her she must keep the shop and look to the book for answers. He then falls back on the bed. Danni calls for the doctor but he dismisses her claims that he spoke to her and informs her that her father passed before she arrived, and he wanted her to have a few moments before he told her. He indicates her father is already becoming cold and it's true. Creepy right? Danni keeps the shop on Royal Street filled with antiques and the staff she thinks of as family. She lives above it and paints. An elderly woman enters the shop and claims a marble bust killed her husband and is trying to kill her. She wants Danni to come get it, but before she can buy it the bust disappears and the owner is found dead. Michael Quinn is a former cop turned private investigator who claims to have worked with her Dad and demands her help in stopping this malevolent bust. What happens next turns Danni's world upside down as she discovers secrets about her Dad and herself.
Graham has a way of creating characters that I connect with and ultimately end up rooting for and this was the case with Danni and Michael. Danni is a successful artist, and loved her father so she doesn't hesitate to honor his wishes. Her journey of discovery and acceptance in events that occur was fun to watch unfold. I like that she is confident and puts herself out there even when she is totally freaked out on the inside. Michael and his back story were fascinating and I look forward to learning more about threads that were introduced. He is smexy, confident, level headed and I trusted him almost immediately. We meet cops, a priest and street thugs who all have their own unique voices and propel the story forward. I loved Natasha the voodoo priest and found facts about the religion fascinating and accurate. Michael's dog Wolf was sweet, and I think I would love to have the oversized mutt looking out for me. The only character that didn't ring true to me ended up being a key player in the mystery and my instincts and Graham's subtle hints were spot on.
The mystery involved a malevolent bust created in the image of a horrific man. It is highly sought by collectors and as thieves try to steal it the death rate in New Orleans rises. Voodoo, satanic rituals and greed all play a part in this fast paced mystery that kept me turning the pages. Graham's grasp of New Orleans, cults and voodoo made the tale feel very genuine and added to the creep-tastic tale. All of the pieces and clues thread together and I like how they are all brought together at the end. We do get a romance and it developed slowly out of respect and circumstances. Graham gave us some hot moments with just enough smoke to set our imaginations on fire. The relationship is fresh and undefined and I look forward to seeing how it develops. The plot possibilities with the overall ARC to this series is endless and I look forward to seeing what the author does with them. ARC provided by publisher in exchange for my unbiased review. originally posted at caffeinatedbookreviewer dot com
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