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Sleepy Hollow isn't so sleepy anymore…
One night, New York FBI agent Aiden Mahoney receives a visitor in a dream—an old friend named Richard Highsmith. The very next day he's sent to Sleepy Hollow because Richard's gone missing there.
Maureen—Mo—Deauville now lives in the historic town and works with her dog, Rollo, to search for missing people. She's actually the one to find Richard…or more precisely his head, stuck on a statue of the legendary Headless Horseman.
Mo and Aiden, a new member of the Krewe of Hunters, the FBI's unit of paranormal investigators, explore both past and present events to figure out who betrayed Richard, who killed him and now wants to kill them, too. As they work together, they discover that they share an unusual trait—the ability to communicate with the dead. They also share an attraction that's as intense as it is unexpected…if they live long enough to enjoy it!
- Sales Rank: #132638 in Books
- Published on: 2014-09-30
- Released on: 2014-09-30
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.59" h x .98" w x 4.14" l, .41 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 362 pages
Review
"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 culture and history surrounding San Antonio and the Alamo are described in detail. 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
"If you like mixing a bit of the creepy with a dash of sinister and spine-chilling reading with your romance, be sure to read Heather Graham's latest.... 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
"Heather Graham knows what readers want."
-Publishers Weekly
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.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
It was a horrific sight.
And, bizarrely enough, one that might be missed, at least in Sleepy Hollow. Here, and in the surrounding villages and towns, images and effigies of headless horsemen were common.
A pole had been stuck into a man's likeness created from wood and stuffing and plaster and cotton—a likeness that ended at the neckline. Right where the Revolutionaryera jacket and shirt left off.
And Richard Highsmith's severed head had been stuck onto the pole.
It was bloody, and the midlength, salt-and-pepper hair was matted and dark. The face might once have held character and dignity.
Maureen Deauville stood with her enormous wolfhound, Rollo, and stared at it. For a moment, she felt as if she'd been teleported back to medieval times. The breeze rustled through the trees and the sounds of traffic from the road seemed to fade. She might have been standing in distant woods, viewing the results of a gruesome execution carried out by some long-ago government.
In reality, she was on the street that bordered a cemetery to the west. There were houses here—some very old, some not so old—and a few businesses, including Tommy Jensen's Headless Horseman Hideaway Restaurant and Bar. His effigy of the headless horseman, a good seven or so feet high, lurked on the roadside to attract clientele.
And it had been used to display the head.
The parking lot was filled with cars, mainly cop cars. It was barely 7:00 a.m. At least seven uniformed officers were there, ready to handle crowd control and keep the few cars on the street moving along. A crime scene unit van had just arrived and jerked to a halt, followed seconds later by the ambulance from the morgue.
They'd begun the search for the missing man that morning, just half an hour earlier.
"You've done it. You and Rollo have done your jobs," Lieutenant Purbeck said with a sigh. "Not what we expected to find, or hoped to find, but…" He paused. "But that's part of Richard Highsmith, anyway."
The blood was congealing. It had dripped over the crisp collar and seeped onto the shoulders of the white cotton shirt and blue jacket on the should-have-been-headless mannequin. The eyes were open in death, and crows and blackbirds lurked, waiting to attack. Even as Maureen stared up at the atrocity before her, a crow zeroed in, aiming for the soft tissue.
"We've got to get that down!" One of the cops, a young man, new to the force—Bobby Magill, Maureen thought—groaned, sounding ill.
"Anyone who's going to puke, get the hell away from the crime scene! Let's get it covered!" Lieutenant Purbeck shouted.
At Maureen's side, Rollo gave one of his deep, bone-jarring barks. Maureen quickly soothed the large wolfhound. "Good job, Rollo," she murmured. Men scrambled, as Lieutenant Purbeck said, "I want a step…a block…something. We need an investigator up there. And crowd control! Someone arrange detours until we've got all this out of here. And I sure as hell don't want anyone around gaping and snapping shots for Twitter and Facebook!"
Gina Mason, head of the forensics unit, stepped forward and yelled at them. "Get the birds away! And then get some kind of screening set up. We have to preserve the scene! Can we get rigging and tarps around the—the— Around it! Everyone will be breathing down my neck for trace evidence and I'll have to say we were defeated by a crow!"
Dr. Aaron Mortenson from the coroner's office had arrived, as well. He got out of his car and walked over to Gina.
"Let the photographer up there first, and then I'll take a quick look. I won't disturb anything until you've had a chance to get what you need," he told her.
Mortenson was middle-aged, trim in appearance and always reserved. He saw Mo and Rollo. To her surprise, he nodded to her with something that was almost a smile. A silent acknowledgment that said, Work well done. He sighed loudly. "Since it's so early, thankfully no four-year-old saw this and realized the head was real. God knows— Halloween. It might well have taken hours even in broad daylight before anyone saw that it wasn't just part of some grisly display."
She nodded solemnly back at him.
Lieutenant Purbeck came to stand near Mo, allowing the technicians and the medical examiner the space they needed.
He set a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm okay," she assured him.
Then she turned away, grasping Rollo's collar and taking him with her. He'd done his job well. Too well. This was one search she wished she could've sat out. Sooner or later, someone would have really looked at the headless horseman that stood outside the entrance to Tommy's place. The police hadn't really needed her services. She actually wished that they hadn't called her; this one was a little too close to home.
"Why my horseman?" Mo heard. She turned.
Tommy Jensen, an old friend—and owner of the Headless Horseman Hideaway Restaurant and Bar—had been allowed through. The restaurant didn't open until eleven; his staff didn't even arrive until nine or nine-thirty. But, she realized, looking at his grim face as he stared at the scene, it was his horseman and his parking lot. She figured he'd been called in.
He looked at her bleakly and tried to smile. "Of all the horsemen in all the world…"
Mo touched his arm. He was her senior by a few years; she'd known him since she was ten or so. She recalled that the older girls had often teased him because he'd been a big, awkward kid. He still liked to moan about his dating life. But now that they were all older and presumably more mature, the group she'd hung out with growing up now frequented his restaurant. It was her favorite hangout when friends met up at night for dinner, coffee or drinks. He always took care of them.
He'd been born and bred in the area and was a true lover of the Hudson Valley. He'd owned the restaurant for about two years and it was charming, offering pool tables, dart boards and an "enchanted forest" for young children when their families came for lunch.
Purbeck turned to him. "What time did you leave last night, Tommy?"
Tommy was startled—as if he'd just realized he might be a suspect. "About 2:30 a.m. And I didn't leave alone. I left with Abby Cole. We cleaned up, locked the place and were together the whole time. I drove her home."
"And you didn't see anything? Anything at all unusual?" Purbeck demanded.
Tommy shook his head. "Sir, I'm telling you, we were worn-out. Halloween's coming, you know? We're busy. We had to announce last call and practically shove people out of their chairs. When we finally took off, my car was the only one in the lot and."
"And?"
"I didn't even glance at the horseman, to be honest. But, like I said, we'd been busy. We had a lot of visitors and people were talking at their cars before leaving. They'd been to the attractions, the haunted houses, the storytelling, all that. So.I'm not a cop, but I don't see how this could have been done until the wee hours of the morning."
Purbeck released a sigh. "Call your people. We're going to have this area closed off for the next five hours or so."
"The poor guy! I feel really bad about this." Tommy frowned. "But why did it have to be in front of my place? Oh, Lord, will anyone ever come here again?" he asked, his tone dismayed.
"They'll flock in—to see where the head of Richard Highsmith was found," Purbeck said dryly. "You can open, but not until dinner." He paused, glancing at the scene. "I'm giving my crime scene techs a good five hours. Until then, the crime scene tape stays up. Oh, and, make sure I can get hold of you."
Tommy looked at Mo. "Don't leave town, huh?" he said. Then he looked back at Purbeck. "I don't leave town often, sir, so no worries there. Can I go home?"
"For now. Tell Abby we'll be talking to her and the staff," Purbeck added.
Tommy waved as he turned to leave. Then he stopped. "Mo, can you come by later? He could be right about business being okay—or people could be so creeped out, they won't come anymore."
"I'll come by, Tommy," Mo promised. "I'm sure you'll be okay."
She wished she believed her own words. But talking to him, encouraging him, was at least keeping him from seeing the head spiked on his effigy of the headless horseman.
Lieutenant Robert Purbeck walked over to her. "Mo, you can go, if you like. We'll take it from here." He sounded gruff and uncomfortable. "You and Rollo were dead-on, as usual." He paused, rolling his eyes at his unfortunate choice of words. "That came out wrong, but this whole thing is just…bad. Very bad. Are you all right?"
Was she all right?
No one there was all right. But she wasn't a cop or a forensic expert; she was Rollo's owner. She was an "expert consultant." And, sadly, she'd seen the very bad before.
Sometimes, more often than not, she and Rollo found those who were still living. She could proudly say that many a time they had helped save lives. Not today.
"Yes, I'm fine," she assured Purbeck. "But it's not a picture I'll forget."
"None of us will," he murmured.
She squared her shoulders and patted Rollo's massive head. "We've found terrible and tragic things before, Lieutenant. And we've survived them."
Purbeck was a tall, muscled man in his late fifties. He could be a tough cop, but he was also a sort of father figure to her, and his expression was one of parental concern. "We just discovered a head on a pole, Maureen. Here. In Sleepy Hollow. That's damned…scary and disturbing."
All she could do was agree. "I'm worried about you," he said next. "You live alone."
"I have Rollo."
Rollo was huge. Standing on his hind legs, he was nearly six feet tall and dwarfed most men. He was one of the largest of his breed she had ever seen.
"Rollo, yes. He might well scare the common car thief," Purbeck said. "And, yeah, he's great at what he does. He's not a bloodhound, not even a scent hound, he's a sight hound, but he's always right on the money. I guess dogs have it over us." He shrugged. "And he's one hell of a companion. But, Mo, whoever did this is sick. Really sick. I'm no expert on nutcases—and I don't think I have to be. This is—" He paused, searching for a better word. Apparently, he didn't find one. "Sick," he repeated.
Maureen nodded again. "I…I would hope that someone suffering from a serious mental problem, an illness, would be the only person who could do something so horrible," she said. She gestured around her. "Most people come here because of Washington Irving and his short story 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.' They're intrigued by it, they love history—and, well, they just want to see the place. But with this… Someone's turning it into an obscene joke."
"Yeah. Some whacked bastard out there has taken the work of the first American man of letters and twisted it into something tragic. I'm going to stop it. I refuse to let any more of this happen in our town. I'm going to track down whoever committed such a…such a dreadful crime, such a travesty—" Purbeck broke off. "I will get this bastard!" he vowed.
Maureen placed one hand on his arm. People here were extremely proud of Washington Irving, and of course the tourist trade that sustained many businesses in the village of Sleepy Hollow and in Tarrytown was due to Irving's time-tested stories. She knew that herself. Like many who found their way to Sleepy Hollow, her parents were Irish New Yorkers who had fallen in love with the Hudson Valley. They hadn't purchased property in the area, though. Instead, they'd rented every time they'd come for the summer or other holidays. She'd been the one to set down permanent roots here, buying a cottage down the Hudson from Irving's Sunnyside. It had belonged to an older couple, friends of her parents, who'd gone to Arizona because of the husband's severe asthma; they and Maureen had made a deal that was amenable to both parties, and she'd become a full-time resident. Her parents, too, had decided to retire to Scottsdale, joking that they'd never again have to shovel snow.
While she still loved the city—there was, truly, nothing like New York in the world—she'd needed to get away from the nonstop energy, the frequent chaos. And while she loved many places around the country, she'd never seen anything quite as beautiful as the Hudson Valley. Yes, areas off a few of the main roads seemed remote and very dark. But she'd bought what she considered the perfect home in Sleepy Hollow.
"And Richard Highsmith," Purbeck said. "Lord, why?"
Neither of them had an answer for that.
Mo was hardly an expert on politics, but she'd admired Highsmith. He was that rare politician willing to stand and fight alone. He hadn't adhered to any political party; he was an independent. He seemed to have taken the best policies and beliefs from everyone else out there. People loved him. He had plans for fiscal responsibility and he also had plans that focused on making equality part of the fabric of America.
Yes, he was loved.
But he was also hated.
And yet.
Hated this much?
"Was someone after Mr. Highsmith specifically?" Mo murmured. "Or."
As she'd told Lieutenant Purbeck, she had to hope that only someone truly ill could have done this. Even worse—if such a thing was possible—was the chance that Richard's murder had been random, that he'd just been taken and that.
If that were true, there could be more heads on top of horsemen who should have remained headless.
She knew Purbeck was thinking along the same lines.
"While this is going on, you might want to stay with a friend or move into a hotel," Purbeck said to her.
"Lieutenant, we have no idea what's going on yet," Mo reminded him. "Highsmith was a politician. He was very likely to be voted in as New York's next mayor. He was an independent, which means that most people loved him but that he also had enemies in the major political camps. I know—I followed him and his politics. He also had plans to run for governor at some point in the future, and a lot of people here still have homes in the city and use the Valley for escape. So…it makes sense that he was speaking here."
Purbeck nodded. "Yep. He was special and he was different. But getting back to you… You're in a remote area. I don't know if Rollo, big as he is, can protect you from this kind of insanity."
"His size scares people all the time," Mo commented.
"Normal people," Purbeck agreed. He stood awkwardly for a moment, watching his officers and the crime scene technicians working. "But if you actually know the dog, he's one friendly guy."
"Don't kid yourself, Lieutenant—Rollo can be fierce!" Maureen bent down to hug the dog. He didn't exactly prove her point when he rewarded her with a sloppy kiss. One of her mom's best friends had bred Irish wolfhounds; the dogs had been special to her from the first time she'd seen them. She and Rollo were family.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
An okay story but not the best in the series.
By Donna C
I requested this title from NetGalley while I was still reading the last book in the Krewe of Hunters series because Sleepy Hollow is a neat little place and I really enjoyed THE HEXED. If this book was anything like that one then I’d probably enjoy it too. It’s a fair enough assumption, I think.
Except THE BETRAYED didn’t really live up to the last book’s standards, in my opinion. While Graham’s pretty much mastered setting and Sleepy Hollow and the surrounding area were their own characters within the story, they were so vivid, I felt the interactions of the protagonists was gawky and awkward and the dialogue just subpar. The over use of the exclamation point was extremely distracting and a lot of the time unnecessary. The actions in THE BETRAYED were far more about moving from Point A to Point B without developing a whole lot of ambiance or really allowing the characters to grow at all.
Mo was a stagnant character throughout the story and while she served a major purpose in finding bodies and people as the plot unfolded she was rather wooden. Not unlikeable but she didn’t offer up anything that I would like either so let’s just say I’m ambivalent about her. Not the greatest place to be. As for Aiden he seemed to be a copy of Rocky from THE HEXED, right down to needing to see Mo to the door, protecting her, the sex, making breakfast in her house, pretty much everything except the pertinent backstory. Although Aiden did have his connections to the area, just like Rocky did so there was that. The relationship between Mo and Aiden developed in much the same way as Rocky’s and Devin’s did so there was little excitement there for me. To add to that Aiden was a dick to Mo in the beginning for no good reason except to keep his distance from her for emo reasons. That didn’t make much sense.
I’ve noticed that Graham, from the two books I’ve read, has a bad habit of introducing a condom into a sex scene, neither of the characters actually having one, the female saying she’s on birth control, it makes things all better, and the sex commences. I overlooked it in THE HEXED but now that it’s cropped up again in THE BETRAYED I can’t ignore it. Please. If you insist on bringing a condom and various other methods of birth control into a fictional sex scene don’t stop at it just preventing pregnancy (the condom). These two people were strangers. You have them fumbling for a condom that doesn’t actually exist and I guess in this world birth control not only stops babies but stops STDs too. Yeah, no. Stop it. Either remove the reference altogether, have them stop sex because they have no idea where each other has been (for the sake of realism, since we’re talking condoms), or have one be available. Don’t, well, half-cock it.
I found myself very distracted while reading this one and I didn’t feel as invested in the story as I did the last. Aside from the setting, the stark formulaic similarities between characters and plots of the two books it was kind of hard to get invested in the same rehashed story under the guise of an entirely new book. To be honest it makes me a little weary to dive into the rest of this series if these last two books are any indication of the repetition I’m going to encounter. I’d like more of the Krewe as a whole, their beginnings and how the constant characters were put together. This being book number fourteen I doubt I’m going to get any of that going forward. Still, I’m going to go back. Graham loves her settings and she does an incredible amount of research to make them come alive. I lived in Connecticut for 29 years and I never once went to Sleepy Hollow (or Salem, for that matter) and she’s gotten me to put those places on my list for when I make it back there. Because I have to. Because I’m missing that quintessential New England feel and what better places to get it?
I still want to read this series. I do. But I won’t lie. My buzz has been killed a little at the copy THE BETRAYED was of THE HEXED in terms of plot and characters. The fact that I’m picking up a formula off of two books doesn’t bode well but I won’t give up yet. I like what I read here enough to keep at it.
2 1/2
15 of 17 people found the following review helpful.
Not Good
By Fallen3
I hate that I didn't like this book. I always look forward to the Krewe Series, & preorder. They are always at least four star books to me. I just couldn't get into this one. The hero was so flat. He is part of the Krewe group and was once able to talk to the dead but after a bad experience, he decides to ignore that side of himself. Well then why the heck did he join that group?!?! That's what they are all about!!! He was stand offish with the h until about 60% of the book. He was kind of a butt really. The H & h hardly spend anytime time together in the first half of the book. At about 60% they finally share a short kiss. At around 71% he's telling her he's falling in love with her. Smh...That would have been fine if they had actually spent more time together in the first half of the book. He spent just as much time with Debbie, the stripper. He also spent more time thinking about how beautiful her face was, how sexy her body was, & how kind Debbie was then he did Mo, the heroine. For me that is a huge no, no. Even though he wasn't doing it in a "I want to get with her way".
I just didn't care for him. He was flat, expressionless, passionless. The one sex sence was very short. They never talked about his past. No bonding moments that make you feel like they are building a stronger conection.This is just not what I like in my H & h.
I liked Mo, but just felt like she really wasn't a big part of the story. Just one of many, & didn't stand out as a heroine.
There was no action. No dangerous feelings, no build up.
The reason for the killings was silly to me, & what was done to the bodies was for shock factor for the book only. It was explained why they were murdered, but no reasoning as to why they were displayed the way they were.
I liked the cemetery details that were in the book, but found the details for the rest of the town forgettable. I didn't get that hunted feeling I usually get from The Krewe Series books.
I would definitely read the next in the series because they are my favorite by this author, and are usually a sure thing.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
Suspenseful with Constant Twists & Turns
By Tia Bach
Aiden Mahoney, a New York FBI agent, has a dream of an old friend--a politician named Richard Highsmith--and suddenly finds himself assigned to his murder investigation and sent back to Sleepy Hollow, recruited by the Krewe of Hunters, a uniquely talented group within the FBI.
Maureen "Mo" Deauville, along with her dog, has a knack for finding missing people. Sometimes alive, but lately too many have been dead. She finds Richard in a grotesque and very Sleepy Hollow way. More deaths follow.
Can Maureen and Aiden find who's responsible?
I really loved The Hexed, another book in the Krewe of Hunters series. Both books had a similar setup. Two characters who have unique gifts get thrown together and find themselves attracted to one another. In addition, both books had present day murder mysteries with the added allure of an older paranormal story (Salem witches in The Hexed and the Sleepy Hollow legend here).
While this book was just as fast-paced and interesting, I felt less connected. The story seemed rushed in the beginning. Since I'd read a previous book in the series, it didn't throw me off too badly, but I could imagine other readers would be a bit lost for a while. I also didn't feel connected to the love story here, although I like both the characters individually. Maybe, it's simply that the concept--since it was so similar--felt less new and exciting this time around.
With all that being said, it's a suspenseful read. I never quite figured out who did it, thanks to constant twists and turns and intrigue. If you enjoy a good murder mystery and like the idea of a paranormal element thrown in, definitely pick this one up. You will certainly be entertained.
Note: I received a complimentary copy for review purposes. A positive review was not requested or guaranteed; the opinions expressed are my own.
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