The Rookie Club
COMING JUNE 6
Fifteen years ago in a San Francisco bar, the Rookie Club was founded--a tight-knit band of female cops, each struggling for respect from their male peers. Jamie Vail was one of them. So was Natasha Devlin, the woman Jamie caught in bed with her husband.
When Natasha Devlin is murdered, Jamie wants nothing to do with the investigation. A seasoned inspector in the Sex Crimes Department, shes facing her own terrifying case--female officers brutalized by a serial rapist who leaves no clues to his identity. Members of the Rookie Club are under attack and a sick game turns into a deadly vendetta. When the primary suspect holds the key to Devlin's murder, Jamie must confront her past and hunt a killer who could be one of their own.
Jamie is trapped between two brutal cases and time is running out before she becomes the killer's ultimate prize.
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It started on
a winter night in 1977. Lying in pink flannel sheets, Danielle pulled herself into a ball, curls falling across her face as she squeezed her eyes against the
dark. Every noise reverberated in her brain and sent her pulse drumming. Heart
pounding, she squinted into the dark. A scream stopped cold in her
throat when she saw him.
He stood almost as tall as the door. A dark hood covered his face,
allowing her to only make out the shadows of his deep-set eye sockets.
Long sleeves draped past his hands, hiding what she was sure were
his long, sharp claws. The metal bed dug into her spine as she clenched
the covers in damp fists. He stepped forward. A tiny whimper escaped
her lips where she had tried to scream. She forced herself to look , her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He melted into a
robe hanging on the back of her closet door--his head the hood of
her green terrycloth bathrobe, his eyes nothing more than shadows
Wiping her eyes, she turned on the porcelain fairy lamp that sat on
her bedside table. The room was cast in a pale amber glow. There was
no man.
Danielle went back to sleep, but for many nights afterwards, she saw
that man return. And others.
Now grown, Danielle left that bedroom and traveled across the country but the man in the dark never quite left her alone. Finally, Danielle
realized that man was her calling. Now, she spends her days (rather
than her nights) in an office where she stares at the blinking cursor,
dreaming of that man and others far creepier.
