Author(s): Carolyn Arnold
Series: Brandon Fisher FBI #7
Also in this series: Violated , Remnants , Past Deeds, One More Kill
Published by Hibbert & Stiles Publishing Inc on December 4, 2018
Genre(s): Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Suspense, Thriller
Source: Beck Valley Book Tours
Format: ARC, Audiobook
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And they thought prison was hell…
When a woman’s disappearance ticks off all the same boxes as two unsolved murders, Miami homicide detective Kelly Marsh is convinced there’s about to be a third. If she’s right and the killer sticks to their previous MO, she only has three days before Jenna Kelter’s decapitated head will show up somewhere in the city. With no time to waste, Kelly reaches out to the one person she knows can help: her former mentor and family friend Jack Harper, who just happens to lead a team with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
BAU special agent and profiler Brandon Fisher easily sees the similarities between Detective Marsh’s missing person case and the two cold cases: all three victims served time for DUI vehicular homicide and disappeared three days after being released from prison. But is that enough to assume Kelter has been abducted by a serial killer? Brandon’s not so sure and fears his boss may have let his personal connection to Marsh cloud his judgment. Surely there isn’t any other explanation for why they jumped into an investigation less than twenty-four hours after Kelter was reported missing. Then again, maybe Brandon is letting his own differences with the detective affect his perspective. He’ll need to move past it, though—and quickly.
After all, this killer has evaded capture for the past six years, and they may be looking at a lot more victims than originally suspected. This serial killer is calling the shots and pulling them into a macabre game of cat and mouse. While the team has no choice but to play, if they don’t make the right moves, one of them may not make it out of Miami alive.
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Carolyn Arnold has done it again by creating a story so terrifying and thrilling that has you guessing from the first page you cannot help to keep reading.. She knows how to a write a good mystery and as a fan of hers and the genre, picking up this book was an easy decision. From the first page she had me on the edge of my seat with a nail-biting prologue.
On the Count of Three is the 7th book in the Brandon Fisher FBI series and can be read on its own. In this installment Brandon along with his team members faced their biggest challenge. A serial killer determined to punish persons convicted of DUI homicide. The fascinating thing about this killer was his obsession with the number three. Victims are killed three years apart and three days after being abducted. There were more connections with the number 3 but you need to read the book to find out.
I had a front row view into the killer’s mind and it was not pretty. It is obvious he had a disturbed mind based on his actions. However, there comes a point when things escalate and they make mistakes which results in the end of their reign of terror. It was no different with this Un Sub.
I looked forward to spending time with the main characters. A member of the team struggled with personal issues which led to him agonising about future choices as it relates to his position with the BAU. They were real people facing real problems, which made it to establish a connector with them. Dealing with a case such as this had a lasting effect on them mentally.
A fast-paced plot which kept me on the edge of my seat. Disturbing and cringe worthy scenes but it did not stop me from turning the pages to learn who would eventually win the villain or the FBI. Besides of you are a fan of Criminal Minds then you will have no problem with these scenes.
Figuring out the identity of the killer and his motive was no easy task. Then when all had been revealed the author threw in a twist, I never expected. It goes to show you not everyone in your circle is your friend.
I enjoyed the author’s writing style which as always is detailed, intense, bold and true to life. Her stories are riveting and graphic, and this installment was no different, however it was edgy and darker and definitely not for the faint of heart. I loved how she blended the characters’ work life and personal life into the story allowing readers an opportunity to seem as persons to whom they can relate.
Fans of Criminal Minds and police procedural will enjoy On the Count of Three. I am eager to see what next the author has in store for her fans.
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THREE YEARS AGO
“Op-Ed columnist Pamela Moore passed away today after a violent home invasion left her for dead. Pamela was…”
The reporter droned on, sensationalizing Pamela’s redeemable qualities while shoving all her faults, misgivings, and mistakes into a closet of obscurity. But it was a fine representation of Pamela’s real life: she had spun perspectives to make a headline. More than that, she had been so obtuse that she had painted his family as idyllic.
She knew nothing!
His heart was thumping in his ears, his mind replaying the reporter’s words: left her for dead.
As if he’d done that on purpose. He would’ve preferred she’d died right away.
He clenched his fists and focused on his breathing, on slowing his heart rate. Sometimes he wondered why he put himself through watching the video over and over. The incident had taken place just over three years ago.
Still, he settled into his chair to journey back in time. To listen to what the newspeople had said about his victim, her masked assailant, and what had looked like a home invasion gone horribly wrong. It reminded him of what he’d done right and where he’d failed.
Pamela’s fiancé came on the screen. He was the picture of calm put-togetherness in his pressed suit, standing in front of the camera with a microphone to his lips. He, too, was singing her praises and calling for justice.
But poor Pamela. There would be no justice for her. Her case was as cold now as her body in the ground.
He focused on the TV again and listened.
“Sadly, police have no suspects at this time but say the man who did this is considered to be especially dangerous. They don’t believe that robbery was the motive, and they warn women to remain vigilant.”
Her confirmed death and the reporter calling him especially dangerous were takeaways he rather enjoyed. He leaned forward, a smile playing on his lips as he stopped the recording and rewound the VHS tape. He was determined to dwell on the good that came with the botched murder of Pamela. He’d learned from his mistakes and his second murder had gone much better. While they say practice makes perfect, he didn’t greedily indulge. No, he only took out those he deemed worthy of his attention. It was enough to quiet the darkness inside him. But there were times that the burning need to take a life was all-consuming. He called that side of him the Night.
It was an authentic part of himself, having lingered in the background for some time, calling out to him, taunting him to listen to its petitions. And now, as a man of thirty-seven, he was no longer afraid or leery of this facet of himself. He entertained the blood-filled fantasies of the Night when it was prudent, and no more would he be robbed of the fulfillment that came with taking someone’s last breath. His preferred killing method assured that now.
The VCR whined down to a thunk. He got up from his recliner and ejected the tape. He returned it to its cardboard sleeve and put it back under a floorboard near the TV set. It was safe there.
He laced up his boots and headed out to the shed—where he was holding his latest victim. The Night purred within him, yearning to be satisfied. His heartbeat pulsed beneath his skin, anticipating what was to come.
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