{"product_id":"the-target-isbn-9780515125627","title":"The Target","description":"\u003cb\u003eFBI agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock are faced with the case of an abducted child in this “absorbing”(\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e) FBI Thriller.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEscaping unwanted media attention after a notorious incident, Ramsey Hunt retreats into the solitude of a cabin high in the Colorado Rockies. But his isolation is shattered when he rescues a small girl in the forest and strangers invade his private meadow with intent to kill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMolly Santera, the little girl’s mother, catches up with Ramsey and her daughter, mistaking him for the kidnapper. When she discovers that he instead saved Emma, there’s little time for thanks. With the strangers in pursuit, the trio flee to Chicago for sanctuary.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith an unexpected assist from FBI agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock, Molly and Ramsey begin to unravel the clues, and in the process they make an astonishing discovery as to the true nature of the target.\u003cb\u003ePraise for Catherine Coulter’s FBI Thrillers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Fast-paced.”—\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This terrific thriller will drag you into its chilling web of terror and not let go until the last paragraph…A ripping good read.”—\u003ci\u003eThe San Francisco Examiner\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A good storyteller...Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.”—\u003ci\u003eFort Worth Star-Telegram\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “With possible blackmail, intra-judiciary rivalries and personal peccadilloes, there’s more than enough intrigue—and suspects—for full court standing in this snappy page-turner…A zesty read.”—\u003ci\u003eBook Page\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Twisted villains...intriguing escapism...The latest in the series featuring likable married FBI agents Lacey Sherlock and Dillon Savich.”—\u003ci\u003eLansing \u003c\/i\u003e(MI)\u003ci\u003e State Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Coulter takes readers on a chilling and suspenseful ride...taut, fast-paced, hard to put down.”—\u003ci\u003eCedar Rapids Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The perfect suspense thriller, loaded with plenty of action.”—The Best Reviews\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The newest installment in Coulter’s FBI series delivers...a fast-moving investigation, a mind-bending mystery.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Fast-paced, romantic...Coulter gets better and more cinematic with each of her suspenseful FBI adventures.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eCatherine Coulter\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the FBI Thrillers featuring husband and wife team Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. She is also the author—with J. T. Ellison—of the Brit in the FBI series. She lives in Sausalito, California.Prologue\u003cp\u003eHE SAW THE man clearly: tall, with dark clothes, a\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estark figure against the misty gray sky. He was walking into\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe big granite building, ugly and flat-looking, with scores\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof windows that didn’t look out over much except if you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewere up high. Then, suddenly, he was behind the man, just\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eover his shoulder, keeping pace with him, watching him\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etake the elevator to the nineteenth floor. He was nearly\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebeside him as he walked down the long corridor and opened\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe door to a large office. A smiling receptionist greeted\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehim, laughing at something he said. He watched the man\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egreet two other people, a young man and a young woman,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eboth well dressed, both obviously subordinate to him. He\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewent into a large office with the man, saw a United States\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eflag, a huge desk with its computer on top, the built-in\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebookshelves behind him, the windows beside him. He\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003epunched up the computer. Then, he was right behind\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe man; he could have reached out and helped him put on\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe long black robe. He watched him fasten the two clips\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eclosed. The man opened a door and walked into a big room,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe look on his face somber, becoming cold, all the earlier\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehumor wiped clean. There was a buzz. It stopped abruptly\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhen he came into the room. Then the place went deathly\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esilent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuddenly the room began to spin, faces blurred into one\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eanother, the very air of the room turned dark and darker\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estill, and then the great main doors burst open and three\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emen slammed into the room. They were carrying guns,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eassault guns like Russian AK47s. They were shooting, people\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewere screaming, blood was spewing everywhere. He\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esaw the man’s face tighten with horror and fury. He saw the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eman suddenly leap over the railing that had separated him\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efrom the rest of that roomful of people, his black robe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eswirling. His leg was up, he was turning, striking out, his\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emotion so fast it was hard to see it clearly. Someone\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003escreamed loudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was right behind the man now, heard him breathe,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecould feel the controlled rage in him, the vicious tension\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand determination, and wondered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuddenly, the man whirled about again, turning this time\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto face him. He stared at himself, looked deeply into the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeyes of a man who had just killed and would kill again. He\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efelt the spit pool in his mouth, the coiled muscles, and felt\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehis arm fly out, striking a man’s throat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe jerked up, flailing at the single sheet that was wound\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etightly around him like a mummy’s shroud, a yell dying on\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehis lips. He was soaked with sweat, his hair plastered to his\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehead. His heart was pounding so fast and hard he thought\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehe’d explode. Again, he thought, that bloody dream yet\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eagain. He didn’t think he could stand it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAn hour later, he let himself out of his house, carefully\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elocking the door behind him. He was on the way to his car\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhen a man jumped out of the bushes and blinded him with\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea good half dozen photo flashes. 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