{"product_id":"coldblooded-liar-isbn-9780593548844","title":"Cold-Blooded Liar","description":"\u003cb\u003eBrace yourself for a scorching new series from \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Karen Rose, where San Diego means sun, surf, sand…and serial killers.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Sam Reeves is a kindhearted psychologist who treats court-ordered clients. After one of his patients—a pathological liar—starts revealing plausible new details from a long-unsolved serial murder case, he’s compelled to report anonymously to the SDPD tip line, though his attempts to respect patient confidentiality land him facedown and cuffed by the aggressive (and cute) Detective McKittrick.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e San Diego homicide detective Kit McKittrick loves the water. She lives on a boat, and when she’s not solving crimes with the SDPD, she’s assisting her foster sister with her charter fishing business or playing with her poodle. But there’s nothing that intrigues Kit more than a cold case, so when an anonymous caller leads her on the path of a wanted killer, she’s determined to end the decade-long manhunt.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Sam is soon released but goes home with both a newfound distaste for the SDPD and a resolve—not unlike Kit’s—to uncover the truth. Kit and Sam repeatedly butt heads in their separate investigations but are forced to work together to find one of the deadliest serial killers the city has faced in years.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eCold-Blooded Liar\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e“Cold-Blooded Liar \u003c\/i\u003ehad me in its grip from the first chapter. I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. Keep the coffee brewing -- you’ll be up all night.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Julie Garwood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Rose gives her audience many impressive costars and a diabolical villain, leaving even the savviest of readers on pins and needles throughout the novel and absolutely shocked at the ending. Fans of strong female protagonists, titillating crime dramas, and the novels of Lisa Gardner, Lisa Jackson, and Rose herself will find this unputdownable.”—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eCold-Blooded Liar\u003c\/i\u003e is a tense, complex, emotionally charged story that kept me turning pages in an effort to figure out what I was missing...Highly recommended to fans of suspense and psychological thrillers.\"—\u003ci\u003eMystery \u0026amp; Suspense\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Bestselling author Karen Rose is known for her heart-pounding novels laced with suspense and intrigue—and her latest follows suit.\"—\u003ci\u003eWoman's World\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"[A] whirlwind of investigation, death, and unexpected romance…Rose strews her twisty, believable plot with red herrings on the way to a shocking final twist. The result is an un-put-downable romantic thriller.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the novels of Karen Rose\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"From the first rousing chapter to the last, \u003ci\u003eScream for Me\u003c\/i\u003e is intense, complex, and unforgettable.\"—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author James Patterson\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Riveting. Emotional. Karen Rose at her best.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Christine Feehan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“High-wire suspense that keeps you riveted.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Lisa Gardner\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A high-octane thrill ride that kept me on the edge of my seat and up far too late at night!\"—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Lisa Jackson \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fierce suspense and compelling romance...pure alchemy.\"—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Takes off like a house afire. There's action and chills galore in this non-stop thriller.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Tess Gerritsen \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A fast-paced, high-intensity story that’ll carry you along on an amazing journey.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Lori Foster\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Blistering, high-octane suspense that never lets up.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Karen Robards\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Suspenseful and engrossing.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Lora Leigh\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Karen Rose has written another top-notch thriller! Grab this book. You won't be able to put it down.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author, Brenda Novak\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“An up-all-night, unforgettable tale of secrets, lies, and taut suspense. Readers will want to grab this one!”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Carla Neggers \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Another page-turner! Karen Rose masterfully combines an intricate mystery and a heartfelt love story. \u003ci\u003eSay No More\u003c\/i\u003e keeps you riveted until the very end.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Laura Griffin\u003cb\u003eKaren Rose\u003c\/b\u003e is the award-winning, #1 international bestselling author of more than twenty-five novels, including the bestselling Baltimore and Cincinnati series. She has been translated into twenty-three languages, and her books have placed on the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e, the \u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e (UK), and Germany's \u003ci\u003eder Spiegel\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller lists.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSan Diego Police Department, San Diego, California\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMonday, April 4, 11:30 a.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePresent day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHey, McKittrick.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit swiveled in her desk chair, raising an eyebrow at Basil \"Baz\" Constantine, her partner of four years. \"You rang?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz pointed to the double doors leading into the San Diego Police Department's homicide division. \"You got company.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit turned in time to see the doors close behind familiar wide shoulders. Harlan McKittrick ambled toward her, his gait as smooth and his smile as wide as it had been for the nineteen years that she'd been privileged to know him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Pop!\" She pushed away from her desk, walking into his outstretched arms. She still didn't like to be touched, but she made exceptions for Mom and Pop McK. The contact seemed to make them happy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit would do nearly anything to make those two happy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kitty-Cat,\" he said, tightening his arms until her ribs protested. He let her go when she grunted, his expression sheepish. \"Sorry. Haven't seen you in too long.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's been two weeks,\" she said dryly, but leaned up to peck his cheek, her heart warming at his pleased look. \"What brings you into the city?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause Harlan McKittrick hated the city. He was made for wide open spaces, not high-rises and traffic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We're getting a new kid. Mom is meeting with the social worker and I thought I'd stop in and say hi.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, hi. Come and sit with me. I can take a short break.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe looked around as he followed her back to her desk, curious as always. He was no stranger to the homicide division, having haunted its halls for years after they'd lost Wren. He'd kept the promise he'd made after Wren's funeral, helping her search for the man who'd killed her sister. They'd been unsuccessful in finding the monster, but even after sixteen years they still searched.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe wondered if he'd come with a new lead. If so, it would be the first one in five years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nope,\" he said as he eased his six-foot-two frame into the chair next to her desk. \"Nothing new.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe'd always been able to read her mind. It had been maddening in her teenage years. He'd always known when she was ready to bolt or if she was telling anything less than the total truth. Now it was a comfort that someone knew her so well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Me either. So tell me about the new kid.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thirteen-year-old girl.\" His shoulders drooped. \"She was scared of me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe squeezed his hand. \"She'll see that you're different. They always do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne side of his mouth lifted. \"You did.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I did, indeed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sat quietly for a moment, then dug something from his pants pocket. Kit tensed, knowing what it would be even before the little carving appeared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was that time of year. Again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSixteen anniversaries of Wren's murder and still no closure. But true to his word, Pop McK had never forgotten the little girl who'd been such a bright light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe held out his offering on his flat palm, just as he always did, year after year. It was always a little bird. Kit had a special shelf in her bedroom for the birds, placed where she could see them when she opened her eyes each morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were the only things in her home that she routinely dusted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcept today it wasn't a bird-or not just a bird. It was a cat with a bird perched on its head. The bird looked quizzical. The cat looked . . . content. Three inches long and an inch wide, it was intricate and detailed and beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Pop,\" she breathed. Gingerly, she took it from his hand. At one time, it had been because she was touch averse. Now it was because it looked like the little figurine would snap if she gripped it too firmly. \"Thank you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It won't break,\" he told her. \"You can carry it in your pocket if you want to. For luck.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I will.\" But she didn't, not yet. She held the small carving up to the light, marveling at his skill as she always did. \"It's amazing.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis smile was shy, an adorable look on a man as big as he was. He dug in his pocket once again, bringing out another carving. This one was just a bird. It was still beautifully done, but the bird sat alone on a twig.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"For your shelf.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe took it from his palm. \"Thank you, Pop.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You're welcome, Kitty-Cat,\" he murmured, running a hand over her hair. \"I have something for you, Baz.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz got up from his desk to sit on the corner of Kit's. He hadn't even been pretending not to listen. \"Yes, please.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarlan produced a small carved horse, making both Kit and Baz frown. It wasn't a bird. They both always got birds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's for Luna,\" Harlan explained. \"She saw me carving the last time you brought her out to the farm and asked if I'd make her one for her birthday.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz's face softened at the mention of his five-year-old granddaughter. \"She's going to love it, Harlan. Thank you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well.\" Harlan cleared his throat gruffly. \"You've been there for us more times than I can count. So thank you.\" He held out a fourth carving. A bird. \"For you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarlan had started giving Baz and Kit carvings at the same time. Kit, so that she could remember Wren. Baz, so that he wouldn't forget about the victim whose murder he'd never solved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz didn't try to aw-shucks his way out of the gratitude. He'd been the detective who'd worked Wren's case and was not as callous as fifteen-year-old Kit had assumed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWren's murder had been Baz's very first homicide case. It had shaken him, and his attempts to distance himself from their grief so that he could do his job had come off as cold and unfeeling. He'd been anything but, having helped them track down every lead ever since.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat they hadn't found Wren's killer was not from lack of trying.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz slipped the carvings into his own pocket. \"I'll make a video when we give Luna's to her. Be prepared for squeals that could break glass.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA door opened behind them and their lieutenant's voice cut through the bullpen noise. \"Constantine, McKittrick. With me. Now.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA chorus of ooooh came from their fellow detectives, like they were all in middle school. Which wasn't far off for many of them-behaviorally speaking-despite being mostly middle-aged men. It was how they coped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gotta go,\" Kit said. \"Sorry, Pop.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I need to pick up your mom and our new kid. Wish me luck.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You won't need it,\" she said. \"I give the kid a week before she's calling you Pop.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Unless she's like you,\" he teased. \"Then it'll be four years.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I was a little stubborn,\" she admitted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBaz snorted. \"A little?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Shut up,\" she told him without heat. \"Pop, I'll be there on Sunday for dinner.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarlan gave her another rib-crushing hug. \"See that you are. Your mother worries.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetsy McKittrick did worry about her. She and Harlan had been the only ones who ever had.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'll be there.\" She started walking backward toward her lieutenant's office, not turning until Harlan had passed through the double doors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStraightening her spine, she slid both carvings into her pocket before opening the lieutenant's door. \"What's up, boss?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReynaldo Navarro gestured to the chairs across from his desk, handing them each a sheet of paper. \"Transcript of an incoming call. Audio's been sent to your email for your listening pleasure.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit scanned the transcript before looking up with a frown. \"He mentioned me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"In particular,\" Navarro said. \"Listen.\" He hit a button on his computer and the voice of a very nervous-sounding man filled the air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hi. This message is for homicide detective Kit McKittrick. I have reason to believe you'll find the victim of a murder in Longview Park at the following coordinates.\" He rattled off a string of numbers and the call ended.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit tried to place the voice but came up empty. \"I don't think I've ever met him before.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNavarro shrugged. \"Well, if he hasn't met you, he at least knows of you. I want you two to check it out. Report back. Baz, you can go. Kit, stay.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDamn. Kit had a feeling she knew what was coming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Baz was gone, Navarro sighed. \"You skipped your appointment. Again.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYep, this was what she'd expected. \"I thought it was optional.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNavarro gave her his I'm-disappointed-in-you look. She was almost immune to it. \"You promised,\" he said. \"That's why I made it optional.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had promised. \"I'm sorry. I just hate going.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"None of us likes going to the department shrink, Kit, but we've talked about this every year for the past four. Every one of your bosses before me has talked to you about it, too. This time of year, you work yourself into near exhaustion and we all know why.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, yeah. That she'd lost Wren this time of year wasn't a secret. Especially in the homicide department.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Working helps. And I can handle it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Maybe this year you can. Maybe next year, too. But sooner or later, it will become too much. Your performance will drop. You'll lose your edge.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe ground her teeth. He knew her too well, because losing her edge was one of the things she feared most.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Go to your appointments, Kit. You might be surprised. Dr. Scott may actually be able to help you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And if he doesn't?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You mean if you don't want to tell him anything personal?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes.\" Because she didn't. She didn't dislike Dr. Scott. She just didn't want to bare her soul. Like any normal person wouldn't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Then you can sit and talk about your cases for an hour. It's one hour a week, Kit. It's not going to kill you.\" He dropped his gaze to the paperwork in front of him, effectively dismissing her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe wasted no time leaving his office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This anonymous guy sounds like a kook,\" she grumbled to Baz when she was back at their desks. \"We've got better things to do than chase after anonymous tips all day.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, we've got a mountain of reports to write. It's a beautiful day. Let's go check it out and then we can grab some lunch.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's always a beautiful day. It's freaking San Diego.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stop whining, McKittrick. I've got a craving for Vietnamese.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRolling her eyes, Kit followed him out. \"Waste of time.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLuckily, she liked Vietnamese food.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLongview Park, San Diego, California\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMonday, April 4, 5:30 p.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit pulled the handkerchief across her nose and mouth as she watched the two CSU techs meticulously uncovering what was, indeed, a grave. Based on the odor, the body had been there awhile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey'd arrived at the mystery caller's coordinates to find that the ground had settled somewhat, creating a slight depression that measured five and a half by two and a half feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGround-penetrating radar had shown a body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe victim had been small.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit slipped her hand into her pocket, finding the little cat-bird figurine. Stroking it with her thumb. Please don't be a child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I hope it's not a kid,\" Baz murmured, echoing her thoughts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll homicides were difficult. Even drug dealers murdered on the street had been loved by someone. Were missed by someone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the child homicides were a completely different level of hell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looked away from the grave to where Sergeant Ryland, the CSU leader, was making a plaster cast of the only footprint they'd found in the area. It was a man's shoe, size eleven.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You got anything for us, Ryland?\" she called.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I just might.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe and Baz walked from the grave site to where someone had stepped off the asphalt path, leaving the single footprint in the strip of ground between the path and the field of grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRyland finished pouring the plaster over the footprint, smoothed it out, then set the timer on his phone. \"Thirty minutes for the plaster to set. Come see the photos I took of the print while I wait.\" He retrieved his camera and beckoned them closer. \"There was lettering on the sole of the shoe-likely a brand name. I can't quite make it out in the photo, but I'm hoping to get detail from the plaster cast.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So it'll be seventy-two hours or so,\" Baz said and Ryland nodded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit leaned closer to the screen. \"Can you zoom in on it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRyland did, handing the camera to Kit. \"I can make out what looks like a Y at the end of the brand name, but-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sperry,\" Kit said. \"Sorry to interrupt, Sergeant. I recognize the logo. They're Sperry Top-Siders.\" She gave him back his camera. \"My sister runs a charter fishing business and sometimes I first mate for her on my days off. A lot of her customers wear them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRyland studied the photo. \"You could be right.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was, Kit was certain. \"Trouble is, that's a popular shoe. I've even got a pair.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So do I,\" Baz said. \"Tracking those will be nearly impossible.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit shrugged. \"But when we find the guy who owns these shoes, we can put him at the scene. Any way to get a weight estimate on the wearer?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRyland shook his head. \"Ground's too hard. Barely enough sinkage to get the plaster cast. I'll let you know when I have something definite.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Detectives?\" one of the techs at the grave called, his tone urgent. \"Something over here you need to see.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thank you, Sergeant,\" Kit said, then approached the grave alongside Baz, schooling her expression. If it was a child's grave, she would maintain her professionalism. She'd let herself react later, when she was alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Victim's a postpubescent female,\" the tech said when they were graveside. \"The ME will be able to give you a better age than I can, but I'm guessing somewhere between fourteen and eighteen.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFeeling Baz's eyes on her, Kit reassured him with a quick glance. She was fine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe always worried about her reaction when the victim was the same age that Wren had been when she'd been murdered, but after four years as a homicide detective, Kit had seen far too many victims who'd been Wren's age. It never got easier.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe hoped that it never would.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut at least she no longer wondered if it was the same guy who'd done it. That had been her first thought earlier in her career. 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