{"product_id":"stealing-shadows-isbn-9780553575538","title":"Stealing Shadows","description":"\u003cb\u003eWhat if you can enter a madman’s cruel mind as he plans his vicious crimes?  What  if you can see the terrified face of his prey as he moves in for the kill—but you  can’t stop his frenzy once he strikes?\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Psychic Cassie Neill helps the L.A. police  catch killers—until she makes a terrible mistake and an innocent child dies. Cassie  flees to a small North Carolina town, hoping that a quiet life will silence the voices  that invade her unwilling mind. But Cassie’s abilities know few boundaries. And she’s  become certain—as no one else can be—that a murderer is stalking Ryan’s Bluff. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's his fury that Cassie senses first, then his foul thoughts and perverse excitement.  Yet she doesn't know who he is or where he will strike. The sheriff won't even listen  to her—until the first body is found exactly where and how she predicted. Now a suspect  herself, she races desperately to unmask the killer in the only way she knows: by  entering his twisted mind. Her every step is loaded with fear and uncertainty . . . because  if he senses her within him, he’ll trap her there, so deep she’ll never find her  way out.“Kay Hooper keeps me guessing until the very end.”\u003cb\u003e—Linda Howard\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eKay Hooper\u003c\/b\u003e, who has more than thirteen million copies of her books in print worldwide, has won numerous awards and high praise for her novels. She lives in North Carolina.\"Do you believe in the paranormal?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was unexpected and threw him for a moment.  \"The paranormal?  You mean ghosts? UFOs?  ESP?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Specifically extrasensory perception.  Telepathy.  Precognition.\"  Her voice remained calm but she was sitting just a bit too stiffly and her clasped fingers moved nervously.  She darted another glance at him, so fleeting that all he caught was a flash of those pale eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen shrugged.  \"In theory I always thought it was just garbage.  In fact, I've never encountered anything to make me change my mind.\"  It was the fairly cynical mind common to many law enforcement officials, but he didn't add that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe didn't look discouraged.  \"Are you willing to admit the possibility?  To keep your mind open?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I hope I'm always willing to do that.\"  Ben could have told her that he himself was give to hunches, to intuitions he found difficult to explain rationally, but he said nothing since it was a characterisitc that he hardly trusted.  By training and inclination he was a man of reason.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill utterly matter-of-fact, Cassie said, \"There's going to be a murder.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had surprised him again, unpleasantly this time.  \"I see.  And you know that because you're psychic?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe grimaced, registering the disbelief—and the suspicion of a prosecutor—in his voice.  \"Yes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You can see the future?\"  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No.  But I ... tapped into the mind of the man who intends to commit a murder.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Even assuming that, intentions don't always translate into actions.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This time they will.  He will kill.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at her.  Maybe she was a kook.  Or maybe not.  \"Okay.  Who's going to be murdered?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't know.  I saw her face when he watched her, but I don't know who she is.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen frowned.  \"When he watched her?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe hesitated, her thin face tightening.  Then she said, \"I was .. in his mind for only a few seconds.  Seeing with his eyes, listening to his thoughts.  He's been watching her and he's decided to kill her.  Soon.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who is he?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't know.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Wait a minute, you claim you were inside the guy's head, but you don't know who he is?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No.\"  She answered patiently, as though to an oft-repeated question.  \"Identity isn't a conscious thought most of the time.  He knows who he is, so it wasn't something he was thinking about.  And I didn't see any part of him, not his hands, or his clothing—or his reflection in a mirror.  I don't know who he is.  I don't knwo what he looks like.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But you know he's going to kill someone.  A woman.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen drew a breath.  \"Why didn't you go to the sheriff?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I did, last week.  He didn't believe me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Which is why you came to me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen picked up a pen and turned it in his fingers.  \"What do you expect me to do about it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Believe me,\" she answered simply.  For the first time she looked squarely at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen felt as if she had reached across the desk and placed her hand on him.  It was a warm hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe drew a breath, holding her gaze with his own.  \"And assuming I can bring myself to do that?  Is there anything you can tell me that might stop this murder from taking place?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No.  Not ... yet.\"  She shook her head, unblinking.\"I may see more.  I may not.  The fact that I connected to him without holding something that he touched, without knowing him, is unusual.  It must have been the ... intensity of his thoughts and plans, his eagerness that reached out to me.  Maybe I did touch something he had touched without knowing it.  Or maybe he was pysically nearby, and that's why I was able to steal the shadows—\"  She broke off abruptly and looked down once more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe missed that warm hand.  It was another surprise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Steal the shadows?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReluctantly Cassie said,\"It's what I call it when I am able to slip into a killer's mind and pick up bits and pieces of what he's thinking, planning.  Their minds tend to be dark .. filled with shadows.\"  Her fingers were really working now, their nervous energy in stark contrast to her calm face and voice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You've done this before?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe nodded.","brand":"Bantam","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303072944357,"sku":"NP9780553575538","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553575538.jpg?v=1767737293","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/stealing-shadows-isbn-9780553575538","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}