{"product_id":"the-edge-isbn-9780515128604","title":"The Edge","description":"\u003cb\u003eFBI agent Ford \"Mac\" MacDougal is recovering from injuries he received in a terrorist car bombing when his sister, Jilly, a medical researcher, drives her Porsche off an Oregon cliff - on purpose, it seems. Curiously, even though he was in a hospital bed on the other side of the country, Mac feels as if he were in the car with her as she sails towards the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy the time Mac arrives in Portland, Jilly has come out of the coma she's been in for four days. But after only a few hours with her brother, she vanishes without a trace. In searching for her, Mac hears a different story from everyone he encounters. When the local sheriff enlist his aid in the puzzling murder of an elderly resident, Mac doesn't suspect that the case connects to his sister's disappearance. FBI agents Lace Sherlock and Dillon Savich (last seen in \u003ci\u003eThe Target\u003c\/i\u003e) join Mac to ride shotgun. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot knowing whom to trust and whom to suspect, they must escape relentless pursuers before unearthing the tentacles of evil undermining \u003ci\u003eThe Edge\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\u003eEdgerton, Oregon\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe night was black and calm, silent except for the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emellow whine of the newly tuned Porsche engine, yet\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eshe heard the soft, sobbing voice pleading with her again,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhispering low and deep. It never left her alone now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo one else was near, it was just Jilly driving alone on\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe coast highway. The ocean stirred beside her, but with\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eno moon out, it looked like an empty, black expanse. The\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePorsche, sensitive to the slightest touch of her fingers,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egently swerved left, toward the cliff, toward the endless\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eexpanse of black water beyond. Jilly jerked the car back\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto the center line.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLaura’s voice began sobbing in her brain, then grew\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elouder, filling her, until Jilly wanted to burst.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Shut up!” Jilly’s scream filled the car for a brief\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emoment. Her voice sounded harsh and ugly. It was nothing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elike Laura’s had been, like a small child’s sobbing,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elost and inconsolable. Only death would bring peace.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJilly felt that voice, Laura’s voice, build inside her again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e2 _ Catherine Coulter\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003epraying to herself, chanting for it to stop, for Laura to go\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eaway.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Please,” she whispered. “Please stop. Leave me alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePlease.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Laura didn’t stop. She was no longer a child,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003espeaking in a sweet, terrified voice. She was herself\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eagain, angry now, and this time foul words frothed from\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher mouth, spewing rage and saliva that Jilly tasted in the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eback of her throat. She banged her fists on the steering\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewheel, hard, harder still, rhythmically, to make the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emalevolent voice go away. She opened the window,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003epressed it all the way down and leaned out, letting the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewind tear her hair back, and her eyes sting and water. She\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eshouted into the night, “Make it stop!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt stopped. Suddenly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJilly drew a deep breath and pulled her head back into\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe car. The wind whooshed through the car and she\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esucked in mouthfuls of the cold air. It tasted wonderful. It\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewas over. Thank God, finally it had stopped. She raised\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eher head, looking around, wondering where she was.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe’d been driving for hours, it seemed, yet the dashboard\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eclock read only midnight. She’d been gone from\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehome for a half hour.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer life had become whispers and screams until she\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecouldn’t bear it. Now there was silence, deep and complete\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esilence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJilly began counting. One, two, three—no curses, no\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhispers, no small child’s pleading, nothing, just her own\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebreathing, the soft hum of her car. She threw back her\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehead and closed her eyes a moment, relishing the silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe began counting again. Four, five, six—still blessed\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esilence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSeven, eight—soft, very soft, like a faraway rustling of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eleaves, coming closer, closer. Not rustling, no, whisperThe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEdge _ 3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eing. Laura was whispering again, begging not to die, begging\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand pleading and swearing she’d never meant to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esleep with him, but it had just happened, he’d made it\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehappen. But Jilly hadn’t believed her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Please, stop, stop, stop,” Jilly chanted over that feathery\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003evoice. Laura began screaming that Jilly was a pathetic\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebitch, a fool who couldn’t see what she was. Jilly\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estomped down on the gas pedal. The Porsche lurched forward,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehitting seventy, eighty, eighty-five. The coast road\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eswerved. She kept the car directly in the center of the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eroad. She began singing. Laura screamed louder, and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJilly sang louder. Ninety. Ninety-five.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Go away. Damn you, go away!” Jilly’s knuckles were\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhite on the steering wheel, her head low, her forehead\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003enearly touching the rim. The engine’s vibrations made\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLaura’s screaming voice convulse with power.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne hundred.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJilly saw the sharp turn, but Laura yelled that they\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewould be together soon now, very soon. 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