October 23, 2014

Thriller Thursday - Sinners and Saints by Eileen Dreyer

A forensic nurse. A missing sister. A city that holds 
its secrets closely.

Forensic nurse Chastity Byrnes is trying to put the past behind her. It has been ten years since Chastity exposed her father for the monster he was. Ten years since she made the accusations that shattered her family and sent her into exile. Ten years since she’s seen her sister, Faith.

Now, though, Faith needs her help. Chastity gets a call from Dr. Max Stanton, the brother-in-law she never knew she had, to tell her that Faith is missing. Max begs Chastity to come to New Orleans to help him find her. And even though Faith was the one who deserted Chastity so long ago, Chastity goes.

To find her missing sister, Chastity has to battle her own demons in a city where forensics are an old boy’s club and a woman can find trouble in her sleep. She has to wade through distrust and deceit to get to the truth, whether she wants to hear it or not. She has to rediscover the sister she lost by investigating fertility clinics, the powers of St. Roch, and the mysteries of voodoo. She has to discover why women who might have helped her sister are dying.

As a hurricane threatens the vulnerable city, Chastity puts more than her life at risk as she fights to rescue her sister from the threat that stalks them both.…

A searing portrait of family secrets and betrayals, Sinners and Saints is Eileen Dreyer at the top of her game.


Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Length: 416 pages
Published by: St. Martin's Press 
Release Date: April 1, 2010


The Book Excerpt
PROLOGUE

There is comfort in ritual.

There is order.

There is the security of knowing that our most precious needs and urges can be protected simply by enclosing them within the high, strong walls of familiarity and precision.

Kenny understood this. He understood ritual. He recognized the need for it, the joy of it. He cherished the keen anticipation of each deliberate act. Kenny practiced his rituals as carefully as a priest performs high mass.

One of the keystones of Kenny's ritual was the ten o'clock news. Kenny watched the news the way other people read obituaries. Once he knew his name wasn't going to be mentioned, he could get on with planning the next day's work.

But not just the ten o'clock news. The ten o'clock news on channel seven. Kenny preferred to get his news from channel seven, because it tended to carry the most lurid stories. Kenny liked to hear the breathless outrage in anchorwoman Donna Kirkland's soft voice when she said words like startling and gruesome, almost as if she derived sexual pleasure from them. He liked the way her plump little lips wrapped around the vowels and her eyes widened at the words.

But that wasn't something he figured he should dwell on when he had his new friend with him, as he did tonight.

Flower. Her name was Flower. It was such a wonderful name, Kenny thought, turning to her.

"Ten o'clock is the only time to watch news," he said as he settled himself back down on the nubby brown plaid couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "By now, anything that's going to happen has happened. No big surprises, ya know?"

"Today," Donna Kirkland intoned with barely suppressed delight on TV, "a grisly discovery in Forest Park..."

Grisly. Another word she seemed to get off on. Kenny found himself getting hard. Reaching over to retrieve his beer from the end table, he took a long swig. Beer went well with the news. Beer went well with everything, but Kenny especially liked it with the news.

So he smiled. He had his beer, Flower was here with him, and there was murder on television. And to make it all perfect, Donnatheanchor--Kenny always thought of her as that: Donnatheanchor, as if it were her entire name--was excited by it.

"...two park rangers found the partially clothed body of a woman in the woods while clearing brush."

On the TV the camera panned over the obligatory stand of dead trees silhouetted against a gray sky. Caught clustered in a fold of land like cattle sheltering against the wind stood about a half dozen uniformed officers bent almost double, an ambulance cart, and a couple of fat guys in down vests and baseball caps.

"Now they'll get the official report from the homicide officer," Kenny said with some disgust. "You'd think they'd change the format just a little."

"Jamie?" Donnatheanchor called out to the reporter. "Have there been any official statements?"

A slick twentysomething guy showed up, standing in front of the downtown police station. "Well, Donna," he said, frowning, "identification has not been made. We spoke with a representative of the medical examiner's office a few minutes ago."

"Not homicide?" Kenny objected.

The TV now showed the inside of some generic government office. A woman stood quietly listening to a question being asked off camera. Kenny saw her and forgot all about the homicide officer he'd expected. He forgot the story entirely.

His heart suddenly raced. He felt the surprise right there in his throat. Squinting, he leaned closer. He opened his mouth to say something and then didn't remember to say it. He thought, maybe he'd stopped breathing.

"My God," he whispered, stunned.

She was petite, small-boned and trim. Short, neat auburn hair. Bright brown eyes with laugh lines and lots of experience stamped on almost pretty features, small hands tucked in the pockets of a serviceable gray suit jacket.

Older, much older, it seemed to Kenny. But then, so was he.

"My God," he breathed again, shaking his head. "It's her. Why didn't I know?"

"The medical examiner believes the victim to have been at the site for about four days," she was saying, not smiling at all now. "We won't know the cause of death until the autopsy has been performed in the morning."

Kenny always remembered her smiling. But he remembered this look even better. Her sad look. Kenny remembered her looking at him this way, like she wanted to say something or do something that could make it all different.

Maybe that was why he suddenly recognized her. He'd finally seen her sad look. The look he'd always thought was all his.

Forgetting his beer, forgetting his friend Flower, he focused on the TV, so excited he could hardly think.

"Molly Burke is a death investigator for the city of St. Louis," Jamie the reporter said as he appeared again on the screen.

"Molly...." Kenny's laugh was sudden. "Oh, yes, Molly. Yes, of course!"

He turned to Flower then, truly thrilled. "You don't understand," he said. "I knew her. I know her. I wondered for so long what's become of her, and now to realize that she's been right here, that I've seen her! I wasn't sure...I mean, you hope, ya know...but...well, I've just got to let her know I'm back."

Kenny turned to the TV, but he was too late. Donnatheanchor had moved on to recap the top news story, which charted the various government agencies that were temporarily shut down in the wake of the latest congressional budget deadlock. Molly was gone and wouldn't come back. But Kenny knew where she was, and he knew just what to do about it.

For a few moments, he just sat there alongside Flower and considered his good luck. Kenny had never been the kind of person who had good luck. And even on the rare occasions he did get it, usually he didn't know what to do with it.

Well, he knew this time. He knew because for twenty years he'd been anticipating what he'd do if this very moment ever came. He'd been practicing hard in his head so that it would be perfect.

Twenty long years. And now he would finally get to act out his most precious dreams.

Tilting the long-neck Busch up to finish it, he set the bottle down and stood up.

"Time for lights out," he said to Flower. "I'm going to have a busy day tomorrow."

His friend Flower smiled back. But then, she always smiled. So Kenny smiled at her, because tonight he was happy, too. Then, with the exquisite care he showed all his friends, he lifted her head off her shoulders and put it back in the refrigerator where it belonged. Then, turning off the lights, he went to bed. 

About Eileen Dreyer
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New York Times bestselling, award-winning author Eileen Dreyer, known as Kathleen Korbel to her Silhouette readers, has published 28 romance novels, 8 medico-forensic suspenses, and 7 short stories.

2012 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her first foray into historical romance, the Drake's Rakes series, which follow the lives of a group of British aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything to keep their country safe. After publication of the first trilogy in the series, she has just signed for the next trilogy, following the graduates of the aptly named Last Chance Academy, who each finds herself crossing swords withDrake's Rakes. Eileen spent time not only in England and Italy, but India to research the series (it's a filthy job, but somebody has to do it).

A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.

Dreyer won her first publishing award in 1987, being named the best new Contemporary Romance Author by RT Bookclub. Since that time she has also garnered not only five other writing awards from RT, but five RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America, which secures her only the fourth place in the Romance Writers of America prestigious Hall of Fame. Since extending her reach to suspense, she has also garnered a coveted Anthony Award nomination.

A frequent speaker at conferences, she maintains membership in Romance Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and, just in case things go wrong, Emergency Nurses Association and International Association of Forensic Nurses.

Eileen is an addicted traveler, having sung in some of the best Irish pubs in the world, and admits she sees research as a handy way to salve her insatiable curiosity. She counts film producers, police detectives and Olympic athletes as some of her sources and friends. She's also trained in forensic nursing and death investigation, although she doesn't see herself actively working in the field, unless this writing thing doesn't pan out.
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