The Soul Catcher. Alex Kava

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      This book is dedicated to two amazing women—fellow authors, wise mentors, treasured friends.

      For

      Patricia Sierra who insisted I stay grounded, focused and on track, then nagged me until I did.

      And for

      Laura Van Wormer who insisted I could soar, then gave me a gentle shove in the right direction.

      In a year that asked more questions than provided answers, just having the two of you believe in me has meant more than I can ever express in words.

      Beware the soul catcher

      Who comes in a flash of light.

      Trust not a word.

      Meet not his eye.

      Lest he catch your soul,

      Trapping it for all eternity In his little black box.

      —Anonymous

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      I’m a firm believer in sharing credit and giving thanks, so please be patient, as the list seems to grow with each book. Many thanks to all the professionals who so generously gave of their time and expertise. If I’ve gotten any of the facts wrong or have creatively manipulated a fact or two, blame me, not them. My appreciation and respect go to the following experts.

      Amy Moore-Benson, my editor, my crusader, my creative partner and my common sense—you are truly the best.

      Dianne Moggy for your patience, your focus and your wise counsel—you are a class act.

      The entire crew at MIRA^® Books for their enthusiasm and dedication, especially Tania Charzewski, Krystyna de Duleba and Craig Swinwood. Special thanks to Alex Osuszek and an incredible sales force that continues to surpass goals and records I never dreamed to be reaching, let alone surpassing. Thanks to all of you for allowing me to be part of the team and not just the product.

      Megan Underwood and the experts at Goldberg McDuffie Communications, Inc., once again, for your unflinching dedication and unquestionable expertise.

      Philip Spitzer, my agent—I will forever be grateful for you taking a chance on me.

      Darcy Lindner, funeral director, for answering all my morbid questions with professional grace, charm, directness and enough details to give me a tremendous respect for your profession.

      Omaha police officer Tony Friend for an image of cockroaches that I’m not likely to forget.

      Special Agents Jeffrey John, Art Westveer and Harry Kern for taking time out of your busy schedules at Quantico’s FBI Academy to show me around and give me some idea of what it’s like to be a “real” FBI agent and profiler. And also, thanks to Special Agent Steve Frank.

      Dr Gene Egnoski, psychologist and cousin extraordinaire, for taking time to help me psychoanalyse my killers and not thinking it strange to do so. And special thanks to Mary Egnoski for listening patiently and encouraging us.

      John Philpin, author and retired forensic psychologist, for generously answering without hesitation every question I’ve ever thrown at you.

      Beth Black and your wonderful staff for your energy, your unwavering support and your friendship.

      Sandy Montang and the Omaha Chapter of Sisters in Crime for your inspiration.

      And once again, to all the book buyers, booksellers and book readers for making room on your lists, your shelves and in your homes for a new voice.

      Special thanks to all my friends and family for their love and support, especially the following:

      Patti El-Kachouti, Jeanie Shoemaker Mezger and John Mezger, LaDonna Tworek, Kenny and Connie Kava, Nicole Friend, Annie Belatti, Ellen Jacobs, Natalie Cummings and Lilyan Wilder for sticking by me during the dark days of this past year as well as celebrating the bright ones.

      Marlene Haney for helping me keep things in perspective and then, of course, helping me “deal with it.”

      Sandy Rockwood for insisting you can’t wait for the finished product, which in itself is always a much-appreciated pat on the back.

      Mary Means for taking such loving care of my kids while I’m on the road. I couldn’t do what I do without the peace of mind you provide.

      Rich Kava, retired firefighter and paramedic as well as cousin and friend, for listening, encouraging, sharing your stories and always making me laugh.

      Sharon Car, fellow writer and friend, for letting me vent despite my good fortune.

      Richard Evnen for witty repartee, kind and genuine words of encouragement and a friendship that includes pretending I know what I’m doing, even though we both know otherwise.

      Father Dave Korth for making me realise what a rare gift it is to be a “co-creator.”

      Patricia Kava, my mother, whose undeniable strength is a true inspiration.

      Edward Kava, my father, who passed away October 17, 2001, and who was surely a co-creator in his own right.

      And last but certainly never least, a “from the heart” thank-you to Debbie Carlin. Your spirit and energy, your generosity, your friendship and love have made an amazing difference in my life. I will always feel blessed that our paths have crossed.

      CHAPTER 1

       WEDNESDAY November 20 Suffolk County, Massachusetts, on the Neponset River

      Eric Pratt leaned his head against the cabin wall. Plaster crumbled. It trickled down СКАЧАТЬ