Five Days in Summer
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SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RIGHT BACK...
Before the long drive home from vacation on Cape Cod, Emily Parker made a quick run to the grocery store...and disappeared.
When her car is found abandoned in the parking lot, her husband, Will, turns to a retired FBI profiler named John Geary for help.
As her family scours the Cape for her, Emily's thoughts are not on her own safety. Kept helpless in a madman's lair, she watches him prepare a five-day countdown that will bring him to his real victim--her young son.
USA TODAY and International Bestseller
- "Mesmerizing...Your heart will be pounding long after you've turned the final page." --Lisa Gardner
- "I put Five Days in Summer aside only once...to make sure my doors were locked." --Barbara Parker
- "A gripping, poignant portrait of an innocent family caught in a nightmare of evil." --Anne Frazier
- "Five Days has it all--an attractive female detective, a crusty FBI profiler, and the scariest killer you'll never want to meet." --Leslie Glass
- "Strikes terror into a lazy summer day." --Donna Anders
fun. He used the palm of his hand to wipe a dribble of juice off his chin and put the carton back in the fridge. There wasn’t much in there to eat. Seemed like he could use some groceries. Maybe he’d try that big new Super Stop & Shop across from the Mashpee Commons. If Emily Parker shopped there, it was good enough for him. Chapter 4 The police station coffee had fried Will’s nerves, and now, as he drove up 151 to the Mashpee rotary, he had to take yawning breaths to keep steady. He gripped
Philharmonic, sometimes visiting three different countries in a single week. As a young musician she had challenged herself to the fullest, or so she’d thought. Until falling in love with Will. Until motherhood. Now her work outside the home was a weekly music column for the Observer. She reviewed all kinds of music and could be as opinionated or irreverent as she wanted. It was the perfect job: Will got an evening to himself with the kids, free of her hovering, and she got out on the town and
shapes onto the island’s contours that weren’t there, aching to clarify the picture. Even Will and Sarah had left with the baby, saying they had to look, couldn’t just wait. Amy could picture them, driving the routes, following any sign for a boating launch. Spinning wheels of desperation. There were hundreds of miles of shoreline surrounding Cape Cod, along with a complex system of bays, estuaries, rivers, inlets and creeks fed by Cape Cod Bay, the Atlantic Ocean and Nantucket Sound. There
out of her mind. “So let’s assume that’s what happened,” she said, “and that Mr. White has Sam with him, and they’re on the boat. How long will he wait before he begins the dissection?” There was a pause, in which no one seemed prepared to speak. Then, finally, it was Geary. “That depends which is stronger, his need to hurt the child or terrorize the mother.” “The boys weren’t always killed on the fifth day,” Tom said. “Only Daniel Lipnor. The others were done gradually. A day or two.”
same time. She pressed back her desire to take over the wheel. “Drive faster,” she told him, and immediately regretted it. He slowed down. So he would perpetuate his grudge against her to the bitter end. She shouldn’t have been born Portuguese and brought her mixed blood back to his snow-white island. She shouldn’t have been promoted to his department. She should have refused his unmarked car when Kaminer assigned it to her. Or maybe she just should have had that romantic picnic on the beach