The Shadow Side (Berkley Sensation)
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Cases of random violence have erupted across the country--murderous acts committed by previously non-violent people. Detective Adam Boedecker, grieving brother to one of the suicide-murderers, has discovered that all the suspects had taken a new breakthrough anti-depressant, Valazine.
Elizabeth Barnes has devoted her heart and soul to pharmaceutical research. She's at the top of her game and slated to be awarded top honors for her latest breakthrough drug. Until a detective contacts her about a recent wave of homicides.
At first, Eli dismisses it as the wild accusations of a grieving, burnt-out cop. But after another mysterious death, and some investigating of her own, Eli realizes that this intense, driven man may be the only one who can stop the killings . . . and save her from the dark side of her work.
about. He's not a scientist or a doctor, for God's sake. He's making some serious allegations without one iota of proof. That's slander. Roth doesn't need garbage like this floating around." He frowned at Eli. "Have you talked to Peter about this?" "I was going to, but he's been in meetings all day. I didn't think it was appropriate to introduce this kind of information at the executive team meeting this morning with Ruth Monroe and Clyde Cummings there." "Good call," said Thomas. Eli
Thomas added. "They're very diligent about that, Eli. You know that. As of now, they have not done so." "I know, but what if…" Eli let her words trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence. They were talking about her lifework. Walter's lifework. A drug that had helped thousands deal with the ravages of depression and bipolar disorder. She didn't want to see a breakthrough medication vilified by an overzealous media for no other reasons than a couple of bizarre coincidences and one man's
prejudices and preconceived notions out of this." "And no matter what happens, I want you to know ethics always come first." "Whose ethics are we talking about?" "Mine." Impressed despite himself, he took a sip of coffee, watching her over the rim. She stared back at him, her eyes conveying something deeper than concern, something more profound than simple fear. The cut on her cheek bothered him. He hated seeing it. Hated even more knowing that it had been intentionally done. The cop in
"It'll take a while for them to figure out the cause." He lowered his hand and rubbed circles between her shoulder blades. "This has been a tough couple of weeks for you. First Walter. Then you get your purse snatched. And now this. You don't need some macho cop hassling you about some bogus investigation. Next time he comes calling, Eli, let me know, okay?" "Thank you. I mean, for being so concerned. For coming over to check on me." "Don't thank me." Raising his hand, he brushed the backs
short-cropped hair and a big gun pointed right at her. "Put your hands up where I can see them! Now!" Her hands shot up. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. Eli had never been very good at lying. But this time lies flew with the fervor of truth. "I—I w-work here. I—I needed some files. T-to work on… over the weekend." "Where's your badge?" "My badge?" "Where's your ID badge, ma'am?" "I didn't bring it because I didn't expect to see anyone here at this hour." Because her