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"WHAT LIES BEHIND grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. Ellison is a great talent—enjoy." —Catherine Coulter, # 1 New York Times bestselling author
Revisit book two in J.T. Ellison's heart-racing Sam Owens series…
Dr. Samantha Owens is starting over: new city, new job, new man, new life. But before she's even unpacked her office at Georgetown University's forensic pathology department, she's called to consult on a case that's rocked the capital and the country. An unknown pathogen released into the Washington Metro has caused nationwide panic. Three people died—just three.
Amid the media frenzy and Homeland Security alarm bells, Sam painstakingly dissects the lives of those three victims and makes an unsettling conclusion. This is no textbook terrorist, but an assassin whose motive is deeply personal and far from understandable.
Xander Whitfield, a former army ranger and Sam's new boyfriend, knows about seeing the world in shades of gray. About feeling compelled to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. Only his disturbing kinship with a killer can lead Sam to the truth...and once more into the line of fire.
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"Shocking suspense, compelling characters and fascinating forensic details." —Lisa Gardner, # 1 New York Times bestselling author
"A terrific thriller…fans of forensic mysteries, such as those by Patricia Cornwell, should immediately add this series to their A-lists." —Booklist
Edge of Black (A Samantha Owens Novel), by J.T. Ellison - Amazon Sales Rank: #53166 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-10-19
- Released on: 2015-10-19
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Edge of Black (A Samantha Owens Novel), by J.T. Ellison Review "Thriller Award–winner Ellison (Where All the Dead Lie) introduces Dr. Samantha Owens, Tennessee's head medical examiner, in this scintillating first in a new forensic series. Sam, still reeling from the loss of her husband and young children in a flood two years earlier, receives a desperate phone call from Eleanor Donovan, the mother of a boy she dated at medical school in Georgetown, security consultant Eddie Donovan. Eddie, a former Army Ranger who served in Afghanistan, was shot dead in an apparent carjacking, but Eleanor, convinced her son wasn't a random victim, implores Sam to come to Washington, D.C., to conduct a second autopsy. Once in D.C., obsessive-compulsive Sam must face the demons of Eddie's memory and his widow's resentment. Meanwhile, other former members of Eddie's Ranger unit start turning up dead. The suspenseful plot takes many a twist and turn before reaching its startling conclusion."--Publishers Weekly"This thriller delves into the realm of psychological suspense. There are wheels within wheels of the complex yet entirely understandable plot. The characters are imminently human, warts and all. Sam's journey is a complex one, not only in terms of unraveling the clues in the investigation, but in dealing with her own personal tragedy. The misdirection of the evidence leads up to a breathtaking finale the reader is drawn along on the crazy journey along with Sam and the police. You won't want to put this one down until you've finished the last sentence!"--Reader to Reader Reviews"Ellison's latest focuses on medical examiner Samantha Owens, and readers will quickly realize they don't miss Taylor Jackson at all. A gut-wrenching tale that rings with emotional resonance and heart amidst the thrills, A DEEPER DARKNESS ranks as Ellison's best book yet. Her amazing streak of great thrillers continues."--RT Book Reviews Top Pick"A DEEPER DARKNESS is not only a compelling thriller but a multilayered meditation on grief and loss. Dr. Samantha Owens is a forensic investigator with heart and soul and this is the start of a most promising new series for rising star JT Ellison."-New York Times bestselling author Jeff Abbot"Fans of intelligently written, intricately crafted thrillers should definitely check out J.T. Ellison's latest Taylor Jackson novel, 14. Fusing gritty cop drama with dark psychological thriller, Ellison distinguishes herself with exceptional character development, consistently breakneck pacing and a sense of authenticity throughout."-Chicago Tribune"Mystery fiction has a new name to watch."-John Connolly"Ellison gets her Hitchcock on...just plain messing with her characters' heads until the superbly explosive end. Not to be missed!" –Lisa Gardner on Where All the Dead Lie"Combines The Silence of the Lambs with The Wire."-January Magazine on The Cold Room"What J.T. Ellison has done with the city in her award-winning Taylor Jackson books is magnificent... Lovers of mystery and suspense fiction could not ask for more."-Bookreporter"Outstanding... The police procedural details never get in the way of the potent characterization and clever plotting, and Ellison systematically cranks up the intensity all the way to the riveting ending."-Publishers Weekly, starred review on The Immortals
About the Author J.T. Ellison is the bestselling author of the critically acclaimed Taylor Jackson series, including All The Pretty Girls, 14, Judas Kiss and The Cold Room. She is the bi-monthly Friday columnist at the Anthony Award nominated blog Murderati, and was named "Best Mystery/Thriller Writer of 2008" by the Nashville Scene.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Washington, D.C.A single beam of light illuminated the path ahead, hovering and bobbing against the concrete walls. The tunnel was narrowing, growing tighter across his shoulder, forcing the joints to compress, pushing on his lungs. His breath came fast. He reminded himself to calm down, inhale through his nose. The mask was making it difficult to see, to smell, anything that might give him a sense of where he was. He paused, counted the number of times his limbs had moved forward. Once, twice, three times, twenty. Roger that. Five more evolutions and he'd be in place.He squeezed forward, slithering like a snake along on his belly, his legs bunching up behind him, his arms forward, the Maglite in his left hand, his right feeling for the way. Slowly. Slowly.There. He felt the hinge. Turned it gently, sensed the cooler air blowing up into the vent from below. Reached down into his shirt and pulled out the canister. The gloves made his hands clumsy, but he couldn't risk contact. He'd die stuck in this shaft, wedged in above the vent, stinking and rotting until someone finally sought the source of the smell.No one would think to look for him if he were to go missing.He had no one. He was alone.He double-checked his mask, made sure he was breathing clean. All systems go.The clock in his head ticked away, closing down to the final moments.Five. Four. Three. Two. One.Time.With sure hands, he opened the cylinder and depressed the button. The can discharged, spraying silently into the vent. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Empty.He shook it lightly, but there was nothing else to release. It was done.He tucked the cylinder back into his shirt and started to move away. He needed to get out of the shaft and back onto the platform, all while avoiding the cameras.He could do it. He had faith. He'd done three dry runs, and all went according to plan.He moved out, reversing the slither, arms bunching, forcing his body backward until the resistance ended and he could move his shoulders and hips without constriction. The pipe grew larger, big enough that he crawled onto his knees, turned and faced the exit. He fed a mirror mount down the shaft. No one was around.Clear.He dropped lightly to the ground, took three steps to the right to make sure he didn't accidentally get caught on film, found the metal ladder and began to climb. Higher and higher, his heart lighter and lighter. Success was his.Below, he felt the first blast of air that indicated a train was coming. The rumbling grew louder, the ladder began to shake. He could have sworn he heard a cough. He paused his climb, held on and breathed into his mask.This was a better high than you could pay for.The train passed below him, streaking silver in the dark, rushing the air from the vent toward the platform. He let the rumbling shake his body for a few moments, counting off again, then continued to climb. The exit would be deserted, he'd made sure of that. He had a two-minute window during the shift change to get out.He set the stopwatch in his head. Two minutes. Mark.He opened the hatch and climbed onto the deserted platform. Three steps to the right, two steps forward. He'd left his backpack in the trash receptacle. He worked quickly. The mask, canister and gloves went into a sealable plastic bag. His clothes were next: he exchanged the black running suit for jeans and a white cotton T-shirt, pulled on yellow Timber-lands. He used hand sanitizer on his arms to eliminate any traces that might have been left behind.He zippered the bag, tossed it on his shoulder and started walking.One minute.The giant disposal catchall was nearly full. As he passed it, he tossed the bag into the depths. He knew they'd be around to empty it in two hours, and all tangible evidence of the crime would disappear into the vast chaos that was the dump.Now unencumbered, he made better time.Thirty seconds.He could hear voices, ahead in the gloom. Twenty seconds.He stretched his stride, long legs eating up the pathway. The elongated shaft of the tunnel appeared before him. His senses were overloaded—orange and blue and white lights, people milling about, yellow hard hats obscuring peripheral vision, getting ready to go back into the tunnels and hammer for the next several hours. He ducked around a column, reversing direction, and slid into the last of the line with the rest of the workers. Ten seconds.The first shift ended with a shrieking whistle, and a subway train arrived, rumbling to a stop on the platform. He followed the crowd into the metal tube, took a seat. The rest of the workers filed in behind him, exhausted after their long overnight.Time.The train pulled away, building speed, taking him farther and farther from the scene, away, in the other direction, from the canister's contents.He was safe.He risked a small smile. Around him, men's heads nodded in time as the train rushed along the tracks. He started counting forward, and at ninety-eight, the train began to lurch to a stop.At exactly one hundred, the doors opened, and he stepped out into the brilliant early-morning sunshine.Only one thing left to do, then he could depart. Leave this cesspool of a city behind.Glory was his. Glory be. Glory be.CHAPTER TWOWashington, D.C. Dr. Samantha OwensDr. Samantha Owens walked into her lecture hall at exactly 7:00 a.m. The students were already arranged in the chairs, some sitting upright, some obviously wilting. Sam placed her notes on the lectern and turned to the class."Perk up, buckaroos. I know it's early, and I realize the ice-cream social last night involved more ethanol than frozen coagulants, but we have work to do. Who can tell me what Locard's Exchange Principle is?"There was quiet laughter, the rustling of paper and laptops opening. Despite the obvious hangovers of many of the students, hands shot up all over the room. Sam called on the closest."First row, blue shirt. Go."The boy didn't hesitate. "Any time you come in contact with an object or a space, you take something away and leave something behind.""Very good. So when you're thinking in terms of a crime scene?"The class chanted together, "There are no clean crime scenes.""Exactly." Sam turned to the whiteboard and wrote Lo-card's Theory at the top.Sam was two weeks into her first teaching gig, and loving every minute of it. She missed the hands-on work that came with being a medical examiner, sure, but this was almost like vacation. Eager, happy, excited, sometimes—okay, often—hungover kids, all dying to learn the tricks of the trade so they could rush out and become the latest and greatest forensic investigators. Once the fall semester began, she'd be teaching at Georgetown University, heading up their new forensic pathology program, but in the meantime, her boss, Hilary Stag, the Georgetown University Head of Pathology, had volunteered Sam for the summer science continuing education program, which included a week of guest lecturing at their rival medical school, George Washington.She'd been back in D.C. for just a month now. The move had gone smoothly, almost too smoothly. Her house in Nashville had sold quickly despite the depressed market, so instead of rushing into another mortgage, she'd decided to rent on N Street in Georgetown, a beautiful three-story Federalist townhouse that had been gutted inside and completely redone in nearly severe modernism, all glass and stainless and open stairwells, with an infinity lap pool in the backyard. It was as opposite from her snug home in Nashville as she could find, and she quickly realized the minimalist aesthetics pleased her. The only pricks of color were from the flowers she brought in and a few Pollock-like paintings on the walls. Everything else was black and white. She'd sold the vast majority of her furniture anyway, keeping just a few things she couldn't bear to part with, including a supple white leather couch and her rolltop writing desk—it had been her grandmother's. She purchased a bed, a small glass table and Eames chairs for the eat-in, and left the rest to chance.Once the house was set up to her liking, she'd ventured west, into the mountains, to another aesthetically pleasing home nestled in the Savage River State Forest. Alexander Whitfield—Xander—a former first sergeant in the Army Rangers, held a similar outlook: less is most definitely more.She'd spent a month on the mountain with him, fishing, hiking, sitting in companionable silence in front of his huge fire pit, listening to him play the piano, scratching his gorgeous German shepherd Thor's ears in languorous time with the music. He wrote songs for her, and with each new note, she could feel the pieces of her soul slowly knitting back together. She treaded gingerly but purposefully into the new relationship, finding surprising compatibilities in many areas, intellectually and physically.Running away from Nashville had been the smartest move she'd ever made.D.C. greeted her with warm, sunny days, white marble-columned buildings, grassy expanses and gray-blue waters flowing quickly under the majestic bridges. Xander greeted her with himself. The city paled in comparison.She realized heads were cocked, awaiting her next bit of wisdom. Anytime Xander got into her thoughts, she got distracted. She figured that was a good thing.With a smile, she apologized, then ran the class through a typical homicide crime scene, from the job of the death investigator to investigation and collection of the body to the postmortem. A few faces pinched when she started with the autopsy slides, but most hung on her every word.She was nearly to the last slide when a low murmur began in the back of the room.She turned to see what the issue was. No one was looking her way. Instead, they were staring at one of the students, a slight blonde who was clearly not paying attention."Are my slides boring you?" Sam asked.The girl didn't look Sam's way. She was slumped in her chair. Sam could immediately see something was wrong, though her first thought was, Wow, she's completely hungover. Hope she doesn't puke.A brunette four rows back raised her hand. "Um, Dr. Owens? I think she's really sick."The room began to titter. Sam glanced at her teacher's assistant. "Reggie, hit the lights."The room brightened immediately, and she could see concern written on the students' faces.She walked up the stairs to the student and started to take inventory.Her eyes were glassy. She was shivering, a fine tremor that moved on a loop through her body. Her breathing was shallow and labored, and a sheen of sweat glistened across her face. Her lips were even tinged blue.Respiratory distress. Hypoxia. Fever.Shit."What's your name, sweetie?"Sam felt terrible that she didn't already know the answer to the question; she'd only learned a few names so far. The students had a month of different classes, and this group had only rotated in a couple of days before. The girl didn't answer, just stared at the floor and coughed a bit."Her name is Brooke Wasserstrom. She's in my dorm." The brunette who'd alerted Sam was standing over her friend, worry etched on her face.Sam put her fingers on the girl's pulse, which was weak and thready. Her skin was terribly warm."Was she drinking last night?""Yeah, maybe a little bit. She left early—she was going home to spend the night and the Metro closes at midnight. She came back this morning, I saw her come out of Foggy Bottom when I went for coffee.""Do you know if she has any preexisting conditions? Is she diabetic?""Not that I know of. I've never seen her take anything other than, like, Advil. I don't know her that well, she lives on my hall is all."Brooke's breathing was getting worse. She needed medical attention immediately. And thankfully, there was a hospital less than half a block away. It would be faster to take her there than call EMS to come to the school.Decision made, Sam stood up and announced, "I need someone to carry her."Reggie came to her side. "I'll carry her. What's wrong? Do we need to alert the school?""We need to get her over to the emergency room. She needs oxygen. We can worry about the school after she's stabilized. Let's go. Kids, class is dismissed."The students poured forth from the room, quiet and somber. A few were crying, including Brooke's dorm mate, who stood frozen on the steps. Sam reached back and touched her arm."You need to come with us. Sorry, what's your name?""Elizabeth.""Elizabeth. I know you're concerned. But we need your information about Brooke's activities over the past few days. So tag along, okay?""Yes, Dr. Owens."Reggie lifted Brooke into his arms. She folded into him, lethargic and coughing, and Sam grew even more concerned. Elizabeth grabbed the girl's backpack.Sam led the way, out the doors, down the hallway and out onto the street. The thin wail of sirens rose in the background, and she felt a chill crawl down her spine. Premonition. Deja vu. Something.They exited the building on 22nd and crossed the street to the GW Medical Center. Sam walked them directly into the emergency room entrance, and right up to the triage window. There was a lot of activity behind the glass. Sam glanced around and realized the emergency room was full. Strange for this time of day—they usually filled up at night, when people were ill and couldn't see their primary doctor, or got themselves involved in a brawl or had too much to drink or took too many drugs. Ten on a Tuesday morning wasn't exactly peak time.She pounded on the glass until she got the attention of the harried triage nurse, who flung the glass window open and said, "Have a seat, we'll be with you in a minute.""I have a hypoxic teenager here in acute respiratory distress. She needs oxygen immediately.""Jesus, another one?" The nurse slammed the window closed and came around the desk to open the door. "Bring her in."Another one? What the hell?They brought Brooke into the triage station. The nurse took one look at her, opened the door to the back and yelled, "Stretcher, oxygen, STAT."Two seconds later a gurney rolled up to the door. Reggie deposited Brooke on the white sheet. She was looking even worse, her eyes closed, her breath coming in little pants. Sam could hear the laboring breath, wheezing in and out, knew the girl was most likely developing rales, the first steps to pulmonary edema. But without a stethoscope, she couldn't be sure.This was maddening.
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36 of 43 people found the following review helpful. Sprawling, Self-Parodizing Mess By Kevin L. Nenstiel Because law enforcement is heavily systematized, for good reason, and crime is often banal, mystery fiction tends toward repetition. If you've ever screamed at a novel, wondering why the hero can't see the widow's lies, that's why. Good authors beat this curb through innovative characterization--like Charles Todd and Stef Penney. JT Ellison handles this by cribbing technique from romance, another repetitive genre, with, let's say, predictable results.A biological attack on the DC subway paralyzes America's government and kills three, including a congressman. ME Samantha Owens accepted a Georgetown teaching gig to escape such drama, but the DCPD and State Department need her experience and insight. When her boyfriend goes vigilante to pursue the attacker, whom he may know from his Army hitch, Sam finds herself caught between the law she's sworn to uphold, and America's greater good.Presumably, Ellison wants to court the same audience that loves authors like Patricia Cornwell and Kathy Reichs. She uses much the same style: an alternation between wonky technical investigation, breakneck police work, and slow character exposition. But instead of creating taut, multifaceted character mysteries like Cornwell and Reichs, Ellison sprawls all over the map--literally, as the investigation caroms from DC to Denver and all points between.I can't identify which egregious mistakes bother me most. I began to get a sinking feeling when Sam Owens' boyfriend, Xander, destroyed evidence and went off in pursuit of Lone Ranger justice. Does Sam, the career civil servant, recognize this vigilantism for the reckless endangerment it is? Nope, she considers it manful, assertive, and "the right thing." When her DCPD contact is understandably angered, she stops barely short of calling him fascist.Likewise, supposed professionals make such novice mistakes, I suspect they misunderstood the job questionnaire. Surely an ME with disaster training knows to volunteer her services at the perimeter of a biological attack, not to the men in the Tyvek moon suits. Police tracking a high-stakes witness should ping his cell phone now, not after he calls his girlfriend. Checking a victim's Facebook page is victimology SOP; getting blindsided a day late is inexcusable.But perhaps the characters are distracted. They're busy calibrating attractiveness: in each other, peers, bosses, and peripheral characters. Sam is deeply in love with Xander, but has to fend off romantic advances from her DCPD contact, Fletch. Meanwhile, Fletch seems to have crushes on his assistant, his boss, and a buxom vice cop. Shouldn't skilled professionals in a national security crisis postpone the sexual byplay until happy hour?Nor is it just the core ensemble. Ellison introduces new characters, not by name, action, or dialog, but by appearance. No character is permitted to speak, perform in-scene action, or advance the plot until Ellison establishes them as good-looking. No character who says or does anything in this book is less than ravishingly beautiful, man or woman, except one victim's mousy mother and, in the final reveal, the culprit. Beauty equals virtue, evidently.Between flashes of incipient sexcapades, Ellison cantilevers so many potential storylines into the book that she can't resolve them all. Because it happens in an early chapter, it spoils nothing to say the DCPD pull Sam into the investigation because it appears the subway attack was targeted at the congressman alone. Tenuous prodding reveals that Peter Leighton may have sordid hobbies, unseemly connections, and a Moriarty-like double life.Yet this, and several other byzantine subplots, disappear from the story for dozens of pages at once. Ellison has so many balls that she can't juggle them together, and I kept forgetting she'd introduced something important. Then the investigation happens off-stage. Ellison introduces a possible serial rapist voyeur druggie congressman, then sends his DNA to a lab, and in the denouement, has her cop character basically shrug and say, "That was a red herring."BORRR-ring!Ellison's press biography claims she has worked with police, FBI, and other agencies to ensure the realism of her stories. After reading the slipshod techniques and outright illegalities of this story, I suspect she may have law officers asking to have their names redacted from her acknowledgments page. Her theatrics belong in a Vin Diesel movie, not in a police procedural with aspirations of verisimilitude.This is not a serious novel. This is a mixed-genre slumgullion to fall asleep under on a beach or on a plane. Anybody who reads mysteries seriously will recognize it for a Rube Goldberg narrative, which might have worked as a parody, but is too earnest for its own good.
14 of 17 people found the following review helpful. Another Hit from one of the most amazing thriller writers out there By Debbie Haupt-The Reading Frenzy Dr. Samantha Owens is settling into her new life in DC. She still mourns her losses but she's made new friends, has a new career path and has a new love. And now she also has another disaster on her capable hands. What looks like a terrorist attack on the DC subway is taking a new and devious turn. It seems an unknown substance has been released, one that has killed not hundreds not thousands but three, with no apparent relationship to each other. Her friend detective Darren Fletcher needs a favor, needs her to don her medical examiner persona and find answers to some disturbing questions. The authorities are headed in one direction, but is it the right direction. Will there be more attacks, will more die or is this heinous crime something very different than what it looks like at face value. Sam will use her extensive knowledge as a forensic pathologist to search for answers. It will put she and her lover, former Army Ranger, Xander Whitfield in imminent danger from not only a most allusive and deadly villain but from detective Fletcher and the authorities too.JT Ellison just keeps getting better and better. She turned a co-star from her bestselling Taylor Jackson series, Samantha Owens, into a superstar in her own right. This time she takes us deep into a terrifying ordeal that's not too far removed from what we all fear today. She gives us a storyline not only realistic, but feasible. Her impeccable research is evident as she takes us through this non-stop action packed terror filled tale using her customary no nonsense narrative in which she deposits some well placed prose which gives more dimension to the novel and to her characters. Her stars we've met before but she's giving us more in depth information about them now, more secrets revealed, more dreams uncovered, making them more approachable and she introduces us to many more characters some good, some bad and some we wonder which side of the fence they're on. If you love the thrillers of Lisa Gardner or Lisa Jackson, Nelson DeMille or John Sandford you'll love this new explosive thriller by JT Ellison.JT you never cease to amaze me as you delve into topics that make me shiver and I can't wait until the next chill.
7 of 8 people found the following review helpful. Edge of Black By Patricia H. Parker Fans of J. T. Ellison have watched as her heroine, Taylor Jackson, worked her way through several mysteries. Then Taylor was shot by her new nemesis, The Pretender. The wound was such that Taylor could no longer function with any faith in her own skills. She decided to take time off away from her job. All through the Taylor Jackson series, Taylor's long time friend, Samantha Owens, was always there to help solve the mysteries. However, Sam was going through her own problems. She lost a baby when she was wounded by the Pretender and then her husband and twin children were drowned in a flood. Now, Sam has moved to Washington, DC to get away from the tragedy and memories in Nashville, Tennessee. She is teaching at George Washington University trying to make a break from her work as a medical examiner. However, what would a mystery novel be without a mystery? Shortly after Sam unpacks her office and finishes her first classes, a mysterious "plague" strikes DC. Victims are being brought into the Emergency Room of the GW Medical Center after becoming ill in the Metro. A biological contaminant has been introduced into the air which causes very quick respiratory symptoms. Three people are already dead and many others are on the verge of death.The rest of the book follows Sam; her friend, DC Police Detective Darren Fletcher and her new love, Alexander Whitfield (Xander) in trying to solve the source of this contaminant and its connection with groups in the more solitary unsettled parts of our country. Xander is another person who is trying to find a new life. He is the son of 1960s hippies who resettled in the Colorado Mountains and raised their children there. They are antiwar, but their son turned his own way and joined the U. S. Army. Now he is trying to forget the things he saw during his war experiences. He and Sam have found comfort in each other's company, and, although, nothing has been discussed, they will probably go forward together in the future. I have heard the term, "Doomsday Preparers" twice. The first time was two weeks ago on a television documentary and the second time was in this book. Sam, Fletcher and Xander follow a trail back to the area where Xander grew up and make contact with some of his childhood friends who are now in these groups who are innocent and others who are not.Frankly, I was upset when Ellison left Taylor and went on to feature Sam. I shouldn't have been because Ellison has continued her excellent writing, in the same style, with Sam and her new life. This book is full of the turns and twist which make all of Ellison's books so good. I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes deep, scary murder mysteries, and I hope that, whomever she features, Ellison is busy writing more of her outstanding books.
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