Don't Talk to Strangers: A Novel (Keye Street)
Amanda Kyle Williams
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“An explosive read . . . Amanda Kyle Williams sets the classic private eye novel on fire.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child
Hailed by The Atlanta Journal-Constitution as “one of the most addictive new series heroines,” Keye Street is the brilliant, brash heart of a sizzling thriller full of fear and temptation, judgments and secrets, infidelity and murder.
He likes them smart.
In the woods of Whisper, Georgia, two bodies are found: one recently dead, the other decayed from a decade of exposure to the elements. The sheriff is going to need help to track down an experienced predator—one who abducts girls and holds them for months before ending their lives. Enter ex–FBI profiler and private investigator Keye Street.
He lives for the struggle.
After a few weeks, Keye is finally used to sharing her downtown Atlanta loft with her boyfriend, A.P.D. Lieutenant Aaron Rauser. Along with their pets (his dog, her cat) they seem almost like a family. But when Rauser plunks a few ice cubes in a tumbler and pours a whiskey, Keye tenses. Her addiction recovery is tenuous at best.
And loves the fear.
Though reluctant to head out into the country, Keye agrees to assist Sheriff Ken Meltzer. Once in Whisper, where the locals have no love for outsiders, Keye starts to piece together a psychological profile: The killer is someone who stalks and plans and waits. But why does the sociopath hold the victims for so long, and what horrible things must they endure? When a third girl goes missing, Keye races against time to connect the scant bits of evidence. All the while, she cannot shake the chilling feeling: Something dark and disturbing lives in these woods—and it is watching her every move.
Praise for Amanda Kyle Williams and Don’t Talk to Strangers
“There’s a new voice in Atlanta, and her name is Amanda Kyle Williams.”—Julia Spencer-Fleming, New York Times bestselling author
“One of the most addictive new series heroines since Stephanie Plum.”—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“Keye Street is my kind of detective—complicated, savvy, flawed, and blessed with a sharply observant dark wit.”—Joshilyn Jackson, New York Times bestselling author
“Both Williams and Street should be around for the long haul, so discover them now from the start.”—Alafair Burke, author of Long Gone
“The exciting thing about Williams’ writing is how easily she draws the reader into the drama of the story . . . and she adds enough twists and turns to keep the reader off kilter to the very end.”—The Huffington Post
From the Hardcover edition.
at the image of the letter on my phone, read it again. “Gotta be a dirt floor,” I said, more to myself than to the sheriff. We were on the highway heading back to Meltzer’s cop shop, where I could retrieve my car. He was expected to speak tonight, to reassure Whisper. “A barn or shed, a basement or crawl space,” I said. “An abandoned farmhouse.” “Plenty of those around here. Broken down enough to have a lot of dirt too,” Meltzer said, following my line of thought. He hit the Bluetooth button on
concept of entertainment. “All that annoying construction traffic is going in circles now. Can you not see the fun in that?” I glanced at the officer. He was staring ahead through the windshield, politely ignoring my conversation. “I’m speechless,” I said into the phone. “Did you call to say you’re coming home? Because people are calling.” “Who’s calling?” “Tyrone’s Quikbail has a couple failures to appear. Larry Quinn has a job and about half a dozen attorneys need papers served.” “Put them
of bowling balls rolled down an alley. I’d never bowled. I’d never even been inside a bowling alley. Not that I was above it. I’d spent plenty of time in bars with a pool cue in my hand. “I had to give it up too.” He said it with the matter-of-fact cadence of a country boy. “Drinking, I mean. A couple years ago when the bowling alley business wasn’t supporting us, Molly and me had to think long and hard before I applied for a liquor license. It’s tempting on bad days.” “And I know you’ve had
terrible part-time violence in their life and their real life, the life where they’re part of a community. It’s the same kind of disconnect that a lot of us have in our everyday lives but it’s taken to the extreme. You run a bar. You’ve seen guys talk to women in a way they’d absolutely hate their mothers or wives or sisters being talked to. Multiply that kind of emotional disconnect between behavior and values by about a hundred.” Cochran was silent. “Did you or your wife know Tracy Davidson
parents. Brolin and Raymond stepped out of the interview room talking. Their conversation cut off sharply when they saw me. “Well done,” I said. Brolin’s top teeth pressed into the dent in her bottom lip. I thought she might smile. Maybe that was a smile. I think I shivered a little. “You hear that, Rob?” she asked. “Dr. Street thinks we did a good job.” “Oh yeah? I guess we can retire now,” he said. “Yeah, I feel all warm inside,” Brolin said. They turned and headed toward the elevators.