Book Description
CFBI Agent Jasi McLellan leads a psychically gifted team in the hunt for a serial arsonist- a murderer who has already taken the lives of three innocent people. Unleashing her gift as a Pyro-Psychic, Jasi is compelled toward smoldering ashes and enters the killer's mind. A mind bent on destruction and revenge.
Jasi's team consists of Psychometric Empath and profiler, Ben Roberts, and Victim Empath, Natassia Prushenko, is led down a twisting path of dark, painful secrets. Brandon Walsh, the handsome, smooth-talking Chief of Arson Investigations joins them in a manhunt that takes them across British Columbia- from Vancouver to Kelowna, Penticton and Victoria.
While impatiently sifting through the clues that were left behind, Jasi and her team realize that there is more to the third victim than meets the eye. Perhaps not all of the victims were that innocent. The hunt intensifies when they learn that someone they know is next on the arsonist's list.
The case heats to the boiling point as Jasi steps out of the flames... and into the fire. And in the heat of early summer, Agent Jasi McLellan discovers that a murderer lies in wait...much closer than she imagined.
Step into the fire with Jasi McLellan, in the first of the Divine series- a suspense thriller that will keep you turning the pages. If you enjoy reading Nora Roberts/ J.D. Robb, Patricia Cornwell or Lisa Jackson, you'll Love Cheryl Kaye Tardif!
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From the Inside Flap
Divine Intervention
"Please!" the old woman begged pitifully when she regained consciousness. With one hand raised to protect her bloodied face, she scrambled along the floor of the shed, searching for escape, clawing at the rough cedar planks below her. "Please, let me go! I've done nothing!" Crouching down with a piece of yellow rope grasped firmly between my hands, I stared at her. She reminded me of a deer, caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Removing the hood from my head, I smiled. Her eyes widened with recognition and terror. I carefully tied her feet together and pushed her to a sitting position. Then I wrapped the stiff rope around her neck. Yanking her toward the wooden workbench, I heard her gasping for air, her short legs jerking spasmodically beneath her. I leaned down and asked her one important question. With a glimmer of hope in her terrified eyes, she whispered the answer in a small voice. "No
man. No
man wash¯" "Nana?" a child's voice called from outside the utility shed. I held my breath and prayed that the child would go away, but when the door opened and a small face peered inside, I knew that I had no other choice. Grabbing the little girl's arm, I hauled her into the shed. "You should have stayed inside the house. Now look what you're making me do, you naughty girl." The child whimpered softly while I tied her tightly to the semi-conscious woman. And then I left them, trussed up like animals, while I made the final preparations.
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