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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Laura Griffin started her career in journalism before venturing into the world of romantic suspense. She is a two-time RITA Award winner (for the books Scorched and Whisper of Warning) as well as the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award (for Untraceable). Laura currently lives in Austin, where she is working on her next book. Visit her website at LauraGriffin.com and on Facebook at Facebook.com/LauraGriffinAuthor.
Parking on campus was a bitch and so was Sophie. Or at least, she was in a bitchy mood. She was hot, hungry, and doomed to spend the better part of her lunch hour waiting in line at the registrar’s office.
But then she spotted it—a gleaming, perfect, gorgeously empty parking space not fifty feet in front of her. The green flag indicating time still left on the parking meter was the cherry on top of her lunchtime sundae.
“Thank you,” she sighed as she rolled past the spot, shifted into reverse, and flipped her turn indicator. She had just started to ease back when an old-model VW zipped up behind her.
“Hey!” Sophie pounded her horn as the Bug driver whipped into her spot while pretending not to see her. She might as well have been invisible.
“Unbelievable!” Sophie jabbed at the window button and leaned out to yell at him. “Yo, Fahrvergnügen! That’s my spot!”
A horn blared behind her and she glanced around. Now she was holding up traffic. She shifted into drive and muttered curses as she scoured the busy streets for another scrap of real estate large enough to accommodate her Tahoe. Of course there wasn’t one. She glanced at her watch. Damn it, she was going to be late getting back to work, and she’d long since used up her tardy passes. With a final curse, she pulled into an overpriced parking garage three blocks downhill from her destination. After squeezing into a spot, she jumped out and dashed for the exit, pressing numbers on her cell phone as she went.
“Mia? Hey, it’s me.” She stepped onto the sidewalk and blinked up at the blindingly bright sunlight.
“What’s up, Soph? I’ve got my hands full.”
“Shoot, forget it, then.”
“I’m at the university,” Sophie said. “I was going to ask you to cover the phones for a few minutes if I’m not back by one.”
“I’ll get down there if I can, but—”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get Diane to do it.” Diane was the assistant evidence clerk at the Delphi Center, where Sophie worked, but she wasn’t exactly known for her cheery disposition. “She owes me a favor, anyway. We’re still on for margaritas with Kelsey, right? Six o’clock?”
“Schmitt’s,” Mia confirmed. “See you there.”
Sophie dropped the phone in her bag and continued uphill. The sun blazed down. Her blouse grew damp. Her tortured feet were a testament to the folly of buying Victoria’s Secret sandals on clearance. After waiting for a break in traffic, she darted across the street and felt the heat coming up off the asphalt in waves. Jeez, it was hot. Thank goodness she was signing up for a night course.
At last she reached the grassy quadrangle and enjoyed a few patches of shade as she neared the registrar’s office. Students streamed up and down the sidewalks, talking with friends and reading text messages. Sophie gazed wistfully at their cutoff shorts and tank tops. Once upon a time she, too, had lived in grunge wear. She didn’t miss the clothes so much as that time in her life, when she’d had nothing more to do than go to keg parties on weekends and cut class to hang out with her boyfriend. Now both those pursuits seemed worse than trivial—they seemed wasteful. How could a few short years make such a difference in her outlook?
She marveled at the irony—here she was plunking down her hard-earned money to attend a class she would have happily ditched just a few years ago. The perfect revenge for her I-told-you-so parents, only they’d never get the chance to say that because she had no intention of telling them she was back in school. This was her private mission, and if she failed to accomplish it, no one would ever have to know she’d tried.
Sophie navigated the busy sidewalks, longing for a pair of Birkenstocks instead of heels. She glanced again at her watch and knew, without a doubt, she was going to be late.
She halted in her tracks.
People shrieked behind her, and she whirled around. Her gaze landed on someone sprawled across the sidewalk. A man. Sophie stared in shock at the jacket, the tie, and the bloody pulp that should have been his head.
Someone’s shooting! The words screamed through her brain as she scanned her surroundings. She was in an open field. She was a clear target.
More shrieks as she bolted for the trees. A staccato of bullets. Clumps of grass burst up at her and she fell back, landing hard on her butt. Before her eyes, a woman collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat. A child in pigtails howled. Crab-walking backward, Sophie glanced around frantically. What was happening? Where was it coming from? Screams echoed around her as people ducked and dove for cover.
She rolled to her knees and lunged for the nearest solid object—a cement block at the base of a statue. She crouched behind it, gasping for breath, every nerve in her body zinging with terror.
Where is he?
More gunfire. More screaming. Sophie cupped her hands over her head and tried to make herself small.
• • •
“She lent it to you? That’s the best you got?” San Marcos Police Detective Allison Doyle scowled down at the pimply-faced perpetrator and waited. It didn’t take long.
“She didn’t say that exactly.”
“What did she say, exactly?”
“Well, it was more like understood, you know?” The kid slouched against the door to his dorm room. “Like I could use it long as I wanted, so long as I returned it.”
“I see.” Allison nodded over his shoulder, at the array of loot spread out on his single bed: four iPods, two BlackBerrys, and an iPad not even out of the box—which constituted the reason for her little visit to this room that smelled like gym socks and God knew what else.
“What about the iPods?” Allison asked. “You borrow them, too?”
A girl burst into the hallway. “Someone’s shooting! Oh my God, people are dead!”
Allison yanked out her Glock and rushed down the hall. “Who’s shooting? Where?”
“The quad! Someone’s killing people!”
“Go into your rooms and lock your doors. Now! Stay away from the windows.”
Allison raced across the lobby and out the glass door. It was like stepping into an oven. She took an instant to orient herself, then took off for the university quadrangle just as her radio crackled to life.
“Attention all units! Active shooter on campus! South quadrangle!” The usually calm dispatcher sounded shrill, and Allison felt the first twinge of panic. “Reports of casualties. All units respond!”
Allison jerked the radio from her belt. “Doyle responding.” Jesus Christ. “Where is the shooter? Over.”
For a moment, silence. Then a distant wail of sirens on the other side of town. Allison sprinted across University Avenue and did a double take. Cars were stopped in the middle of the road, doors flung open. The engines were running, but the cars were empty.
“Shooter’s location is unknown,” the dispatcher said. “I repeat, unknown.”
• • •
Jonah Macon stared at the dilapidated house where absolutely nothing had happened for the past seven hours. He hated surveillance work, and not just the boredom of it. His six-foot-four-inch frame wasn’t designed to be crammed into the back of a van for days on end.
“If I drink another cup of this coffee, my piss is gonna turn black.”
Jonah shot Sean Byrne a look of disgust but didn’t respond.
“Nice image,” Jonah’s partner Ric quipped, tossing his Styrofoam cup into an empty Krispy Kreme box. Ric Santos had volunteered to bring breakfast this morning, and the doughnut shop was just around the corner from his girlfriend’s place.
So here they all were—bored, caffeinated, and jacked up on sugar that needed to be burned off. Jonah leaned back in his seat and popped his knuckles as he stared at the video monitor.
“Seriously, how late can he sleep?” Sean asked. “I’m about to bust in there and drag his skinny ass out here myself.”
“Movement at the door,” Jonah said, and everyone snapped to attention.
A man stepped onto the porch, finally breaking the monotony. Jonah’s team had been in the van since before dawn, waiting for their subject to kiss his girlfriend good-bye and lead them to the crib where they were ninety-nine percent sure their murder suspect was holed up. Sure enough, they watched onscreen as their subject got some good-bye tongue action before tromping down the rickety front-porch steps.
“Think he’s stepping out for a paper?” Sean asked sarcastically.
“I’m not sure he can read.” Ric eased out of the bucket seat in back and slid behind the wheel while Jonah reached for his radio to give the guys in the car down the block a heads-up.
The phone at Jonah’s hip buzzed. Then Ric’s phone buzzed. Then a snippet of rap music emanated from Sean’s pocket.
Everyone exchanged grim looks as they took out their phones. Jonah answered first.
“Get to campus, ASAP! Where’s the SWAT van?”
“Perkin has it,” Jonah told his lieutenant. “He’s up in Austin at a training op—”
“Someone’s shooting people all over the quad! Get over there and suit up. Grab everyone you can.”
Jonah braced himself against the side of the van as Ric peeled away from the curb. From the look on his partner’s face, Jonah knew he was getting similar instructions.
“What’s your setup?” Lieutenant Reynolds demanded.
Jonah was already leaning over the backseat to do a quick inventory of the cargo space. “Two shotguns, a rifle, and a couple of flash bangs.” His pulse started to pound. “How many shooters?”
“We don’t know.”
“What kind of weapon?”
“We don’t know that, either. We don’t know shit! All I got is a bunch of hysterical 911 calls, someone’s gunning down people on the lawn. Some kid just got shot off his bike. ETA?”
Jonah glanced through the tinted windows as a blur of storefronts raced past. “Two minutes, tops.”
“Okay, then you’re it, Macon. I’m fifteen minutes out. You guys got any Kevlar?”
“Three vests and a flak jacket.”
“Take all of it. And call me when you get there.”
• • •
Another burst of cement on the nearby sidewalk. Sophie huddled tighter and looked back at the howling little girl.
“Get down!” Sophie shouted.
From the pavement, an arm reached up and tugged weakly at the girl’s shorts. The arm was attached to a hugely pregnant woman who was lying in an ever-expanding pool of her own blood.
Dear Lord. Someone had to get them out of here, but there was no one. The campus that had been crawling with students just moments ago was now a ghost town. Sophie darted her gaze around. Where was the shooter? She eased up slowly and peered around the base of the bronze statue.
An agonized scream behind her. Sophie recoiled. She peeked beneath her quivering elbow and saw a man hunched at the base of a flagpole, clutching his bloody ankle.
Sophie’s gaze was drawn to the corpse behind her, now baking on the sidewalk. At the edge of the grass, another man lay sprawled across the ground, a backpack beside him. A student. Sophie’s heart jackhammered against her rib cage as she watched the flies already buzzing around him.
This can’t be happening.
The crying intensified. Sophie glanced again at the child, who was hunched over her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. She had to be only two, maybe three years old. The woman twisted onto her side, probably trying to shield the girl with her body. They were behind a large oak tree, thank goodness. But if the child moved too much—
Glass shattered on a building nearby.
Crack. Crack. Crack. One by one, the second-story windows exploded. She thought of those shooting games at carnivals where the targets were little yellow ducks.
Sirens grew louder as Sophie scoured the rooflines for any sort of movement or muzzle flash. She went from building to building all around the quadrangle, searching the red tile roofs and the highest row of windows.
Her gaze came to rest on the white limestone monolith that sat atop the hill, overlooking the entire campus like a giant Sphinx. And suddenly she knew. The gunman was on top of the library.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful
Pretty good, NOT Ms. Griffin's best!Sept. 6 2011
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Format: Kindle Edition
First let me start out by saying I am a huge fan of Laura Griffin. She doesn't "fluff" her stories. The characters are real and seem normal everyday types. SHe has alot of action and generally good romance. This one has been my least favorite. Sophie is a little weak in my mind and her love interest is more worried about keeping her tucked away than solving the crime. I will continue to buy her books...
13 of 15 people found the following review helpful
SnappedAug. 31 2011
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Format: Mass Market Paperback
Talk about starting out with action right from the start. Sophie is on her way to sign up for college classes to help enhance her resume in the hopes of getting a promotion at the Delphi Center from receptionist into their PR department. As she makes her way across campus a gunman opens fire into the crowd of students and faculty. People are scrambling to get out of the way, and as Sophie finds a hiding spot, she sees a pregnant woman who was hit and lay dying while her young daughter sits there watching and crying. For as many great scenes and moments that are in this book, that's one that will stick with me. The initial randomness of the shooting is quickly investigated and Sophie's certain that more people were behind this than just the shooter, who killed himself once the cops located him on campus.
Jonah's on the case and his protective streak is running high with Sophie being caught in the middle. We first got a little bit of their story in UNFORGIVABLE, book 3 in the Tracers series, and we find out that their relationship never really got off the ground, so to speak. But the sparks are definitely there and as the case unfolds and Sophie finds herself looking over her shoulder at every turn, Jonah's there to make sense of the clues that are coming in and help Sophie stay safe.
The pacing of the story was fantastic. It starts out with a bang and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. It's a great blend of action/suspense balanced so well with Sophie and Jonah's relationship. It never felt overloaded with action, but when the enemy attempted to tie up all the loose ends (aka Sophie) to complete his mission, I felt right in the middle of the scenes with Sophie as she dealt with all the craziness happening in her life. Never mind the fact that she was still trying to put her life back together from an attack that happened a few months back. Jonah was there for her then, he's there for her now and he'll do anything in his power to make sure she's protected.
I love that Sophie goes to Jonah when she needs to feel safe. When she's attacked outside her apartment, the first safe place she thinks of is Jonah's house, forget the fact that he's not even there, it was where she needed to be. They never really fought the attraction between them, but when Sophie becomes a very important witness to the entire investigation, Jonah has to tread carefully and not get as close to Sophie as he really wants to be until the case is wrapped up. But their relationship continued to grow stronger the more they were together and they came to need each other so much.
********** "You're not really still mad at me, are you?"
He brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Really?"
She nodded, and the hurt on her face made his chest tighten.
"Sophie." He kissed her forehead. "I need you to forgive me."
She looked at him for a long moment and he waited, anxious. He could hardly breathe for wanting this girl, and he realized he'd never had so much riding on one apology.
"I'll think about it," she finally said, and leaned forward to kiss him. **********
One thing that I've always enjoyed about each Tracer's book are the solid stories the supporting characters get. We not only get caught up with past characters, in this case especially Mia and Ric, but we get great introductions to the characters we'll be getting to read about in the future. Detective Allison Doyle has a strong role and we find out just enough about her to lead us into her book which will be up next.
I loved everything about this book and it's a big must read for all romantic suspense fans. The series is one of my favorites and I think this story is the best of the bunch so far. All the separate pieces and characters flowed together so well and even though I was cursing Laura Griffin for keeping me up WAY past my bedtime, I simply couldn't put the book down. And I love when that happens.
Blog Rating: 4.5/5 stars
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful
Gripping, action-packed, suspenseful and romantic; Another winner by Laura GriffinAug. 29 2011
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Format: Mass Market Paperback
I first met Jonah and Sophie in Unforgivable and there was some definite sparks there so I couldn't wait to read their story. I was also very intrigued by the school shooting premise. The whole time I was reading, I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next--I wasn't sure where the author will take the story especially after the shooter shot himself in chapter three. But take it she did and after the highly charged beginning, I was at the edge of my seat the whole entire time.
The characters (main and secondary) were fantastic. But the character that stood out for me was Sophie who was very smart, stubborn and independent. Usually, stubborn and independent heroines tend to irritate me because most knowingly put themselves into stupid situations. Not Sophie. Danger seemed to find her. This girl went through a lot--from being being abducted in Unforgivable to being caught in the middle of a school shooting to realizing that someone was trying to kill her (after she was ran off a cliff and narrowly escaping her car in which the villain had planted a bomb). I knew and understood where she was coming from and why she did what she did. Jonah was great as well and he had his own issues, mainly fighting his intense attraction to Sophie who was convinced that the shooter may have an accomplice. He knew what Sophie had gone through and he didn't want to take advantage of her. She was also a key witness in his case. There is a reason why Ms. Griffin is my go-to author for romantic suspense and it's because she can write a darn good romance amid all the action and suspense--she balances the suspense and the romance so well. There was great chemistry between Sophie and Jonah. They were both fighting their feelings for each other for most of the book but when they finally got together, it's genuine and worth the anticipation on my part.
I guess my only complaint was that I felt I didn't get to "know" the villain. I felt he wasn't as sinister as I like my villains to be and he wasn't as well-developed as the shooter. Characters from previous Tracer series books make an appearance (like Ric and Mia from Unforgivable) which I like because you get an update on what they have been doing. New characters were also introduced like workaholic, rookie detective Allison Doyle and I hope she'll have her own book in the future.
Ms. Griffin takes you on a ride filled with twists and turns that will have you guessing until the end. Snapped is a gripping, action-packed, suspenseful and romantic read you won't be able to put down.
4.5 out of 5 stars
**Reviewed by Michelle for Michelle & Leslie's Book Picks blog review.**
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
SNAPPED by Laura GriffinSept. 24 2011
Suzanne E. Coleburn
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Format: Mass Market Paperback
I'm like a lot of other people who say, "You MUST read Laura Griffin." SNAPPED is out of this world with thrills and chills and fabulous romance. It starts out with a bang--a sniper has opened fire on a college campus and three are dead, plus the shooter and dozens wounded. Sophie Barrett who works for the Delphi Center Crime Lab happened to be on the scene as she was going to register for some classes that day. Sophie is convinced that it isn't just a random act but no one believes her - not the cops, not her co-workers.
Jonah Macon, a detective is hoping Sophie is wrong about seeing someone else riding in the shooter's car. Also, he doesn't want to get involved with a witness either. Needless to say, Sophie is quite the looker with a body that knocks Jonah's eyes out. Sophie is determined as well as fearless and gets herself and Jonah into all sorts of compromising situations that makes her a target for the people who started everything in the first place. This book will keep you hanging by the fingernails. All the characters are finely drawn; the plot is mind boggling and keeps you turning the pages as fast as you can. Sophie and Jonah are dynamite. I wish I had a Jonah Macon to protect me! If you see a book by Laura Griffin grab it fast and start reading!
Suzanne Coleburn - Belles & Beaux of Romance Fairy Godmother of Romance 2002
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
Starts with a bangSept. 18 2011
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and doesn't let up. Sophie and Jonah are my favorite hero and heroine in a long time. They are well suited for each other and compliment the story. Loved the intense danger in this one. A very good read.