Alone (Detective D. D. Warren Series #1)

Alone (Detective D. D. Warren Series #1)

by Lisa Gardner

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Alone . . . Massachusetts State Trooper Bobby Dodge watches a tense hostage standoff unfold through the scope of his sniper rifle. Just across the street, in wealthy Back Bay, Boston, an armed man has barricaded himself with his wife and child. The man’s finger tightens on the trigger and Dodge has only a split second to react . . . and forever pay the consequences.

Alone . . . that’s where the nightmare began for cool, beautiful, and dangerously sexy Catherine Rose Gagnon. Twenty-five years ago, she was buried underground during a month-long nightmare of abduction and abuse. Now her husband has just been killed. Her father-in-law, the powerful Judge Gagnon, blames Catherine for his son’s death . . . and for the series of unexplained illnesses that have sent her own young son repeatedly to the hospital.

Alone . . . a madman survived solitary confinement in a maximum security prison where he’d done hard time for the most sadistic of crimes. Now he walks the streets a free man, invisible, anonymous . . . and filled with an unquenchable rage for vengeance. What brings them together is a moment of violence—but what connects them is a passion far deeper and much more dangerous. For a killer is loose who’s woven such an intricate web of evil that no one is above suspicion, no one is beyond harm, and no one will see death coming until it has them cornered, helpless, and alone.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553584530
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/27/2005
Series: Detective D. D. Warren Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 23,863
Product dimensions: 4.17(w) x 6.86(h) x 1.04(d)

About the Author

Lisa Gardner is the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen novels. Her Detective D. D. Warren novels include Live to Tell, Hide, Alone, and The Neighbor, winner of the International Thriller Writers’ Award. Her FBI Profiler novels include Say Goodbye, Gone, The Killing Hour, The Next Accident, and The Third Victim. She lives with her family in New England.

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Chapter One

He'd put in a fifteen-hour shift the night the call came in. Too many impatient drivers on 93, leading to too much crash, bang, boom. City was like that this time of year. The trees were bare, night coming on quick and the holidays looming. It felt raw outside. After the easy camaraderie of summer barbecues, you now walked alone through city streets hearing nothing but the skeletal rattle of dry leaves skittering across cold pavement.

Lots of cops complained about the short, gray days of February, but personally, Bobby Dodge had never cared for November. Today did nothing to change his mind.

His shift started with a minor fender bender, followed by two more rear-enders from northbound gawkers. Four hours of paperwork later, he thought he'd gotten through the worst of it. Then, in early afternoon, when traffic should've been a breeze even on the notoriously jam-packed 93, came a five-car pile-up as a speeding taxi driver tried to change four lanes at once and a stressed-out ad exec in a Hummer forcefully cut him off. The Hummer took the hit like a heavyweight champ; the rusted-out cab went down for the count and took out three other cars with it. Bobby got to call four wreckers, then diagram the accident, and then arrest the ad exec when it became clear the man had mixed in a few martinis with his power lunch.

Pinching a man for driving under the influence meant more paperwork, a trip to the South Boston barracks (now in the middle of rush-hour traffic, when no one respected anyone's right-of-way, not even a trooper's), and another altercation with the rich ad exec when he balked at entering the holding cell.

The ad exec had a good fifty pounds on Bobby. Like a lot of guys confronted by a smaller opponent, he confused superior weight with superior strength and ignored the warning signs telling him otherwise. The man grabbed the doorjamb with his right hand. He swung his lumbering body backwards, expecting to bowl over his smaller escort and what? Make a run for it through a police barracks swarming with armed troopers? Bobby ducked left, stuck out his foot, and watched the overweight executive slam to the floor. The man landed with an impressive crash and a few troopers paused long enough to clap their hands at the free show.

"I'm going to fucking sue!" the drunken exec screamed. "I'm going to sue you, your commanding officer, and the whole fucking state of Massachusetts. I'll own this joint. You hear me? I'll fucking own your ass!"

Bobby jerked the big guy to his feet. Ad Exec screamed a fresh round of obscenities, possibly because of the way Bobby was pinching the man's thumb. Bobby shoved the man into the holding cell and slammed the door.

"If you're gonna puke, please use the toilet," Bobby informed him, because by now the man had turned a little green. Ad Exec flipped him off. Then he doubled over and vomited on the floor.

Bobby shook his head. "Rich prick," he muttered.

Some days were like that, particularly in November.

Now it was shortly after ten p.m. Ad Exec had been bailed out by his overpriced lawyer, the holding cell was washed down, and Bobby's shift, which had started at seven a.m., was finally done. He should go home. Give Susan a buzz. Catch some sleep before his alarm went off at five and the whole joyous process started once more.

Instead, he was jittery in a way that surprised him. Too much adrenaline buzzing in his veins, when he was a man best known for being cool, calm, and collected.

Bobby didn't go home. Instead, he traded in his blues for jeans and a flannel shirt, then headed for the local bar.

At the Boston Beer Garden, fourteen other guys were sitting around the rectangular-shaped bar, smoking cigarettes and nursing draft beer while zoning out in front of plasma-screen TVs. Bobby nodded to a few familiar faces, waved his hand at the bartender, Carl, then took an empty seat a bit down from the rest. Carrie brought him his usual order of nachos. Carl hand-delivered his Coke.

"Long day, Bobby?"

"Same old, same old."

"Susan coming in?"

"Practice night."

"Aye, the concert. Two weeks, right?" Carl shook his head. "Beautiful and talented. I'll tell you again, Bobby--she's a keeper."

"Don't let Martha hear you," Bobby told him. "After watching your wife haul a keg, I don't want to think of what she could do with a rolling pin."

"My Martha's also a keeper," Carl assured him. "Mostly 'cause I fear for my life."

Carl left Bobby alone with his Coke and nachos. Overhead, a live news bulletin was reporting on some kind of situation in Revere. A heavily armed suspect had barricaded himself in his home after taking potshots at his neighbors. Now, Boston PD had deployed their SWAT team, and "nobody was taking any chances."

Yeah, November was a funny kind of month. Wired people up, left them with no defenses against the oncoming gloom of winter. Left even guys like Bobby doing all they could do just to hold course.

He finished his nachos. He drank his Coke. He settled his bill, and just as he convinced himself it really was a good idea to go home, the beeper suddenly activated on his belt. He read the screen one moment and was bolting out the door the next.

It had been that kind of day. Now it would be that kind of night.

Catherine Rose Gagnon didn't like November much either, though for her, the real problem had started in October. October 22, 1980, to be exact. The air had been warm, the sun a hot kiss on her face as she walked home from school. She'd been carrying her books in her arms and wearing her favorite back-to-school outfit: knee-high brown socks, a dark brown corduroy skirt, and a long-sleeved gold top.

A car came up behind her. At first, she didn't notice, but dimly she became aware of the blue Chevy slowing to a crawl beside her. A guy's voice. Hey, honey. Can you help me for a sec? I'm looking for a lost dog.

Later, there was pain and blood and muffled cries of protest. Her tears streaking down her cheeks. Her teeth biting her lower lip.

Then there was darkness and her tiny, hollow cry, "Is anyone out there?"

And then, for the longest time, there was nothing.

They told her it lasted twenty-eight days. Catherine had no way of knowing. There was no time in the dark, just a loneliness that went on without end. There was cold and there was silence, and there were the times when he returned. But at least that was something. It was the sheer nothingness, endless streams of nothingness, that could drive a person insane.

Hunters found her. November 18. They noticed the plywood cover, poked it with their rifles, and were startled to hear her faint cry. They rescued her triumphantly, uncovering her four-by-six earthen prison and releasing her into the crisp fall air. Later she saw newspaper photos. Her dark blue eyes enormous, her head skull-like, her body thin and curled up on itself, like a small brown bat that had been yanked harshly into the sun.

The papers dubbed Catherine the Thanksgiving Miracle. Her parents took her home. Neighbors and family paraded through the front door with exclamations of "Oh, thank heavens!" and "Just in time for the holidays" and "Oh, can you really believe . . . ?"

Catherine sat and let people talk around her. She slipped food from the overflowing trays and stored it in her pockets. Her head was down, her shoulders hunched around her ears. She was still the little bat and for reasons she couldn't explain, she was overwhelmed by the light.
More police came. She told them of the man, of the car. They showed her pictures. She pointed at one. Later, days, weeks--did it really matter?--she came to the police station, stared at a lineup, and solemnly pointed her finger once again.

Richard Umbrio went on trial six months later. And three weeks into that, Catherine took the stand with her plain blue dress and polished Mary Janes. She pointed her finger one last time. Richard Umbrio went away for life.

And Catherine Rose returned home with her family.

She didn't eat much. She liked to take the food and slip it in her pocket, or simply hold it in the palm of her hand. She didn't sleep much. She lay in the dark, her blind bat eyes seeking something she couldn't name. Often, she held quite still to see if she could breathe without making a sound.

Sometimes her mother stood in the doorway, her pale white hands fluttering anxiously at her collarbone. Eventually, Catherine would hear her father down the hall. Come to bed, Louise. She'll call if she needs you.

But Catherine never called.

Years passed. Catherine grew up, straightening her shoulders, growing out her hair, and discovering that she possessed the kind of dark, potent beauty that stopped men in their tracks. She was all pale white skin, glossy black hair, and oversized navy eyes. Men wanted her desperately. So she used them indiscriminately. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't their fault. She simply never felt a thing.

Her mother died. 1994. Cancer. Catherine stood at the funeral and tried to cry. Her body had no moisture, and her sobs sounded papery and insincere.

She went home to her barren apartment and tried not to think of it again, though sometimes, out of the blue, she would picture her mother standing in the doorway of her room. "Come to bed, Louise. She'll call if she needs you."

"Hey, honey . . . I'm looking for a lost dog. . . ."

November 1998. The Thanksgiving Miracle curled up naked in her white ceramic tub, her thin, bony body trembling from the cold as she clutched a single razor in her fist. Something bad was going to happen. A darkness beyond darkness. A buried box from which there would be no coming back.

"Come to bed, Louise. She'll call if she needs you."

"Hey, honey . . . I'm looking for a lost dog?"

The blade, so slender and light in her hands. The feel of its edge, kissing her wrist. The abstract sensation of warm, red blood, lining her skin.

The phone rang. Catherine roused herself from her lethargy long enough to answer it. And that single call saved her life. The Thanksgiving Miracle rose again.

She thought about it now. As the TV blared in the background: An armed suspect has barricaded himself in his home after taking numerous shots at his neighbors. Boston SWAT officials consider the situation highly volatile and extremely dangerous.

As her son sobbed in her arms. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy."

And as her husband bellowed from below: "I know what you're doing, Cat! How stupid do you think I am? Well, it's not going to work. There's no way in hell you're going to get away with it! Not this time!"

Jimmy stormed up the stairs, heading for their bedroom.

The phone had saved Catherine before. Now she prayed it would save her once again. "Hello, hello, nine-one-one? Can you hear me? It's my husband. I think he's got a gun."

Chapter 2

Bobby had been a member of the Massachusetts State Police Special Tactics and Operations (STOP) Team for the past six years. Called out at least three times a month--and generally every damn holiday--he thought very little could surprise him anymore. Tonight, he was wrong.

Roaring through the streets of Boston, he squealed his tires taking a hard right up Park Street, heading for the golden-domed State House, then threw his cruiser left onto Beacon, flying past the Common and the Public Garden. At the last minute, he almost blew it--tried to head up Arlington straight for Marlborough, then realized that Marlborough was one way the wrong way. Like any good Masshole driver, he slammed on his brakes, cranked the wheel hard, and laid on his horn as he sliced across three lanes of traffic to stay on Beacon. Now his life was tougher, trying to pick up the right cross street to head up to Marlborough. In the end, he simply drove toward the white glow of floodlights and the flashing red lights of the Advanced Life Support ambulance.

Arriving at the corner of Marlborough and Gloucester, Bobby processed many details at once. Blue sawhorses and Boston PD cruisers already isolated one tiny block in the heart of Back Bay. Yellow crime-scene tape festooned several brownstone houses, and uniformed officers were taking up position on the corners. The ALS ambulance was now on-scene; so were several vans from the local media.

Things were definitely starting to rock and roll.

Bobby double-parked his Crown Vic just outside a blue sawhorse, jumped out the door, and jogged around to his trunk. Inside, he had everything a well-trained police sniper might need for a party. Rifle, scope, ammo, black BDUs, urban camo BDUs, ghillie hood, body armor, changes of clothing, snacks, water, a bean bag, night-vision goggles, binoculars, range finder, face paint, Swiss Army knife, and flashlight. Local police probably kept spare tires in their trunks; a state trooper could live out of his cruiser for a month.

Bobby hefted up his rucksack and immediately started assessing the situation.

In contrast to other SWAT teams, Bobby's tactical team never arrived en masse. Instead, his unit consisted of thirty-two guys located all over the state of Massachusetts, from the fingertip of Cape Cod to the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains. Headquarters was Adams, Mass., in the western half of the state, where Bobby's lieutenant had taken the call from Framingham Communications and made the decision to deploy.

In this case, a domestic barricade with hostages, all thirty-two guys had been activated and all thirty-two would arrive. Some would take three to four hours to get here. Others, like Bobby, made it in less than fifteen minutes. Either way, Bobby's LT prided himself on being able to get at least five officers anywhere in the state in under an hour.

Looking around now, Bobby figured he was one of those first five officers. Which meant he needed to hustle.

Most SWAT units were comprised of three teams: an entry team, a perimeter team, and snipers. The perimeter team had the primary job of securing and controlling the inner perimeter. Then came the snipers, who took up position outside the inner perimeter and served as reconnaissance--appraising the situation through their scope or binoculars, and radioing in details on the building as well as all people and movement inside. Finally, the entry team would prepare for last-resort action--if the hostage negotiator couldn't convince the suspects to come out, the entry team would storm in. Entries were messy; you prayed it didn't come to that, but sometimes it did.

Bobby's STOP team brought all those bells and whistles to the table, but they didn't specialize. Instead, given that they arrived piecemeal, they were cross-trained on all positions so they could get up and running the second boots hit the ground. In other words, while Bobby was one of the team's eight designated snipers, he wasn't looking at taking up sniping position just yet.

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hannahprescott More than 1 year ago
This has it all, suspense, revenge, incest, deceit, abuse, lust, murder, and healing. Bobby Dodge of the Boston PD SWAT Team is called to take care of a domestic disturbance. Catherine Gagnon had called 911 claiming her husband, Jimmy, was holding her and her son Nathan hostage at gun point. Neighbors also called 911 hearing gunshots. Taking a position across the street Bobby spied Jimmy pacing the floor in the bedroom with a gun in his hand. A woman with a child in her arms came into view. Bobby saw Jimmy pointing the gun at her and fearing they were in imminent danger Bobby fired, killing Jimmy Gagnon. The next day Bobby learns he is being sued by Jimmy's influential father, Judge James Gagnon Sr. The Judge claims his son was trying to protect young Nathan from Catherine who was a child abuser. Twenty-five years before, Catherine Gagnon was kidnapped by a pedophile and buried alive underground for a month. She was rescued and became known as the "Thanksgiving Miracle" in the media. The nightmare changed her forever. She is sexual, but not emotionally connected. The pedophile that kidnapped Catherine is paroled and people who are supportive of Catherine start dying. Catherine wants Bobby to help her, but he is not so sure that she is not guilty of setting the stage for her husband's death. GREAT PLOT! GREAT WRITING! THOROUHLY ENJOYED!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book wasn't my favorite book but the story line was different. The first book I read by Lisa Gardner was The Perfect Husband. I thought that book was great so I'm kind of disappointed this one wasn't as good. I will be reading more of her books though. I did think it was kind of cool that I was never quite positive who ALL the bad guys were.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Boston, Massachusetts State Police Special Tactics and Operations Team (STOP) Trooper Bobby Dodge, a sniper, arrives at a domestic dispute in which Jimmy Gagnon holds a gun on his wife Catherine and their young son. Bobby joins the local enforcement team. He observes the scenario from a distance, but when he believes that Jimmy was about to pull the trigger, Bobby fires and kills the man.--- Jimmy¿s father Judge James Gagnon insists that Bobby used unnecessary force as he avows that Cat was the dangerous member of the family. James files a criminal complaint against Bobby. Needing to clear his name, Bobby knows Cat is the only one who can truly help him; however, he has doubts about her integrity especially when she seems so good at manipulating people. As the trooper struggles to prove he did the right thing against a powerful avenging father, others associated with this deadly domestic case are killed. Bobby wonders if he is on the hit list while also unable to see the motive.--- Bobby is a superb protagonist wondering how his world could collapse when he was only doing his job. His investigation is a delight and the comparison of perspectives between James senior and Cat will fascinate the audience. Especially enthralling is Cat, whose childhood traumas run deep inside her soul. Lisa Gardner provides a strong psychological suspense police procedural that grips readers from the domestic dispute beginning until the mesmerizing surprising climax.--- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Right now, this is my favorite author. her works are well-written, not mass produced, which many who become popular like her end up doing, and I find her writing to be both exciting in the Larssen kind of way and sexy and raw in the Van Rae or other indie-athor type sense. Nicely done.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you're a reader who likes to read a chapter or two, put the book aside and come back to it later, you might want to avoid Alone. In fact, you might want to avoid the second novel in this series, Hide. Lisa Gardner offers some realistically flawed characters, and it's almost impossible to stop reading until you reach the end. At that point, I had to read Hide. What makes these plots especially fascinating for me is that they really have to create new knowledge to solve the crimes they work on, and to do that they have to look beyond the immediate issues to previous experience, even when doing so may jeopardize their careers. I'll be working my way through this series. Some people might think that a series about a female detective wouldn't appeal to a guy, but the serious would be more appropriately called the Boston Police Department Series.
Fan4SFGiants More than 1 year ago
Alone is one of Lisa Gardner's best(And Better)novels:Her Bobby Dodge and D.D. Warren novels are definitely worth reading,don't go for her Kimebrly Quincy books,they're not as thrilling.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As per usual Lisa Gardner is a great writer. Yet, I dont want to read another story like this. The characters were deep and the plot was great. The book, however, left me feeling merose. Suprising as Lisa is amongst my favorite authors. I feel the book was just to dark and demented for my taste.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lisa Gardner tells a nasty little tale about a lot of very sick people. The story moves along quickly, but it had few characters I could like. An imbalanced woman with a history of horrific childhood abuse, her brutish abuser who is now out of prison, a judge who is determined to use his power to destroy at least two lives. I got to the point where I honestly did not want to pick up the book to continue reading the constant (and gratuitous) flashbacks describing details of a little girl's torment. It just isn't my idea of entertainment.
BLUEEYEBE More than 1 year ago
Twenty-five years ago Catherine Gagnon was kidnapped by a pedophile and buried underground for a month. She was rescued and became known as the "Thanksgiving Miracle". Bobby Dodge of the Boston PD SWAT Team is called to a domestic disturbance. Catherine Gagnon had called 911 stating her husband Jimmy was holding her and her son Nathan hostage at gun point. Taking a position across the street Bobby watched through the window Jimmy pacing the floor with a gun in his hand. He observed a woman with a child in her arms then saw Jimmy pointing the gun at her. Bobby fired his gun, killing Jimmy Gagnon. Bobby learns he is going to sued by Jimmy's influential father Judge James Gagnon Sr. The Judge claims his son was trying to protect young Nathan from Catherine who was a child abuser. There are lots of unexpected plot twists and a scandalous secret. Lisa is very adept at creating unusual, exciting characters and knows how to twist the plot to your satisfaction. I recommend!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Twist at the end made me want more and more. My mind began racing of scenarios and sequels that could lead from this book. It probably is my favorite one of hers thus far. Lisa Gardner is a superb writer.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story had a very compelling and unbelievably intense plot. I could not put this book down because I had to know what was going on and not knowing was driving me crazy. Catherine's story was so sad and brutally written. When she was a young girl she was horrifically abused. Though this was an intriguing book there were parts to the story that I didn¿t like. For instance, Catherine was cold. She was extremely manipulative and a very disturbing character. The whole reason behind all the sinister activity was a little far fetched for me. All in all this was an ok book though not something I would buy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the book......highly recommend, I am a huge fan of James Patterson and Patricia Cornwell, this is the first time I've read her........ will have to check out some of her other works....
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a fast paced thriller with a lot of twists and turns. You'll have to read every page and still not be sure. Make sure you pick this book up when you have time to read it cover to cover. Enjoy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic the characters. Lisa Gardner knows how to terrify. As someone suffering with claustrophobia, Lisa seems to keep me in her grip. I simply cannot put her books down. Highly recommend!
bewhoyouareandbethatwell More than 1 year ago
A really interesting premise completely undermined by people doing dumb things. After the hero finds out he is in huge legal trouble, he meets with all kinds of enemies, compromises himself right and left, and only gets a lawyer as an afterthought. It is also very hard to believe that cops would not circle around one of their own who killed a hostage taker in the line of duty.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Trash. Utter trash. I've read Gardner before and loved her style and content, but this one is over the top with descriptions of sex scenes--TOO GRAPHIC; TOO MUCH. On the upside, I was able to skip about one hundred pages and get to the story, which is a good (enough) one. I am not against sex scenes; I am against these. Give me a break.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I ordered this book because I love this author. I loved The Perfect Husband, The Other Daughter, ect, so I naturally was eager to read this title as well. I was so disappointed that I skipped whole sections just to get to the end quicker. I felt a little jilted because this was advertised as a Romance Myster/Thriller, but I did not find ANY romance in it. It was a heavy read and I felt that even some romance would have made it an easier/lighter read. I still love this author and will continue to read her books. This was very well written, the story was just not what I expected or was hoping for.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was very disappointed in this book. I've loved most of her books with the exception of 'The Other Daughter'. I really hope her next book isn't written like a tv movie. Her books are very gripping, intelligent and don't leave you shaking your head as in 'what?'. For the exception of this one. I gave it 2 stars because it kept me interested but that was it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Alone captured and held my interest from the first page¿ I couldn¿t put it down. The characters are complex enough to engender sympathy for their plights while making the reader wonder if they could be hiding some evil purpose. All is revealed in the end, but there is no simple resolution. Until the last 6 chapters, readers aren¿t able to foresee the who or why of the climax. Ms. Gardner seamlessly ties Catherine¿s childhood rapist into the story by presenting a believable release from prison. One that does not insinuate that the prison release is a coincidence, but that it is part of a sinister plot. The same cannot be said for the situation between Catherine and Bobby. It is a huge stretch to believe that the police sniper, Bobby, who casually meets Catherine at a fundraiser and explains how SWAT team call-outs work, actually becomes the sniper who kills Catherine¿s husband. There is just no way to see this as a coincidence or even as some sinister plan by Bobby and/or Catherine. All in all a well-written suspenseful story. I look forward to reading more books by Lisa Gardner.
DarlenesBookNook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a new author for me, and it is also a book that is first of the Detective D.D. Warren series, although I have no idea why it is called that because D.D. Warren plays a very minor role in the book.From the author¿s website: ¿In a split second of time, police sniper Bobby Dodge takes the fateful shot, killing a husband who appears on the verge of murdering his wife. In the cold light of day, however, it becomes clear there was more to the scene than meets the eye. As Detective D.D. Warren investigates her fellow officer¿and uncovers the dirty secrets of a privileged Boston family¿the body count quickly climbs. No one is safe, and no one will see death coming until it has them cornered, helpless and alone.¿I had initially planned to give this one 3.5 stars. For me, the beginning of the book read too much like a police tactical how-to manual¿way too much detail and my attention span was beginning to wane. But the action-packed ending upped my rating to 3.75. There are some disturbing issues in the book, so be forewarned.The narrator, Anna Fields, did a good job.I plan to read more of this series.I actually give this book 3.75 stars and not the 3.5 stars shown, but there is no option!
MarthaHuntley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Scary and suspenseful; hard to put down.
chrissywest on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alone was captivating. I was pulled into the story right from the beginning. I really enjoyed the characters. They were all very individual and smart in there own way. Catherine and D.D (the female cop) were stong woman and Bobby seemed sweet, but seemed to be his own worst ememy, because of his past with his family troubles. I was inpressed how the author really pulled the many sub-plots together. There was the pedophile who kidnapped Catherine decades earlier, the conflict with Catherine and her in-laws over custody of Nathan, the investigation into the shooting, Bobby¿s relationship with Dr. Elizabeth Lane. All these sub-plots were all linked together well. I really enjoyed this book!
julie10reads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A police sniper, a corrupt judge, a pedophile and his now adult victim, her four year old son: these are the players in Lisa Gardner¿s psychological thriller, Alone. By the way, it¿s as much psychological as thriller: a thinking reader¿s mystery. (I see it as a film, shot in black and white, harsh lighting forcing sharp contrasts and sudden, brief close ups.)Ms Gardner is able to maintain brutal suspense even while alternating points of view. The reader gets to know what everyone is thinking: this highly effective maneuvre pulls you into the story. You¿re the omnipresent witness, seeing the plot unfold from all angles. But Ms Gardner doesn¿t let you know how it¿s going to play out until the end.The characters (who weren¿t pathological) were believably human and their mistakes understandable and forgivable.7.5 Recommended to mystery and psychological drama fans.CAVEAT I don¿t enjoy the use of pedophile characters in fiction: in my opinion, it is gratuitous and inappropriate.
asomers on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was told this was the first D.D. Warren mystery in the series. I was disappointed that she didn't figure more prominently. It was still a nail biter. I'll definitely go one to book no. 2