The Killing Hour (FBI Profiler Series #4)

The Killing Hour (FBI Profiler Series #4)

by Lisa Gardner

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Each time he struck, he took two victims. Day after day, he waited for the first body to be discovered--a body containing all the clues the investigators needed to find the second victim, who waited...prey to a slow but certain death. The clock ticked--salvation was possible.

The police were never in time.

Years have passed; but for this killer, time has stood still. As a heat wave of epic proportions descends, the game begins again. Two girls have disappeared...and the clock is ticking.

Rookie FBI agent Kimberly Quincy knows the killer’s deadline can be met. But she’ll have to break some rules to beat an exactingly vicious criminal at a game he’s had time to perfect.

For the Killing Hour has arrived....

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553390520
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/25/2014
Series: FBI Profiler Series , #4
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 74,219
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.30(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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Quantico, Virginia

3:59 p.m.

Temperature: 95 degrees

"God, it's hot. Cacti couldn't take this kind of heat. Desert rock couldn't take this kind of heat. I'm telling you, this is what happened right before dinosaurs disappeared from the Earth."

No response.

"You really think orange is my color?" the driver tried again.

"Really is a strong word."

"Well, not everyone can make a statement in purple plaid."


"Man-oh-man, is this heat killing me!" The driver, New Agent Alissa Sampson, had had enough. She tugged futilely on her 1970s polyester suit, smacked the steering wheel with the palm of her hand, then blew out an exasperated breath. It was ninety-five outside, probably one hundred and ten inside the Bucar. Not great weather for polyester suits. For that matter, it didn't work wonders for bulletproof vests. Alissa's suit bled bright orange stains under her arms. New Agent Kimberly Quincy's own mothball-scented pink-and-purple plaid suit didn't look much better.

Outside the car, the street was quiet. Nothing happening at Billiards; nothing happening at City Pawn; nothing happening at the Pastime Bar-Deli. Minute ticked into minute. Seconds came and went, as slowly as the bead of sweat trickling down Kimberly's cheek. Above her head, still fastened to the roof but ready to go at any minute, was her M-16.

"Here's something they never tell you about the disco age," Alissa muttered beside her. "Polyester doesn't breathe. God, is this thing going to happen or what?"

Alissa was definitely nervous. A forensic accountant before joining the Bureau, she was highly valued for her deep-seated love of all things spreadsheet. Give Alissa a computer and she was in hog heaven. This, however, wasn't a back-room gig. This was front-line duty.

In theory, at any time now, a black vehicle bearing a two-hundred-and-ten-pound heavily armed suspected arms dealer was going to appear. He might or might not be alone in the car. Kimberly, Alissa, and three other agents had orders to halt the vehicle and arrest everyone in sight.

Phil Lehane, a former New York cop and the one with the most street experience, was leading the operation. Tom Squire and Peter Vince were in the first of the two backup vehicles. Alissa and Kimberly were in the second backup. Kimberly and Tom, being above-average marksmen, had cover duty with the rifles. Alissa and Peter were in charge of tactical driving, plus had handguns for cover.

In consummate FBI style, they not only planned and dressed for this arrest, but they had practiced it in advance. During the initial run-through, however, Alissa had tripped when getting out of the car and had landed on her face. Her upper lip was still swollen and there were flecks of blood on the right-hand corner of her mouth.

Her wounds were superficial. Her anxiety, however, now went bone deep.

"This is taking too long," she was muttering now. "I thought he was supposed to appear at the bank at four. It's four-ten. I don't think he's coming."

"People run late."

"They do this just to mess with our minds. Aren't you boiling?"

Kimberly finally looked at her partner. When Alissa was nervous, she babbled. When Kimberly was nervous, she grew clipped and curt. These days, she was clipped and curt most of the time. "The guy will show up when the guy shows up. Now chill out!"

Alissa thinned her lips. For a second, something flared in her bright blue eyes. Anger. Hurt. Embarrassment. It was hard to be sure. Kimberly was another woman in the male-run world of the Bureau, so criticism coming from her was akin to blasphemy. They were supposed to stick together. Girl power, the Ya Ya Sisterhood, and all that crap.

Kimberly went back to gazing at the street. Now she was angry, too. Damn. Double-damn. Shit.

The radio on the dash suddenly crackled to life. Alissa swooped up the receiver without bothering to hide her relief.

Phil Lehane's voice was hushed but steady: "This is Vehicle A. Target now in sight, climbing into his vehicle. Ready, Vehicle B?"


"Ready, Vehicle C?"

Alissa clicked the receiver. "Ready, willing, and able."

"We go on three. One, two, THREE."

The first siren exploded across the hot, sweltering street, and even though Kimberly had been expecting the noise, she still flinched in her seat.

"Easy," Alissa said dryly, then fired the Bucar to life. A blast of hot air promptly burst from the vents into their faces, but now both were too grim to notice. Kimberly reached for her rifle. Alissa's foot hovered above the gas.

The sirens screamed closer. Not yet, not yet . . .

"FBI, stop your vehicle!" Lehane's voice blared over a bullhorn two blocks away as he drove the suspect closer to their side street. Their target had a penchant for armor-plated Mercedes and grenade launchers. In theory, they were going to arrest him while he was out running errands, hopefully catching him off guard and relatively unarmed. In theory.

"Stop your vehicle!" Lehane commanded again. Apparently, however, the target didn't feel like playing nice today. Far from hearing the screech of brakes, Alissa and Kimberly caught the sound of a gunning engine. Alissa's foot lowered farther toward the gas.

"Passing the movie theater," New Agent Lehane barked over the radio. "Suspect heading toward the pharmacy. Ready . . . Go."

Alissa slammed the gas and their dark blue Bucar shot forward into the empty street. A sleek black blur appeared immediately to their left. Alissa hit the brakes, swinging the back end of their car around until they were pointed down the street at a forty-five-degree angle. Simultaneously, another Bucar appeared on their right, blocking that lane.

Kimberly now had a full view of a beautiful silver grille gunning down on them with a proud Mercedes logo. She popped open the passenger's door while simultaneously releasing her seat belt, then hefted her rifle to her shoulder and aimed for the front tire.

Her finger tightened on the trigger.

The suspect finally hit his brakes. A short screech. The smell of burning rubber. Then the car stopped just fifteen feet away.

"FBI, hands on your head! HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"

Lehane pulled in behind the Mercedes, shouting into the bullhorn with commanding fury. He kicked open his door, fit his handgun into the opening made between the window frame and the door and drew a bead on the stopped car. No hands left for the bullhorn now. He let his voice do the work for him.

"Driver, hands on your head! Driver, reach over with your left hand and lower your windows!"

The black sedan didn't move. No doors opening, no black tinted windows rolling down. Not a good sign. Kimberly adjusted her left hand on the stock of the rifle and shrugged off the rest of her seat belt. She kept her feet in the car, as feet could become targets. She kept her head and shoulders inside the vehicle as well. On a good day, all you wanted the felon to see was the long black barrel of your gun. She didn't know if this was a good day yet.

A fresh drop of sweat teared up on Kimberly's brow and made a slow, wet path down the plane of her cheek.

"Driver, put your hands up," Lehane ordered again. "Driver, using your left hand, lower all four windows."

The driver's side window finally glided down. From this angle, Kimberly could just make out the silhouette of the driver's head as fresh daylight surrounded him in a halo. It appeared that his hands were held in the air as ordered. She eased her grip slightly on her rifle.

"Driver, using your left hand, remove the key from the ignition."

Lehane was making the guy use his left hand, simply to work the law of averages. Most people were right-handed, so they wanted to keep that arm in sight at all times. Next, the driver would be instructed to drop the car key out the open window, then open the car door, all with his left hand. Then he would be ordered to step slowly out of the car, keeping both hands up at all times. He would slowly pivot 360 degrees so they could visually inspect his form for weapons. If he were wearing a jacket, he would be asked to hold it open so they could see beneath his coat. Finally, he would be ordered to walk toward them with his hands on his head, turn, drop to his knees, cross his ankles and sit back on his heels. At that time, they would finally move forward and take their suspect into custody.

Unfortunately, the driver didn't seem to know the theories behind a proper felony vehicle stop. He still didn't lower his hands, but neither did he reach for the key in the ignition.

"Quincy?" Lehane's voice crackled over the radio.

"I can see the driver," Kimberly reported back, gazing through the rifle sight. "I can't make out the passenger side, however. Tinted windshield's too dark."


Tom Squire had cover duty from Vehicle B, parked twenty feet to the right of Kimberly. "I think . . . I think there might be someone in the back. Again, hard to tell with the windows."

"Driver, using your left hand, remove the key from the ignition." Lehane repeated his command, his voice louder now, but still controlled. The goal was to remain patient. Make the driver come to you, do not relinquish control.

Was it Kimberly's imagination, or was the vehicle now slowly rocking up and down? Someone was moving around . . .

"Driver, this is the FBI! Remove the key from the ignition!"

"Shit, shit, shit," Alissa murmured beside Kimberly. She was sweating hard, streams of moisture pouring down her face. Leaning half out of the car, she had her Glock .40 positioned in the crack between the roof of their vehicle and the open door. Her right arm was visibly shaking, however. For the first time, Kimberly noticed that Alissa hadn't fully removed her seat belt. Half of it was still tangled around her left arm.


The driver's left hand finally moved. Alissa exhaled forcefully. And in the next instant, everything went to shit.

Kimberly saw it first. "Gun! Backseat, driver side--"

Pop, pop, pop! Red mushroomed across their front windshield. Kimberly ducked and dove out of the vehicle for the shelter of her car door. She came up fast and spread cover fire above the top of her window. More pop, pop, pop.

"Reloading rifle," she yelled into the radio.

"Vince reloading handgun."

"Taking heavy fire from the right, backseat passenger window!"

"Alissa!" Kimberly called out. "Cover us!"

Kimberly turned toward her partner, frantically cramming fresh rounds into the magazine, then realized for the first time that Alissa was no longer to be seen.


She stretched across the front seats. New Agent Alissa Sampson was now on the asphalt, a dark red stain spreading across her cheap orange suit.

"Agent down, agent down," Kimberly cried. Another pop, and the asphalt exploded two inches from Alissa's leg.

"Damn," Alissa moaned. "Oh damn, that hurts!"

"Where are those rifles?" Lehane yelled.

Kimberly shot back up, saw the doors of the Mercedes were now swung open for cover and bright vivid colors were literally exploding in all directions. Oh, things had gone definitely FUBAR now.

"Rifles!" Lehane yelled again.

Kimberly hastily scrambled back to her side, and got her rifle between the crack of the car door. She was frantically trying to recall protocol. Apprehension was still the goal. But they were under heavy fire, possible loss of agent life. Fuck it. She started firing at anything that moved near the Mercedes.

Another pop, her car door exploded purple and she reflexively yelped and ducked. Another pop and the pavement mushroomed yellow one inch from her exposed feet. Shit!

Kimberly darted up, opened fire, then dropped back behind the door.

"Quincy, rifle reloading," she yelled into the radio, her hands shaking so badly now with adrenaline that she fumbled the release and had to do it twice. Come on, Kimberly. Breathe!

They needed to regain control of the situation. She couldn't get the damn rounds into the magazine. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Hold it together. A movement caught the corner of her eye. The car. The black sedan, doors still open, was now rolling forward.

She grabbed her radio, dropped it, grabbed it again, and yelled, "Get the wheels, get the wheels."

Squire and Lehane either heard her or got it on their own, because the next round of gunfire splattered the pavement and the sedan came to an awkward halt just one foot from Kimberly's car. She looked up. Caught the startled gaze of the man in the driver's seat. He bolted from the vehicle. She leapt out from behind her car door after him.

And a moment later, pain, brilliant and hot pink, exploded across her lower spine.

New Agent Kimberly Quincy went down. She did not get up again.

"Well, that was an exercise in stupidity," FBI supervisor Mark Watson exclaimed fifteen minutes later. The vehicle-stop drill was over. The five new agents had returned, paint-splattered, overheated, and technically half-dead to the gathering site on Hogan's Alley. They now had the honor of being thoroughly dressed down in front of their thirty-eight fellow classmates. "First mistake, anyone?"

"Alissa didn't get her seat belt off."

"Yeah. She unfastened the clasp, but didn't pull it back. Then when it came time for action . . ."

Alissa hung her head. "I got a little tangled, went to undo it--"

"Popped up and got shot in the shoulder. That's why we practice. Problem number two?"

"Kimberly didn't back up her partner."

Watson's eyes lit up. A former Denver cop before joining the Bureau ten years ago, this was one of his favorite topics. "Yes, Kimberly and her partner. Let's discuss that. Kimberly, why didn't you notice that Alissa hadn't undone her seat belt?"

"I did!" Kimberly protested. "But then the car, and the guns . . . It all happened so fast."

"Yes, it all happened so fast. Epitaph of the dead and untrained. Look--being aware of the suspect is good. Being conscious of your role is good. But you also have to be aware of what's right beside you. Your partner overlooked something. That's her mistake. But you didn't catch it for her, and that was your mistake. Then she got hit, now you're down a man, and that mistake is getting bigger all the time. Plus, what were you doing just leaving her there on the pavement?"

"Lehane was yelling for rifle support--"

"You left a fellow agent exposed! If she wasn't already dead, she certainly was after that! You couldn't drag her back into the car?"

Kimberly opened her mouth. Shut her mouth. Wished bitterly, selfishly, that Alissa could've taken care of herself for a change, then gave up the argument once and for all.

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The Killing Hour (FBI Profiler Series #4) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 315 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed and will read more of hers
harstan More than 1 year ago
Between the years of 1998-2000, eight college kids in Georgia were kidnapped in pairs and the first of the duo was killed immediately. The first victim had clues on their person that if properly interpreted in time would lead the authorities to the other victim who might still be alive. Of the eight victims of the UNSUB, only one was found alive and that was because special agent Michael ¿Mac¿ McCormack was able to put the pieces of the puzzle together in time.

For three years, the UNSUB goes dormant but when FBI agent-in-training Kimberly Whey finds a dead body on the grounds of Quanta¿s, it quickly becomes obvious that the UNSUB has become active again. Even though he is out of his jurisdiction, Mac travels to Virginia with every intention of tracking down the UNSUB and capturing him if possible. He has unexpected allies in Kimberely, her father, a famous FBI profiler, and the UNSUB¿S only victim that is still alive.

THE KILLING HOUR is all about time and the race to find the victims before they die. Thanks to dogged investigation into areas that are dangerous to one¿s health, two victims are left standing after the UNSUB is revealed. Mac and Kimberly make a good investigative team whose strengths, when combined, make them an unbeatable force out in the field. They also are able to lean on one another in times of stress and it is fascinating to watch their relationship evolve throughout the story and behind closed doors. Lisa Gardner is becoming a major player in the suspense thriller genre.

Harriet Klausner

Anonymous More than 1 year ago
loved this ereader lisa gardner really keeps my interest.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought this was one of her best books so far. It kept me reading until the very end. Very good, I highly recommend this.
zandxmommy28546 More than 1 year ago
This book by far is awesome on my opinion. I had to put it down at certain areas when the ME's office found something that caused me to jump. I laughed and clapped when one of that agent's told everyone else off who was doubting him. Even though I am still reading it. So far it is a must read and I can not wait to get back to it. I keep wondering what is going to happen next. And those are the kind of books I love to read. By far this is one of my favorite books that this author has written.
Abeauti More than 1 year ago
So, I started reading this book and only stopped because I had to go to work the next day. I may have been afraid to go to sleep because this is a dark and frightening book; a must read with the lights on.
baileysabuela More than 1 year ago
After reading the previous three books, I was disappointed in this one. I have been reading it for weeks and about to just delete the book. It has been a very hard read for me. I look forward to trying more books from this author and hope they are as interesting, can't put it down as other books lisa gardner has written.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my third Lisa Gardner book. Now I see a pattern in her books and its fun to try and figure out which character is the killer. Even when you think you figured it out, she throws for a loop. Can not wait to read more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has plenty of twist and turns.
Izzy07JM More than 1 year ago
Good characters, great suspense and an ending you'll never guess. Edge of your seat reading. I couldn't put it down.
MWOlf More than 1 year ago
I just started reading Lisa Gardner books and I have to say I love them. This series has me on the edge of my seat the whole way through! Can't wait to read the next one! MWolf
kangroo More than 1 year ago
i thought after the survivors club books couldnt get any better. i stand corrected
caroren on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago

Not one of her best, but it still holds your attention as the tension builds.

nevusmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good book. I read it one afternoon when I wasn't feeling well and wanted to curl up and just read. I didn't put it down.Mostly suspense, with just a bit of romance. Other reviewers have given a thorough synopsis, so I won't. I enjoyed it!
cameling on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's been a while since I've read a suspenseful thriller that had me at the edge of my seat for the entire story.On one of the hottest summer's day in Georgia, 2 women go to a bar and are never heard from again. One of them is found by the side of the road, dead. A few months later, the 2nd woman is found dead in a different area. The following year, on an extremely hot day, another 2 girls go to a bar and are never heard of again. One is found dead, by the side of the road. Her friend is found a few months later in an unrelated area.The same thing happens twice more and then suddenly ... nothing. The Eco-killer, as the serial killer has come to be known, has gone to ground. Or has he?Has he surfaced again, 5 years later, when another female body is found. Were there and are there, subtle clues on the bodies that are blatantly left to be found easily that could lead to the discovery of the other missing woman before she's dead? Why is Special Agent McCormack receiving calls from someone claiming to know who the killer is, and warning him of future kills? A new FBI recruit, with her own traumatic past, teams up with McCormack to find the 2nd girl before dies. Add to this team, a profiler, the FBI, the NCIS, geologists, dendrologist, linguist ... and you have a race against time, with seemingly obscure clues, snakes, vicious bugs, and the killing heat.There are surprises at every corner, just when you think you've cracked the case, identified the serial killer, or identified one of the girls, a sharp twist flips you upside down and leaves you reevaluating what you thought you knew.A fantastic suspenseful thriller.
bookladychris on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What an exciting story and what exciting characters!!! Lisa grabs your attention immediately with the body of college girls found completely clothed and with their purses in the prologue. The book begins with training camp for future FBI agents centering on a young woman named Kimberly who was the daughter of a former agent. While running during training, Kimberly comes across the body of a young woman. This begins Kimberly's quest to help solve these murders which prove to be from a serial killer. With the help of an agent from Atlanta and her father and his partner, they begin the quest to find three more missing women with clues left purposely by the killer.
SandyLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Hot summers are deadly as victims discover. A killer takes two victims, leaving the first with clues on how to find the second. Special Agent Mac McCormack has been tracking the killer for a number of years. Kimberly Quincy is a rookie FBI agent living in the shadows of her famous father, FBI profiler Pierce Quincy. When Kimberly stumbles over a victim left on the property of Quantico, she is compelled to help find the killer. Herself a survivor of an attack that left her sister and mother dead, Kimberly feels a need to prove she can save someone. This is not the normal nail biting, grisley murders I am used to reading from Lisa Gardner. It seems more of a romantic suspense but the action is tense and page-turning, especially since this time the killer took four victims. This book is from 2003.
dbree007 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
So far so good, sounds like a budding Clarice Starling only tougher. Good detail about FBI
emigre on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A solid thriller by Gardner with her signature grusome crimes and detailed character development. The romance between the two protagonists was unexpected and nice.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written but I'll conceived. The plot is outlandish and totally unbelievable. The characters are jokes. Kimberly, in particular, would never have been admitted to the academy., because, despite what Hollywood tells us, law enforcement agencies aren't seeking out troubled and unstable young people to "reclaim," and they have very sophisticated tests and background checks to make sure raging nutcases like Kimberly don't get in. Yes, no matter who daddy was. And if one kid flipped after they got there and flagrantly disobeyed orders like she did, she would certainly have been kicked out on her butt. And an outside consultant like Rainie, flapping her loud mouth like she actually had credentials., would be off the premises. Nor would they call in a freaking outside profiler! This is the FBI, with plenty of practicing profilers of there own. So much ignorance here.
Sue5 More than 1 year ago
couldn't put it down. Hold onto your seat for a good book on crime.
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AMAZING! I loved how intricate everything was. By far one of my favorites by Lisa (and I have read almost all of hers).
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