“Intriguing…fans of paranormal suspense will be rewarded.” Publishers Weekly
Forensic sculptor Eve Duncan is once again thrown into a deadly game of intrigue when she receives a cryptic package containing a skull and a two-sided mirror. Eve is determined to reconstruct the skull and uncover the mystery of the person’s identity, and when she does, the face of a beautiful woman begins to emerge. But who is she?
As Eve gets closer and closer to finding the answer, she becomes swept up in a lethal chase that spans continents and threatens to destroy the family that she has worked so hard to bring together. Eve and her team must work quickly to discover who is behind the murderand maybe even prevent more loss of life. But how do you fight a killer who is willing to destroy anyone as a means to an end?
From Iris Johansen, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Silencing Eve comes Shattered Mirror, a new explosive thriller featuring forensic sculptor Eve Duncan.
The Eve Duncan novels are:
“Enough to keep readers hooked all night long.”San Francisco Book Review
“Enthralling…and completely satisfying.”Kirkus Reviews
About the Author
IRIS JOHANSEN is The New York Times bestselling author of Night and Day, Hide Away, Shadow Play, Your Next Breath, The Perfect Witness, Live to See Tomorrow, Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Sleep No More, What Doesn’t Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora’s Daughter, and more. And with her son Roy Johansen, she has coauthored Night Watch, Sight Unseen, Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.
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The lights in the lake cottage sent out a cozy glow that lit the banks of the lake and made that house of death appear welcoming. Everything about the place and property spoke of beauty and a deceptive invitation that made one think that all was well with this world.
Because she was there, Rory Norwalk thought, as he moved a few steps closer, his gaze on the cottage. She was the heart of the house, the one who destroyed the balance, who had ruined everything when she could have saved. She claimed that she was a mender, a fixer, but Norwalk knew that was all lies.
He was the one who would fix what was broken. Eve Duncan only interfered and made a mockery of what was true and right. But that was going to stop; he couldn't permit it any longer.
He stepped back in the shadow of the trees as a Jeep drove up into the driveway.
It was the father and the son. It was the little boy who had laughed. He laughed a lot; careless, joyous laughter that was as deceptive as this house. How could he be joyous when he lived with that woman who was so evil? Because he was evil, too? Norwalk had suspected it and was almost certain that the boy, Michael, would have to be fixed.
"Stay here," Joe Quinn told his son as he got out of the car and started up the porch steps. "I'll do it, but you'll owe me, Michael. She told you not to do it again."
"He wouldn't listen," Michael protested. "I tried, Dad. Just explain so that she won't get upset. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay. But I'll call you in after I break it to her." He'd reached the porch, and he looked back down at the little boy in the car. "You sit there and think about what you're going to say to your mother. And you start off with telling her that you're not going to do it again."
"But I may have to do it again," the little boy said quietly. "I can't lie to her."
Joe Quinn sighed. "No, you can't. We'll think of something." He disappeared into the house.
Leaving the little boy alone in the car.
The boy was not often left alone, Norwalk knew. He was only six, and his mother was very careful since they lived on the lake. And Joe Quinn was a police detective, and he was wary of everything and everyone.
Was this moment of abandonment meant to be a sign to Norwalk? It was not why he was here, though he'd mentally already accepted that down the road it must be done. He was very quick, and children were so gullible. It would only take a few moments. He instinctively moved faster through the trees, his gaze on the boy in the Jeep.
But the boy was no longer in the Jeep.
He'd gotten out of the vehicle and was standing on the last porch step. He was dressed in jeans and a navy-blue sweatshirt and his legs were slightly parted. The light from the porch light was burnishing his red-brown hair as if it were a copper helmet.
Helmet? Why had that word occurred to him, Norwalk wondered. It was because the boy's bearing looked almost military, he realized. He looked like a soldier guarding a fortress. Ridiculous.
As ridiculous as the idea that the boy was looking directly to where Norwalk was standing under the trees and could see him. It was pitch-dark, there was no way he could be seen.
But that little boy knew he was there.
And he was not afraid.
Norwalk instinctively faded farther back in the trees.
Oh, he had been right to judge that Michael Quinn would also have to be taken out before that cozy house would be cleansed of all that was broken.
But not right now.
Just a little longer, Sean. I'm just as eager as you, but we have to keep to the plan, don't we?
And all good things came to he who was willing to wait.
* * *
"Lord, you smell good." Joe slid his hands around Eve's waist from behind. "Fried onions and bacon. Is there any scent more appetizing?"
"It depends if you're hungry." She turned around and went into his arms. "Not exactly an alluring perfume if the aim is seduction."
"Is that the aim? If it is, you must have gotten the reconstruction off today."
She nodded. "This afternoon." She chuckled. "But since when did work stop us?" She leaned back, and her gaze narrowed on his face. "And since when did you decide to pussyfoot around instead of coming out with what you're thinking?"
He sighed. "I was trying for mellow and soothing. I promised Michael I'd do my best."
She went still. "Do your best to do what?"
"Break it to you gently."
"He has a few bruises and a swollen lip."
"What?" She pushed him away. "Who?"
She swore beneath her breath. "Same reason?"
He nodded. "He did what you told him to do. The kid wouldn't listen. Boys aren't usually receptive to persuasion or reason at that age."
"He's a bully."
"And a head taller than Michael. I saw this Gary Walden when I picked Michael up from soccer practice tonight."
"That's the third time that he's come home with bruises. The soccer coach should have stepped in and stopped it."
"Probably didn't know about it. Michael wouldn't complain. You know that."
Yes, she knew very well that Michael would keep his silence. Her son would quietly take whatever came his way and try to work his way through to a solution. That had been the way he handled problems from the time he was a toddler. Only this time the punishment he was taking was because of her, dammit. "Maybe I should talk to this Gary's mother."
"Which might make it worse for Michael."
And that was why she had been avoiding doing that. "Kids can be savages."
"Absolutely," Joe said. "And TV and pop culture have led them to think that to latch onto something out of the ordinary and make fun of it is the way to go. But Michael will get bigger and stronger." His lips tightened. "I've signed him up for a karate class. And a few more lessons in karate from me will even out the odds in the meantime. The problem will go away."
Her lips twisted. "And this Gary will no longer tell Michael his mother is some kind of a ghoul who collects skulls for a hobby?" "Not where Michael can hear him." He smiled. "Come on, you're the foremost forensic sculptor in the world. What difference does it make what that kid says?"
"It matters if it hurts Michael."
"It doesn't hurt Michael," Joe said. "You know that, Eve. He's only worried that it will upset you." His hand reached out and touched her cheek. "That's why he wanted me to break those damn bruises to you. He only wants to make certain that nothing ever hurts you." He leaned forward, kissed her gently, and drew her close. "That's what we all want. You know how smart Michael is. So give him a little time to work this out for himself."
"He's only six, Joe." Her words were muffled against his chest.
"Going on thirty. You've always known he's not like other kids."
Yes, she'd known from the time Michael had been conceived that he was wonderful and special and he had never disappointed her. He was superintelligent and had the sweetest nature on the planet. But that didn't mean it wasn't her job to keep on protecting him. She had lost her daughter, Bonnie, who was only seven when she had died after being taken. It had nearly broken her heart. Michael was almost that age now, and whenever she thought about it, the fear returned. Block it. It wasn't fair to Michael to live anything but a full and joyous life. "Yeah, I know. But maybe I'm not quite as grown up. I need a little bolstering on occasion." She pushed him away. "Okay, I suppose you left him outside until you paved the way for him?"
Joe nodded. "In the Jeep. I told him I'd give him a call when you were ready for him."
"I'm always ready for him." She headed for the front door. "Watch the potatoes for me, Joe?"
"Sure." He turned back to the stove. "Tell him, I did my best."
"He knows that you would." She smiled back at him. "And you'd better be quick about getting him very good at that karate. I don't know how many of these sessions I can take."
"An eternity," he said softly. "I know you, Eve."
He was right, she thought. There were no limits for her where Michael was concerned.
She went out on the porch. "Okay, Michael. Come out and face the music. Your father has given me the lowdown and he tried to —" She stopped. Michael was not in the Jeep, and there was something about the way he was standing on that bottom step that was ... odd. "Michael?"
He turned and gave her a radiant smile that lit his entire face. "I'm coming, Mama." He turned and ran up the stairs. "I was just looking out at the lake. It's pretty tonight, isn't it?" He hugged her. "I'm hungry. Can we eat before you yell at me about Gary?"
She held him close for an instant. "That might be possible." She released him and opened the front door. "I thought you might want to stay out here on the porch and have it out first."
"Nah." His smile took on a hint of mischief. "I know Dad made sure that you wouldn't be too mad at me. He's a guy, too. He knows about these things." He glanced at the lake and woods, then turned and headed for the door. "I don't want to stay out here. I'd rather go in with you and eat supper ..."
* * *
"Okay, talk to me," Eve said as she cuddled Michael closer to her on the couch after supper. "I told you that if you couldn't handle Gary yourself, you were to go to your teacher. Why didn't you do it?"
"He would have got in trouble."
"And he didn't hurt me that bad. He was just scared."
"He didn't act very scared," she said dryly as she touched his bruised cheek. "And your dad said he's much bigger than you."
He nodded. "But he's still scared."
She looked down at him with narrowed eyes. "Why?"
"Because I'm not afraid of what you do, and he is," he said simply.
She stiffened. "That ghoul name he called me?"
"His dad was killed in a car wreck last year. Gary's all confused, and he doesn't like to think about it. I make him think about it. All those skulls that you work on bother him."
"No, I make him think about it." Her arm tightened around him. "I was wondering if it was my fault. I didn't know about his father. Maybe I should go talk to his mother."
He shook his head. "It would only make her feel bad. Sometime, Gary will let me talk to him about you. Then it will be okay."
"But it's not okay now. And what can you say to him that will make it okay then?"
"I'll tell him that you work on those skulls to bring those people home. That they're lost, and you have to help them." He looked up at her. "That's what you told me that first time I asked you. Remember?"
"I don't remember you asking me." She smiled. "But maybe you did. You always seemed to understand my work and why I was doing it." She did remember Michael coming close to her worktable when he was only a couple years old and touching the skull of a young girl she was reconstructing. There had been such gentleness, such intensity of thought in his expression that she had been stunned. Then, after a moment, he had smiled and gone back to his toys across the room. "I don't like the idea of waiting around until this Gary comes to his senses on his own. I may have to take action if you won't."
He nodded. "I know. But I think it's going to be okay. He doesn't like what he's doing to me. It scares him almost as much as the stuff he won't ask me about your skulls and the people who are dead like his dad."
And how had Michael realized that? Eve just had to accept that he did. She had stopped trying to understand where those flashes of deep understanding came from. Even before the moment of his birth she had known that Michael possessed a kind of psychic connection with her, and who knew what other depths he might have? She didn't believe he wanted her to know, or maybe he didn't know himself. Either way, most of the time Michael appeared to be just a bright, happy six-year-old who was perfectly content in his life. It was only with her and Joe that he let his guard down and was totally honest.
She hoped. There were moments when she wasn't certain that Michael was entirely open even with them. It didn't matter as long as she knew that Michael loved them both, they could work on everything else. "It's bad for Gary to think he can hurt you. I don't want him to turn into a bully or you a victim. So you'll try one more time, then I'll have a talk with him." She held up her hand. "Not his mother. Okay?"
Michael nodded. "He's close to it, Mama. It's the death thing. He's missing his dad. It scares him."
"Then we'll try to explain and make the fear go away." She gave him a kiss on the forehead and got to her feet. "Now go take your shower and get to bed."
He grinned as he jumped to his feet. "Soon as I say good night to Dad." He headed toward the back of the house. "And tell him that you didn't yell too much at me. He'll want to know." He turned back. "Did Cara send me that CD of her last concert that she promised me last week?"
She nodded. "Morning mail. It's on your nightstand. You can play it through once. Just once. Then you turn it off and go to sleep."
"Once is enough. After that, it will play in my head until I fall asleep. It does that to you, too, doesn't it, Mama?"
"Yes." Cara Delaney was Eve and Joe's ward and one of the most magnificent violinists Eve had ever heard. She was only eighteen and a student at Carnegie Tech in New York, but she had already been a guest artist at several venues, and this CD was the one from a benefit concert at the university in Phoenix. She had been with them since before Michael was born, and Eve could not have wanted a more devoted or loving sister for her son. The two talked every week on the phone, and when Cara managed to come home, they were practically inseparable. "She texted me and said she might have a break next week or the week after."
"She's coming home?" His face lit up. "That would be great. When will she know?"
Eve shrugged. "Soon. She's trying to arrange things. We'll know when she does. She asked if Jane was going to be able to get away at the same time. She might be trying to coordinate her time with Jane's." But Jane MacGuire, her adopted daughter, had a schedule that was almost tighter than Cara's. She was an artist and her agent had her constantly making public appearances at galley exhibits in London. "I don't think she has a chance. Jane's supposed to be in Paris all this month."
Michael looked disappointed. "Maybe."
Eve nodded. "Maybe. But at least we'll have Cara. You know Jane gets here whenever she can."
"Yes. I just miss her." He turned and started back down the hall. "It would be nice ..."
More than nice, Eve thought. She believed in family and having Jane and Cara out in the world and not being able to see them as much as she'd like brought a constant ache. But she was being selfish, she couldn't have everything. Life was so incredibly good these days with Joe and Michael, and the occasional visits from Cara and Jane were like additional jewels in the crown. So she would accept what she was given with thanks and enjoy every single minute.
She flipped open her computer on the coffee table and checked for recent requests from police departments around the country. She usually did that on the day she sent the latest reconstruction back to its originator. She had a tremendous backlog of requests, but if anything appeared urgent that couldn't —
"Be back in ten minutes or so." Joe had come out of the bedroom and was slipping on his jacket. "Just want to check on something."
"Check on what?"
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Michael thought he saw a bear earlier tonight in the woods on that west bank."
"He never mentioned it to me."
"But you were too busy giving him a lecture. He probably didn't have time." He headed for the door. "And it's probably nothing. It was pretty dark out there. I don't know how he could see anything."
"But you're checking it anyway."
"He hit me where I live." He smiled at her. "He asked if maybe I should tell you that you shouldn't go around the lake until I was sure." He opened the door. "What could I say? Be right back."
Eve watched the door shut behind him.
Strange. Yet there had been that moment when she had first seen Michael on that bottom step, and she had been aware of a tense ... alertness.
A bear? There had been no bear sightings in this area for the last couple years.
Michael had thought something was wrong and had not spoken to her but gone to his father and told him he should protect her.
She could hear Michael's shower running now.
He had finished with what he had wanted to do with Joe and was going about his life.
Yet he had thought something was wrong ...
She instinctively moved toward the front door.
And that wrong must not touch Joe.
Whenever Joe went into the woods, he was always armed, but she didn't like him to be alone out there.
She stood on the porch, her eyes straining toward the west bank.(Continues…)
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This is one of EVE DUNCAN and her Family and Friends as always a great thriller! It had Romance; when we thought her small Son had got blown up I actually started crying. I kept reminded myself it was fiction but I still kept crying. There was twist and shocked turns I didn't expect . I read all the books that are written about Eve Duncan , but this was the best I have read! I recommend this Novel
Great read!! I love her books. Never dull.
I can hardly wait to read more about Michael and can hardly wait to read more of Michael and Cara &Jock
Shattered Mirror is part of the Eve Duncan series, which is an all-time favorite of mine, by Iris Johansen. Sometimes when a series gets to book #23 (or another higher number) the story becomes predictable, boring, or repetitive. Yet, Iris Johansen writes each Eve Duncan book as its own story. Each story has a unique mystery, new interesting characters, and a different setting. While all of that is new and exciting, there are the old favorite characters, relationships, and familiar settings that have always made this series a must-read. Shattered Mirror focus’ on Cara. Her family, her history, her present, and her future are all shared to allow the reader to get to know her better. Of course, Eve, Joe, and their son Michael are all featured characters since they are now the family that Cara never had growing up. Jock, I picture him as a rough around the edges sexy alpha male who always seems to be around, is a huge part of the story since the connection between Cara and Jock has always been part of any story that Cara is part of. I will always be an Eve Duncan fan but it is fun to get the chance to know the secondary characters from her other books. Read this series, start it in any order, but read it. Iris Johansen has a great talent for suspense, thrills, twists, and turns.
Great author can’t get enough of her books there great reads
I love Eve Duncan stories and this was no disappointment. Michael is starting to show up more. I'm anxious to see where she takes him
Eve Duncan receives a burned skull inside a gold box on her doorstep. As Eve reconstructs the skull she finds a beautiful young woman. As the plot starts to come together, Eve find there is a connection between Cara’s roommate, Cara’s grandfather and Cara. Can Eve and Joe figure it out before her family is destroyed? Another amazing book in the Eve Duncan Series. Iris Johansen writes in an incredible thriller which continues building until the very end. This book kept my attention from the first chapter until the last. I highly recommend this book.
It was a great story. Just like all the others. Waiting for the next one.
This was a very good read. I will highly recommend it to all friends!
Thrilling, exciting, never knew what was coming next. Great ending can hardly wait for the next Eve Duncan and cast of characters!????
Iris Johansen is a master of suspense! I love her characters and story lines!
I enjoy all the books about Eve Duncan in fact I love all of Iris Johansen books
Thanks alot, DS Douglas
As always, the author kept me intrigued and I could not put the book down until I finished. Very good book.
In this 23rd novel in the Eve Duncan series, we meet new characters and see new and different situations, including some special weapons. Once again the story begins with a skull that Eve reconstructs. Michael, her six year old son, calls it Sylvie. Cara, Eve and Joe's ward is in New York at the Carnegie School boarding with Darcy, a child actress who is now a beautiful woman who is training to be a singer. Jock Gavin, Cara's BFF and soulmate is visiting her when she is attacked in her dorm room. She heads off home to Atlanta and Darcy goes with her. When they arrive home, Darcy recognized the reconstruction, in fact, it looks just like her. It is determined that it is her twin sister, who is supposed to be living in a home for people with developmental issues. The mystery begins. Of course Eve has been targeted as well as Cara by this mysterious psycho who left the skull in Joe's vehicle for Eve to find in the first place. Add in Cara's Russian mob grandfather to the mix and there is a lot of adventure, some murders, kidnapping, mind melding and more. I have enjoyed this series, but I think I might be ready to move on. I hope she continues to write some of her other series that have not gone on as long and are still fresh.
I have been following IJ for years and her books are always an enjoyment to read.
I have read many of Iris Johansen's novels. This was another great book but because I am familiar with her work it seemed a bit predictable. Shattered Mirror is an Eve Duncan novel that builds on existing characters that play a role in Eve's life. Cara, a young woman Eve took under her care, comes home from school to visit and brings her friend and roommate Darcy with her. Eve, as usual, is working on a charred facial reconstruction; however, this one was left on the front seat of Joe Quinn's car in their driveway by a man known as Norwalk. While Joe and Eve seek answers about the appearance of the skull, they realize that everything is somehow connected. The story evolves as Cara goes for her yearly visit to her grandfather, a Russian mafia kingpin, Sergai Kaskov. Cara brings Darcy with her and the story unfolds and the pieces come together. I enjoyed how the story played out but it still was somewhat predictable. Overall a great book and one I would recommend.
I love all her Eve Duncan series. They keep you on your toes. Can’t put them down!
Vintage Johansen. Excellent!!
Vintage Johansen. Excellent!!
Lake Cottage Atlanta, Georgia- When a box containing a human skull is left in the passenger seat of their truck, where only moments earlier their son Michael was sitting, Eve and Joe realize that someone is trying to send a message. As Joe begins looking for clues to the man targeting them, Eve begins the challenging reconstruction of a skull which suffered a gunshot to the head and has been partially cremated. Carnegie Residence Hall New York- When Cara Duncan is attacked in her dorm room Jock Gavin, her protector and friend, is certain Cara's grandfather and mafia kingpin is to blame. For their safety, Cara decides to take her new roommate Darcy home with her until Jock can finish his investigation. When Cara arrives home, Eve finds herself staring at a mirror image of the woman she just reconstructed... This novel is full of suspenseful twists and turns as they try to uncover the connection between the missing girl and the Duncan family. This was an intense page turner I had a hard time putting down. I will say that have not read any of the previous Eve Duncan novels but I was able to pick up who all of the characters were easily and found this to be easily read as a standalone novel. This novel also has a touch of paranormal element which comes into play with developing the plot. Shattered Mirror is a perfect novel for anyone who loves suspenseful crime thrillers.