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Summary
WHO DO YOU LOVE?
One question, a split-second decision, and Brian Darby lies dead on the kitchen floor. His wife, state police trooper Tessa Leoni, claims to have shot him in self-defense, and bears the bruises to back up her tale. For veteran detective D. D. Warren it should be an open-and-shut case. But where is their six-year-old daughter?
AND HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO . . .
As the homicide investigation ratchets into a frantic statewide search for a missing child, D. D. Warren must partner with former lover Bobby Dodge to break through the blue wall of police brotherhood, seeking to understand the inner workings of a trooper's mind while also unearthing family secrets. Would a trained police officer truly shoot her own husband? And would a mother harm her own child?
. . . TO SAVE HER?
For Tessa Leoni, the worst has not yet happened. She is walking a tightrope, with nowhere to turn, no one to trust, as the clock ticks down to a terrifying deadline. She has one goal in sight, and she will use every ounce of her training, every trick at her disposal, to do what must be done. No sacrifice is too great, no action unthinkable. A mother knows who she loves. And all others will be made to pay.
Love you more . . .
Author Notes
Lisa Gardner received a degree in international relations from the University of Pennsylvania in 1993. At the age of 20, she sold her first novel, Walking after Midnight, under the pseudonym Alicia Scott. After graduating from college, she became a management consultant and continued to write romance novels in her spare time. She eventually became a full-time author. She wrote 13 romance novels before turning to thrillers. Under the pseudonym Alicia Scott, her romance novels include The Quiet One, Brandon's Bride, and Marry Me...Again. Under Lisa Gardner, her thrillers include The Other Daughter, I'd Kill for That, Touch and Go, and Crash and Burn. She also writes the FBI Profiler series and the Detective D.D. Warren series.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (2)
Publisher's Weekly Review
When a Massachusetts State Police trooper shoots and kills her husband, Boston Homicide Det. D.D. Warren sets about figuring out what parts of the trooper's story are true, and, most urgently, where the trooper's missing six-year-old daughter might be. The story is told from two perspectives-the detective's and the trooper's. Kirsten Potter reads the narrative for Warren with a strong, bold voice, and Katie MacNichol creates a nicely contrasting youthful, unsure tone for Trooper Leoni, buckling under family and career pressures. Both performers take on other characters with aplomb, male and female alike, and MacNichol's efforts as a young child are especially successful. Gardner's intriguing crime story takes unexpected turns, and the pace, the suspense, and the mystery make for compelling listening. A Bantam hardcover. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Library Journal Review
A police officer claims to have shot her husband in self-defense. But where is her six-year-old daughter? Gardner, a master of the suburban thriller, unveils the police code of silence and its psychological effects. (LJ 1/11) (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Who do you love? It's a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates a future, guides most minutes of one's days. Simple, elegant, encompassing. Who do you love? He asked the question, and I felt the answer in the weight of my duty belt, the constrictive confines of my armored vest, the tight brim of my trooper's hat, pulled low over my brow. I reached down slowly, my fingers just brushing the top of my Sig Sauer, holstered at my hip. "Who do you love?" he cried again, louder now, more insistent. My fingers bypassed my state- issued weapon, finding the black leather keeper that held my duty belt to my waist. The Velcro rasped loudly as I unfastened the first band, then the second, third, fourth. I worked the metal buckle, then my twenty pound duty belt, complete with my sidearm, Taser, and collapsible steel baton released from my waist and dangled in the space between us. "Don't do this," I whispered, one last shot at reason. He merely smiled. "Too little, too late." "Where's Sophie? What did you do?" "Belt. On the table. Now." "No." "GUN. On the table. NOW!" In response, I widened my stance, squaring off in the middle of the kitchen, duty belt still suspended from my left hand. Four years of my life, patrolling the highways of Massachusetts, swearing to defend and protect. I had training and experience on my side. I could go for my gun. Commit to the act, grab the Sig Sauer, and start shooting. Sig Sauer was holstered at an awkward angle that would cost me precious seconds. He was watching, waiting for any sudden movement. Failure would be firmly and terribly punished. Who do you love? He was right. That's what it came down to in the end. Who did you love and how much would you risk for them? "GUN!" he boomed. "Now, dammit!" I thought of my six- year- old daughter, the scent of her hair, the feel of her skinny arms wrapped tight around my neck, the sound of her voice as I tucked her in bed each night. "Love you, Mommy," she always whispered. Love you, too, baby. Love you. His arm moved, first tentative stretch for the suspended duty belt, my holstered weapon. One last chance . . . I looked my husband in the eye. A single heartbeat of time. Who do you love? I made my decision. I set down my trooper's belt on the kitchen table. And he grabbed my Sig Sauer and opened fire. Excerpted from Love You More by Lisa Gardner All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.