FBI agents Savich and Sherlock face two baffling cases in Catherine Coulter's electrifying new thriller. Catherine Coulter's fast-paced FBI novels featuring married FBI agents Lacey Sherlock and Dillon Savich have rocketed up the New York Times bestseller lists and garnered millions of fans. Coulter's heady blend of action and intrigue grows more intoxicating with each book-and reaches new heights in BlindSide . When six-year-old Sam Kettering is kidnapped and then manages to save himself, Savich and Sherlock join his father-former FBI agent Miles Kettering-to determine why Sam would be abducted and brought to eastern Tennessee. Although the local sheriff, Katie Benedict, kills the kidnappers, the attempts do not stop. The investigation leads them to charismatic, intense evangelist Reverend Sooner McCamy and his enigmatic wife. At the same time, Savich and Sherlock are desperate to locate the killer of five Washington, D.C., teachers. And meet Valerie Rapper, a woman on a mission: she wants Savich in the worst way. . . A riveting novel of knife-edge suspense, BlindSide is Catherine Coulter at the top of her game. The sheriff of Jessborough, Tennessee, Katie Benedict, meets up with best-seller queen Coulter's ever popular FBI agents, Sherlock and Savich, when she and her five-year-old daughter, Keely, rescue a six-year-old boy fleeing kidnappers. He is the son of Miles Kettering, a former FBI agent. Sam is so traumatized that a local psychiatrist thinks he should remain in Katie and Keely's house, along with his father. But after another kidnapping attempt, Katie realizes that the motive behind the attacks is an unusual one, and that the relentless kidnappers will never give up. Along the way to solving the mystery, Katie runs into a sadomasochistic couple: the pastor of the Sinful Children of God Church and his bizarre wife, who just happens to be the sister of one of the kidnappers. Meanwhile, Savich is working on the case of a serial killer who is targeting math teachers. Even though Coulter's eighth FBI thriller (the last was Eleventh Hour [BKL Jl 02]) is marred by some continuity and consistency problems, it still delivers an entertainingly romantic mystery with endearing new characters as well as beloved recurring ones. Diana Tixier Herald Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved Catherine Coulter is the author of the bestselling FBI suspense novels The Cove , The Maze , The Target , The Edge , Riptide , Hemlock Bay , and Eleventh Hour . 1 It was pitch black. There was no moon, no stars, just low-lying rain-bloated clouds, as black as the sky. Dillon Savich was sweating in his Kevlar vest even though it was fifty degrees. He dropped to his knees, raised his hand to stop the agents behind him, and carefully slid into position so he could see into the room. The window was dirty, the tattered draperies a vomit-brown, with only one lamp in the corner throwing off sixty watts. The rest of the living room was dark, but he could clearly see the teacher, James Marple, tied to a chair, gagged, his head dropped forward. Was he asleep or unconscious? Or dead? Savich couldn't tell. He didn't see Marvin Phelps, the sixty-seven-year-old man who owned this run-down little 1950s tract house on the outskirts of the tiny town of Mount Pleasant, Virginia. From what they'd found out in the hour before they'd converged on this small house, Phelps was a retired math teacher and owned the old Buick sitting in the patched drive. Savich knew from his driver's license that Phelps was tall, skinny, and had a head covered with thick white hair. And for some reason, he was killing other math teachers. Two, to date. No one knew why. There was no connection between the first two murdered teachers. Savich wanted Phelps alive. He wanted the man to tell him why he'd caused all this misery and destroyed two families. For what? He needed to know, for the future. The behavioral science people hadn't ever suggested that the killer could possibly be a math teacher himself. Savich saw James Marple's head jerk. At least he was alive. There was a zigzagging line of blood coming over the top of Mr. Marple's bald head from a blow Phelps must have dealt him. The blood had dried just short of his mouth. Where was Marvin Phelps? They were here only because one of Agent Ruth Warnecki's snitches had come through. Ruth, in the CAU-the Criminal Apprehension Unit-for only a year, had previously spent eight years with the Washington, D.C., police department. Not only had she brought her great street skills to the unit, she'd also brought her snitches. "A woman can never be too rich, too thin, or have too many snitches" was her motto. The snitch had seen Marvin Phelps pull a gun on a guy in the parking lot of a small strip mall, pull him out of his Volvo station wagon, and shove him into an old Buick. The snitch had called Ruth as he was tailing them to this house, and told her he'd gi