In this FBI Thriller, Special Agent Dillon Savich teams up with new agent Lacey Sherlock in a case that leads them back to the murder of Sherlock's sister seven years ago—putting both their lives on the line. As the head of the FBI’s Criminal Apprehension Unit, Dillon Savich has developed predictive analogue programs to aid in the capture of serial killers. Enter Lacey Sherlock, a very well-qualified new agent who seems bright and eager and on the up-and-up. But is she really? When there’s a vicious murder in Boston, she’s off like a shot, lying to Savich. When Savich finds out what’s going on, he realizes they’ll all be in deep trouble, maybe even victims themselves, if he and Sherlock don’t find out who murdered her sister seven years before.... Praise for Catherine Coulter’s FBI Thrillers   “Fast-paced.”— People   “This terrific thriller will drag you into its chilling web of terror and not let go until the last paragraph…A ripping good read.”— The San Francisco Examiner   “A good storyteller...Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.”— Fort Worth Star-Telegram   “With possible blackmail, intra-judiciary rivalries and personal peccadilloes, there’s more than enough intrigue—and suspects—for full court standing in this snappy page-turner…A zesty read.”— Book Page   “Twisted villains...intriguing escapism...The latest in the series featuring likable married FBI agents Lacey Sherlock and Dillon Savich.”— Lansing (MI) State Journal   “Coulter takes readers on a chilling and suspenseful ride...taut, fast-paced, hard to put down.”— Cedar Rapids Gazette   “The perfect suspense thriller, loaded with plenty of action.”—The Best Reviews   “The newest installment in Coulter’s FBI series delivers...a fast-moving investigation, a mind-bending mystery.”— Publishers Weekly   “Fast-paced, romantic...Coulter gets better and more cinematic with each of her suspenseful FBI adventures.”— Booklist   Catherine Coulter is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the FBI Thrillers featuring husband and wife team Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. She is also the author—with J. T. Ellison—of the Brit in the FBI series. She lives in Sausalito, California. FBI Academy Quantico, Virginia She was in Hogan’s Alley, the highest crime rate city in the United States. She knew just about every inch of every building in this town, certainly better than the actors who were paid eight dollars an hour to play bad guys, and better than many of the bureau employees who were witnesses, robbers and cops every day in Hogan’s Alley. Today she and three other trainees were going to catch a bank robber. She hoped. They were told to keep their eyes open, nothing else. It was a parade day in Hogan’s Alley. There was a crowd of people around, drinking sodas and eating hot dogs. It wasn’t going to be easy. Chances were that the suspect was going to be one of the people trying to blend in with the crowd, trying to look as innocent as an everyday guy, she’d stake a claim on that. She would have given anything if they’d gotten just a brief glance at the robber, but they hadn’t. It was a critical situation, lots of innocent civilians milling about and a bank robber who would probably run out of the bank, a bank robber who was possibly dangerous. She saw Buzz Alport, an all-night waiter at a truck stop off I-95. He was whistling, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world. No, Buzz wasn’t the bad guy today. She knew him too well. She tried to memorize every face, so she’d be able to spot the robber if he suddenly appeared. She slowly worked the crowd, trying to look calm and unhurried. She saw some visitors from the Hill, standing on the sidelines, watching the agents role-play crimes and catch criminals. She couldn’t kill a visiting congressman. It wouldn’t look good for the Bureau. It began. She and Porter Forge, a Southerner from Birmingham who spoke beautiful French without a hint of a drawl, saw a man dash from behind a side door of the bank, followed by a bank employee frantically waving and yelling at the top of his lungs at the fleeing man. She and Forge got no more than a brief glimpse. They went after the robber. He dove into the crowd of people and disappeared. Because there were civilians around, they kept their guns holstered. If any of them hurt a civilian, there’d be hell to pay. It didn’t matter. Three minutes later they’d lost him. It was then that she saw Dillon Savich, an FBI agent and computer genius who taught occasional classes here at Quantico, standing next to a man she’d never seen before. Both were wearing sunglasses, blue suits and blue-gray ties. She’d know Savich anywhere. She wondered what he was doing here at this particular time. Had he just taught a class? She’d never heard of him being at Hogan’s Alley. She stared at him. Was it possible that he was the suspect to whom the bank employee had been waving? Maybe. Only thing was that he didn’t look at all out of breath and the bank rob