Sometimes the warning signs come too late... The brutal slaying of Boulder’s controversial D.A. strikes deep in the heart of everything clinical psychologist Alan Gregory holds dear: After all, Alan’s wife, Lauren, worked for the dead man. When a new patient walks into Alan’s office—a terrified mother with an explosive secret—he finds himself edging even closer to the darkness. Soon her privileged exchanges convince Alan that a crime is about to be committed. And when he uncovers a shocking link to the D.A.’s slaying, Alan is suddenly locked in the ethical dilemma of his career, thrust into a desperate manhunt for a killer whose identity no one could have guessed. As the minutes tick down, Warning Signs explodes into a gripping story of crime and punishment, tragedy and retribution—and of human beings caught in the shattering cross fire of forces beyond their control...forces sometimes within themselves. “A page-turner.” -- The Philadelphia Inquirer “An edge-of-your-seat thriller.” -- The Chattanooga Free Press “A tight, riveting conclusion that is horrifyingly scary.” -- Rocky Mountain News mes the warning signs come too late... The brutal slaying of Boulder s controversial D.A. strikes deep in the heart of everything clinical psychologist Alan Gregory holds dear: After all, Alan s wife, Lauren, worked for the dead man. When a new patient walks into Alan s office--a terrified mother with an explosive secret--he finds himself edging even closer to the darkness. Soon her privileged exchanges convince Alan that a crime is about to be committed. And when he uncovers a shocking link to the D.A. s slaying, Alan is suddenly locked in the ethical dilemma of his career, thrust into a desperate manhunt for a killer whose identity no one could have guessed. As the minutes tick down, Warning Signs explodes into a gripping story of crime and punishment, tragedy and retribution--and of human beings caught in the shattering cross fire of forces beyond their control...forces sometimes within themselves. Sometimes the warning signs come too late... The brutal slaying of Boulder's controversial D.A. strikes deep in the heart of everything clinical psychologist Alan Gregory holds dear: After all, Alan's wife, Lauren, worked for the dead man. When a new patient walks into Alan's office--a terrified mother with an explosive secret--he finds himself edging even closer to the darkness. Soon her privileged exchanges convince Alan that a crime is about to be committed. And when he uncovers a shocking link to the D.A.'s slaying, Alan is suddenly locked in the ethical dilemma of his career, thrust into a desperate manhunt for a killer whose identity no one could have guessed. As the minutes tick down, Warning Signs explodes into a gripping story of crime and punishment, tragedy and retribution--and of human beings caught in the shattering cross fire of forces beyond their control...forces sometimes within themselves. Stephen White is a clinical psychologist and New York Times bestselling author of Cold Case, Manner of Death, Critical Conditions, Remote Control, Harm's Way, Higher Authority, Private Practices , and Privileged Information . He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his wife and son. Chapter One Hands nipple high, palms up toward the night sky, Bruce Collamore started talking before the cops were even out of their car. "I almost didn't call you guys. I was thinking that it was all too much like the O.J. thing. Don't you think? I mean, my dog didn't bark like that dog did, but I was walking my dog when I heard the scream. That's pretty close to the O.J. situation, isn't it? Anyway, that's why I almost didn't call. I'm still not sure I should have called. I haven't heard anything since that first scream. Right now, I think maybe it was nothing. That's what I'm beginning to think." Two Boulder cops had responded to the 911. A coed team. Both were young, handsome, and strong. The woman was a five-year vet on the Boulder Police force named Kerry VanHorn. She was a devout Christian who kept her religion to herself; she'd once even confided to a girlfriend that she thought proselytizing should be a capital offense. She had dirty-blond hair and a friendly Scandinavian face that put people at ease even when she didn't want to put them at ease. Over the years she'd discovered that if she squinted like she was looking into the sun people took her more seriously. She was the first out of the squad car and the first to speak to the man who apparently remembered way too much about the O.J. case. She tucked her long flashlight under her arm and grabbed a pen before she squinted up at him--the guy was at least six five--and said, "Your name, sir?" "Collamore, Bruce Collamore." He was wearing a ragged Middlebury College sweatshirt and an accommodating smile. "This your house?" She gestured toward the home closest to where they were standing. Jay Street was high on the western edge of Boulder, in territory