Dead Sleep

Dead Sleep

Greg Iles

Language: English

Pages: 496

ISBN: 0451206525

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


They are called "The Sleeping Women." A series of unsettling paintings in which the nude female subjects appear to be not asleep, but dead. Photojournalist Jordan Glass has another reason to find the paintings disturbing...The face on one of the nudes is her own-or perhaps the face of her twin sister, who disappeared and is still missing. At the urging of the FBI, Jordan becomes both hunter and hunted in a search for the anonymous artist-an obsessed killer who seems to know more about Jordan and her family than she is prepared to face...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the frame. “Could you give me a hand?” I hesitate, thinking about the claw hammer, but he doesn’t look like he wants to bludgeon me to death. Having been in situations where people wanted to do just that, I trust my instincts more than some people might. “Hold the other side while I pull,” he says. I set my cappuccino on the floor, then take hold of the other side of the crate while he slides out a padded metal frame that holds the gilt frame inside it. “There,” he says. “You can see it now.”

placid green island below harbors a desperate situation, but in the resolution of it lies the answer to the mystery that has haunted me for more than a year. The cockpit radio spits and crackles as a deskbound FBI agent with a university map guides the pilots toward their LZ. The helicopter drops fast enough to make my stomach roil, and I wonder if John and Baxter are flashing back to Vietnam as we auger in. Parked at the center of one grassy quadrangle are two police cars with their lights

years. I give her a lot of credit. Being popular isn’t easy without money.” “Money seems to be a recurring theme with Jane.” “Not only with her. Before Dad was gone, I didn’t realize how poor we were. But by thirteen, you start to notice. Material things are part of high school snobbery. Clothes and shoes, what kind of car you have, your house. Mom wrecked our car, and after that we didn’t have one. She drank more and more, and it seemed like the power company cut our electricity every other

person, to tramp across Asia with an eye to my camera and an ear to the ground. With Jane it’s different. By the time my agency tracked me down on a CNN satellite phone in Sarajevo, something had already changed irrevocably within me. As I crossed a street once infested with snipers, a nimbus of dread welled up in my chest—not the familiar dread of a bullet with my name on it, but something much deeper. Whatever energy animates my soul simply stopped flowing as I ran, and the street vanished. I

wall, low by the commode. I press my right palm into the white towel on the rack, then pick up the receiver. “Yes?” “It’s John.” “John?” “Kaiser.” He sounds uncomfortable. “Oh. What is it?” “I’m still downstairs.” “Why?” “We’re about to have a meeting. Before the official task force meeting. Baxter, Lenz, Bowles, and me. I know you’re upset, but I thought you might be more angry if you missed it.” “I’m in the shower. It’s basically going to be a wake, right?” “I don’t think so. I just

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