#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen turns up the heat in this explosive new psychological thriller. This time a gifted arson investigator teams up with a mysterious operative to stop a killer raging completely out of control...For Kerry Murphy, the inferno is never far away. The flames of that long-ago night still burn in her nightmares: the heat, the choking smoke, the helplessness. She can never run fast enough...Now Kerry works as an arson investigator with her evidence-sniffing dog, Sam. Together they're a great team, but her life is about to change in the time it takes to strike a match. The deadly flames of her past are back, and from out of the ashes a stranger appears. Who is Silver And why has he chosen her in the desparate race to find a killer determined to ignite hell on earth Kerry and Silver may not have a chance against a psychopath as coldhearted as his method is red-hot. To save themselves and the innocent lives at stake, Kerry will have to do what she hoped she'd never have to do: fight fire with fire.
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1 . Ridiculous
Posted November 23, 2010 by Susan , GrotonHated it, beginning to end. Poorly written, boring, whiny characters and a plot that is as unbelievable as it is uncohesive. Added to the the completely inaccurate book description, and this is a big fat loser. Johansen is always hit or miss, but this was definitely a HUGE miss!
December 31, 2003
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Excerpt from Firestorm by Iris Johansen
She couldn't breathe!
"I'm here, baby." Kerry was being gathered in her mother's arms. "I'm going to put this cloth over your nose. Don't fight me."
Mama was coughing and Kerry could barely hear her through the crackling.
Fire! Flames were climbing up the curtains at the window.
"It's okay, Kerry. We'll be out of here in just a few minutes." Mama was moving toward the bedroom door. "Just try not to breathe too deep."
"He's not here, remember But we can make it. We're a team." She opened the door and then took an involuntary step back as black smoke blasted into the room. "Oh, God." She braced herself and then ran into the hall.
Fire everywhere. Crawling up the walls, licking hungrily at the banister going down the steps.
Her mother was crying. Tears running down her soot-stained cheeks as she hurried down the stairs.
Don't cry. Don't cry, Mama.
Her mother had reached the landing when she suddenly lurched and pitched forward.
Falling. Tumbling. Hurting.
Where was Mama
She couldn't see her in the smoke-filled darkness.
"Go on, Kerry. The door should be only a few feet away from you. Go outside and find someone to help us."
"No, I won't go." She was sobbing, whimpering. "Where are you "
"Right behind you. I've hurt my leg a little. But you have to mind me. Run!"
Her voice was so commanding that Kerry instinctively jumped to her feet and ran toward the door.
Fresh cold air.
Find someone. Find someone to help Mama.
She slipped on the icy steps and fell to the sidewalk.
There was a man across the street, standing beneath the streetlight.
She picked herself up and ran toward him. "Help. The fire. Mama . . ."
He was turning and walking away. He must not have heard her.
She ran after him. "Please. Mama said I had to--" He turned and she stared up into his shadowy face only dimly lit by the flickering flames.