An unidentified skull...A trail of terrifying secrets...And a woman whose talented hands could reveal the shocking truth...As a forensic sculptor, Eve Duncan helps identify the dead from their skulls. Her own daughter murdered and her body never found, the job is Eve's way of coming to terms with her personal nightmare. But more terror lies ahead when she accepts work from billionaire John Logan. Beneath her gifted hands a face emerges from the skull he has given her to reconstruct--a face no one was ever meant to see. Now Eve is trapped in a frightening web of murder and deceit. Powerful enemies are determined to cover up the truth, and they will make certain that truth goes to the grave...even if Eve gets buried with it.
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June 01, 1999
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Excerpt from The Face of Deception by Iris Johansen
"You look beautiful," Eve said. "Where are you going tonight?"
"I'm meeting Ron at Anthony's. He likes the food there." Sandra leaned forward and checked her mascara in the hall mirror, then straightened the shoulders of her dress. "Damn these shoulder pads. They keep shifting around."
"Take them out."
"We all don't have broad shoulders like you. I need them."
"Do you like the food there?"
"No, it's a little too fancy for me. I'd rather go to the Cheesecake Factory."
"Then tell him."
"Next time. Maybe I should like it. Maybe it's a learning type thing." She grinned at Eve in the mirror. "You're big on learning new things."
"I like Anthony's, but I still like to pig out at McDonald's when I'm in the mood." She handed Sandra her jacket. "And I'd fight anyone who tried to tell me I shouldn't do it."
"Ron doesn't tell me--" She shrugged. "I like him. He comes from a nice family in Charlotte. I don't know if he'd understand about the way we lived before-- I just don't know."
"I want to meet him."
"Next time. You'd give him that cool once-over and I'd feel like a high school kid bringing home my first date."
Eve chuckled and gave her a hug. "You're crazy. I just want to make sure he's good enough for you."
"See?" Sandra headed for the door. "Definitely first-date syndrome. I'm late. I'll see you later."
Eve went to the window and watched her mother back out of the driveway. She hadn't seen her mother this excited and happy in years.
Not since Bonnie was alive.
Well, there was no use staring wistfully out the window. She was glad her mother had a new romance, but she wouldn't trade places with her. She wouldn't know what to do with a man in her life. She wasn't good at one-night stands, and anything else required a commitment she couldn't afford.
She went out the back door and down the kitchen steps. The honeysuckle was in bloom and the heady scent surrounded her as she walked down the path to the lab. The aroma always seemed stronger at twilight and early morning. Bonnie used to love the honeysuckle and was always picking it off the fence, where the bees constantly buzzed. Eve had been at her wit's end trying to stop her before she got stung.
She smiled at the recollection. It had taken her a long time to be able to separate the good memories from the bad. At first she had tried to save herself from pain by closing out all thoughts of Bonnie. Then she had come to understand that that would be forgetting Bonnie and all the joy she had brought into her and Sandra's lives. Bonnie deserved more than--