Autumn’s Game by Mary Stone
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.2 MB
‘Till death do us part’ has never been so true…
Armed with a slew of advanced degrees and powerful intuition, forensic psychologist Dr. Autumn Trent is ready to conquer the world and touch the lives of its seven billion inhabitants. She’s prepared to fight for justice, right the wrongs…because she knows what it’s like to be wronged.
As a child, a single blow from her father left her changed forever. Her body survived the aftermath, but her brain was altered in ways that were both good and bad. As a freak, she poured herself into her studies, accumulating all the knowledge she could, intent on whipping broken systems into shape. Take down criminals one by one, even if it means putting her own life on the line.
When a brutal double homicide shocks the town of Sawmill, Oregon, the FBI needs Autumn’s specialized assistance. The couple’s daughter, just beginning a life of her own, disappears the same night as their murder. Was she kidnapped by a merciless killer, or is she his equally heartless accomplice? Or worse?
Accompanied by a boss who undermines her instincts and patience at every turn, Autumn soon realizes that their killer has just begun his true mission of punishing parents who break their marital vows. As the body count rises, so do the stakes as the killer escalates quickly. What began as a hunt for a nineteen year old girl turns into Autumn’s game of cat and mouse.
But it could have also been what her father had said too. Her mother had been so shattered by the revelations of her father’s addiction that she’d had a mental breakdown. Gina wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but Olivia ended up in the mental ward at the local hospital, semi-conscious, seeing things, so dehydrated that it had taken bags of saline to get her to pee again.
Now, at nineteen, Gina wondered if her mom had been bulimic. A little schizophrenic. Neither of her parents had been completely sane, not that she would admit that out loud. Because mental health issues ran in the family…didn’t they?
And she had to be perfect. If any man would ever want her as his wife, she needed to be flawless each and every day. She would need to cater to him. Focus on him completely. She couldn’t nag, couldn’t ever show signs of despair.
Gina hadn’t learned those lessons at home, which was clear by the fighting taking place on the other side of her door. No, she’d learned those lessons at the ripe young age of fifteen, when her parents’ combined mental health issues had landed her in the foster care system for eight months.
“And what about the dining room set?” her father roared, bringing Gina back to her miserable present. “Let me guess. You’re going to claim that it wasn’t you who threw the old one out into the street!”
Gina moaned and tried to smother out their hateful words with her pillow. It didn’t work.
“It was a perfectly good table! You could have just washed it off!”
Gina knew they weren’t really fighting about the stuff. They were fighting about whether they loved each other or not. As far as she could tell, they were both trying to convince each other that they never had.
“Keep the new table, then, if that’s all it takes to make you happy!”
“It’ll take a lot more than a table to make me happy, you bitch!”
Gina just wanted it to be over.
They loved each other, but they weren’t in love with each other anymore. At least that was the spin they’d put on it when they broke the divorce news. Gina knew that her father was willing to wait to try to fall back in love again, but her mother wasn’t. She was done.
To give her some credit, Olivia Webster had waited until Gina graduated to make sure she didn’t have romantic feelings for her spouse—but there was nothing left.
“If you think I’m going to throw away the rest of my life so I can wait for you to succumb to your addictions again, you’re nuts!”