Jay hit the door with his shoulder but it didn’t splinter beneath his weight or anything quiet so dramatic. The handle, which was probably old and in disrepair anyway, fell apart on impact and the door shot open, banging against the wall on the other side. The crashing noise filled the dark house, echoing off the walls.
The sound of rushing water was stronger in here, as was the stink of urine. Violet recoiled from the smell, covering her face. She could only see fragments of the space around her, tiny pieces of the room: an old bureau with a cracked mirror, it’s jagged shards catching bits of light from outside and reflecting it around them; a window with dingy-looking curtains billowing in on either side of it; a mound in the center of the floor that could only be one thing.
“Chelsea,” Violet whimpered, falling to her knees at the same time she caught a glimpse of another person – the killer – emerging from the darkened corner. Above his head there was something glowing, a blur of light that Violet couldn’t make out… he was moving far too quickly now.
“Jay,” she tried to warn, but it wasn’t necessary.
Whoever he was, he was already launching himself over the sill just as Jay was about to reach him. And with him went both the trickling water and the stench of old urine.
Two of his imprints.
“We did it,” Violet breathed. “We found her.” Outside, the shrill sound of sirens came closer, and she no longer cared about anything except that they’d found Chelsea.
And then, before she could stop him, before she could even shout his name, she watched as Jay too, hurled himself over the window’s ledge.
She started to get up, to go to the window to see if he was okay. To see if he’d landed safely, but a hand stopped her. Chelsea’s hand.
Relief rippled within her and spread outward.
“It’s okay, Chels, I’m here now. I’m here.”
She heard it then, a wheezing sound, and she felt frantically for Chelsea’s face, her hand stroking her friend’s cheeks. “It’s okay,” she repeated, but his time she was no longer sure. Something was wrong.
Dead Silence by Kimberly Derting
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Violet now carries her own imprint… and it’s a constant reminder of what she’s been through. All plans to live a normal life are gone as key players on the team that Violet works for refuse to let her go.
Dead Silence picks up shortly after the end of The Last Echo, with a gruesome murder. And when someone she knows is a suspect she finds herself trying to find the real culprits.
I love Derting’s writing and this series is probably my favorite from her. In the past I’ve been a bit frustrated with Violet… she was closed off even to those that care so much about her, but in this book we finally see her opening up and letting people in and help her cope with her skills.
I think what helped her was realizing she isn’t alone – Violet has a journal that her grandmother kept and while reading through it she finds that they have many similarities and she finds that the team she works with isn’t the original. This totally added another layer of mystery to the overall story arc and I can’t wait to get some more answers about this in forthcoming books.
Of course there is Jay, one of my favorite book boyfriends because he’s so wonderful to her. But I also love that we got to see some more of Rafe in this book. (Don’t hate!! I like him… I just don’t like him for Violet LOL).
The beginning of this story will have you turning pages nervously trying to figure out when everything is going to go down, and Derting doesn’t disappoint in the action category. The story is fast paced and riveting.
If you haven’t started this series yet, now is the time! You’re going to love the uniqueness of these book plots and you’re definitely going to fall in love with the characters!
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