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SOPHIE BARRETT THINKS SHE’S LUCKY TO BE ALIVE.

SHE MAY BE DEAD WRONG.

On a sweltering summer afternoon, Sophie Barrett walks into a nightmare. A sniper has opened fire on a college campus. When the carnage is over, three people—plus the shooter—are dead, and dozens more injured. Sophie escapes virtually unscathed. Yet as details emerge from the investigation, she becomes convinced that this wasn’t the random, senseless act it appeared. No one wants to believe her—not the cops, not her colleagues at the Delphi Center crime lab, and definitely not Jonah Macon, the homicide detective who’s already saved her life once.

Jonah has all kinds of reasons for hoping Sophie is mistaken. Involving himself with a key witness could derail an already messy investigation, not to mention jeopardize his career. But Sophie is as determined and fearless as she is sexy. If he can’t resist her, he can at least swear to protect her. Because if Sophie is right, she’s made herself the target of a killer without a conscience. And the real terror is only just beginning…

 

Snapped

The Tracers Series, Book 4
Pocket Star Books
August 30, 2011
ISBN-10: 1-4516-1736-4
ISBN-13: 978-1-4516-1736-8

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

People often ask me where I get my ideas. For SNAPPED, the inspiration was very personal. The story opens with a sniper scene based on a real event at the University of Texas at Austin, where one hot summer day a gunman climbed to the top of the clock tower and started shooting.

I grew up hearing about this terrifying event from an eye-witness--my mother. She was on campus that day in 1966 and, like scores of other students, got caught up in Charles Whitman's deadly rampage. Sixteen people were killed in what came to be known as America's original school shooting.

As a resident of Austin, I live in the shadow of the UT Tower. Each time I see it I remember my mother's account of that fateful day. Many times I've put myself in her shoes and tried to imagine the emotions she must have felt as the incident dragged on. Her perspective helped shaped that of Sophie, my story's heroine, whose quick trip to campus turns into a nightmare when a gunman opens fire.

The hero of the story is Jonah, a member of the SWAT team called in to confront the shooter. Having never stormed a building and taken down an armed assailant, I decided to do a little research on this topic. I interviewed a police sniper whose job it is to train--day in and day out--for the moment when people's lives are at stake and there is only one chance to get it right. Wow, do those guys have a stressful job!

The day I began the book, I went to the UT campus and walked the crime scene, where you can still see marks in the concrete balustrades from the sniper's bullets. After getting a feel for the setting and what I wanted to say, I hiked over to the student union, sat down with my laptop, and wrote the first chapter of SNAPPED.

This book is very close to my heart. I set out to take readers on a journey that begins in a very dark place, goes through twists and turns, and ends in a brighter spot. I hope you will read SNAPPED and enjoy the ride.

--Laura Griffin


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"A gripping, white-knuckle read. You won't be able to put it down. Laura Griffin's best to date."
New York Times bestselling author Brenda Novak

"SNAPPED rocks! Griffin consistently cranks out one gripping suspense after another and this may be the best yet… The characters are flawed and completely endearing."
—RT Book Reviews Top Pick! 4 ½ stars!

"Be prepared to lose yourself in this enthralling read."
—Night Owl Reviews

"Electric chemistry between two believable and interesting characters coupled with the investigative details make this page-turner especially compelling."
—BookPage, Top Pick for romance

"Laura Griffin mesmerizes…. SNAPPED is a captivatingly passionate romance where danger is around every turn."
—SingleTitles.com

"An excellent addition to the Tracers series."
—The Romance Reader

"Laura Griffin hits her groove in SNAPPED."
—The Newton Daily News

"You won’t be able to put this book down."
—Fresh Fiction

"This gripping, vivid tale has a great pace that delivers plenty of suspense."
—Fallen Angel Reviews

 

Parking on campus was a bitch and so was Sophie. Or at least, she was in a bitchy mood at the moment. She was hot, hungry, and doomed to spend the better part of her lunch hour waiting in line at the registrar’s office.

But then she spotted it--a gleaming, perfect, gorgeously empty parking space not fifty feet in front of her. The green flag indicating time still left on the parking meter was the cherry on top of her lunchtime sundae.

“Thank you,” she sighed, as she rolled past the spot, shifted into reverse and flipped her turn indicator. She started to ease back when an old-model VW zipped up behind her.

“Hey!” Sophie pounded her horn as the Bug driver whipped into her spot while pretending not to see her.

Unbelievable!” Sophie jabbed at the window button and leaned over to yell at him. “Yo, Fahrvergnugen! That’s my spot!”

She might as well have been invisible.

A horn blared behind her and she glanced around. Now she was holding up traffic. She shifted into drive and muttered curses as she scoured the busy streets for another scrap of real estate large enough to accommodate her Tahoe. Of course, there wasn’t one. She glanced at her watch. Damn it, she was going to be late getting back to work, and she’d long since used up her tardy passes. With a final curse, she pulled into an overpriced parking garage three blocks downhill from her destination. After squeezing into a spot, she jumped out and dashed for the exit, pressing numbers on her cell phone as she went.

“Mia? Hey, it’s me.” She stepped onto the sidewalk and blinked up at the blindingly bright sunlight.

“What’s up, Soph? I’ve got my hands full.”

“Shoot, forget it then.” Sophie caught a heel on the pavement as her crappy luck continued.

“What?”

“I’m at the university,” Sophie said. “I was going to ask you to cover the phones for a few minutes if I’m not back by one.”

“I’ll get down there if I can, but--”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get Diane to cover it.” Diane was the assistant evidence clerk at the Delphi Center where Sophie worked, but she wasn’t exactly known for her cheery disposition. “She owes me a favor anyway. We’re still on for margaritas with Kelsey, right? Six o’clock?”

“El Patio,” Mia confirmed. “See you there.”

Sophie dropped the phone in her bag and continued uphill. The sun blazed down. Her blouse grew damp. Her tortured feet reminded her of the folly of buying Victoria’s Secret sandals on clearance and expecting them to fit. After waiting for a break in traffic, she darted across the street and felt the heat coming up off the asphalt in waves. Jeez, it was hot. Thank goodness she was signing up for a night course.

At last, she reached the grassy quadrangle and enjoyed a few patches of shade as she neared the registrar’s office. Students streamed up and down the sidewalks, talking with friends and reading text messages. Sophie gazed wistfully at their cut-off shorts and tank tops. Once upon a time she, too, had lived in grunge wear. She didn’t miss the clothes so much as that time in her life when she’d had nothing more to do than go to keg parties on weekends and cut class to hang out with her boyfriend. Now both those pursuits seemed worse than trivial--they seemed wasteful. How could a few short years make such a difference in her outlook?

She marveled at the irony--here she was plunking down her hard-earned money to attend a class she would have happily ditched just a few years ago. The perfect revenge for her I-told-you-so parents. Only they’d never get the chance to say that because she had no intention of telling them she was back in school. This was her private mission, and if she failed to accomplish it, no one would ever have to know she’d tried.

Sophie navigated the busy sidewalks, longing for a pair of Birkenstocks instead of heels. She glanced again at her watch and knew, without a doubt, she was going to be late.

Crack.

She halted in her tracks.

People shrieked behind her, and she whirled around. Her gaze landed on someone sprawled across the sidewalk. A man. Sophie stared in shock at the jacket, the tie, and the bloody pulp that should have been his head.

Crack.

Someone’s shooting! The words screamed through her brain as she scanned her surroundings. She was in an open field. She was a target.

More shrieks as she bolted for the trees. A staccato of bullets. Clumps of grass burst up at her and she fell back, landing hard on her butt. Before her eyes, a woman collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat. A child in pigtails howled. Crab-walking backward, Sophie glanced around frantically. What was happening? Where was it coming from? Screams echoed around her as people ducked and dove for cover.

I’m a target.

She rolled to her knees and lunged for the nearest solid object--a cement block at the base of a statue. She crouched behind it, gasping for breath, every nerve in her body zinging with terror.

Where is he?

More gunfire. More screaming. Sophie cupped her hands over her head and tried to make herself small.

# # #

“She lent it to you? That’s the best you got?” San Marcos Police Detective Allison Doyle scowled down at the pimply-faced perpetrator and waited. It didn’t take long.

“She didn’t say it exactly.”

“What did she say, exactly?”

“Well, it was more like understood, you know?” The kid slouched against the door to his dorm room. “Like I could use it long as I wanted, so long as I returned it.”

“I see.” Allison nodded over his shoulder, at the array of loot spread out on his single bed: four iPods, two BlackBerries, and an iPad not even out of the box--which constituted the reason for her little visit to this room that smelled like gym socks and God knew what else.

“What about the iPods?” Allison asked. “You borrow them, too?”

A girl burst into the hallway. “Someone’s shooting! Oh my God, people are dead!

Allison yanked out her Glock and rushed down the hall. “Who’s shooting? Where?”

“The quad! Someone’s killing people!”

“Go into your rooms and lock your doors. Now! Stay away from the windows.”

Allison raced across the lobby and pushed through the glass door. It was like stepping into an oven. She took an instant to orient herself, then took off for the university quadrangle just as her radio crackled to life.

“Attention all units! Active shooter on campus! South quadrangle!” The usually calm dispatcher sounded shrill, and Allison felt the first twinge of panic. “Reports of casualties. All units respond!”

Allison jerked the radio from her belt. “Doyle responding.” Jesus Christ. “Where is the shooter? Over.”

For a moment, silence. Then a distant wail of sirens on the other side of town. Allison sprinted across University Avenue and did a double take. Cars were stopped in the middle of the road, doors flung open. The engines were running, but the cars were empty.

“Shooter’s location is unknown,” the dispatcher said. “I repeat, unknown.”

# # #

Jonah Macon stared at the dilapidated house where absolutely nothing had happened for the past seven hours. He hated surveillance work, and not just the boredom of it. His six-foot-four-inch frame wasn’t designed to be crammed into the back of a van for days on end.

“If I drink another cup of this coffee, my piss is gonna turn black.”

Jonah shot Sean Byrne a look of disgust but didn’t respond.

“Nice image,” Jonah’s partner quipped, tossing his Styrofoam cup into an empty Krispy Kreme box. Ric Santos had volunteered to bring breakfast this morning, and the doughnut shop was just around the corner from his girlfriend’s place.

So now here they all were--bored, caffeinated, and jacked-up on sugar that needed to be burned off. Jonah leaned back in his seat and popped his knuckles as he stared at the video monitor.

“Seriously, how late can he sleep?” Sean asked. “I’m about to bust in there and drag his skinny ass out here myself.”

“Movement at the door,” Jonah said, and everyone snapped to attention.

A man stepped onto the porch, finally breaking the monotony. Jonah’s team had been in the van since before dawn, waiting for their subject to kiss his girlfriend goodbye and lead them to the crib where they were ninety-nine percent sure their murder suspect was holed up. Sure enough, they watched on the screen as their subject got some goodbye tongue action before tromping down the rickety front porch steps.

“Think he’s stepping out for a paper?” Sean asked sarcastically.

“I’m not sure he can read.” Ric eased out of the bucket seat in back and slid behind the wheel while Jonah reached for his radio to give the guys in the car down the block a head’s up.

The phone at Jonah’s hip buzzed. Then Ric’s phone buzzed. Then a snippet of rap music emanated from Sean’s pocket.

Everyone exchanged a grim looks as they took out their phones. Jonah answered first.

“Macon.”

“Get to campus, ASAP! Where’s the SWAT van?”

“Perkin has it,” Jonah told his lieutenant. “He’s up in Austin at a training op--”

“Someone’s shooting people all over the quad! Get over there and suit up. Grab everyone you can.”

Jonah braced himself against the side of the van as Ric peeled away from the curb. From the look on his partner’s face, Jonah knew he was getting similar instructions.

“What’s your setup?” Lieutenant Reynolds demanded.

Jonah was already leaning over the backseat to do a quick inventory of the cargo space. “Two shotguns, a rifle, and a couple of flash bangs.” His pulse started to pound. “How many shooters?”

“We don’t know.”

“What kind of weapon?”

“We don’t know that either. We don’t know anything! All I got is a bunch of hysterical 911 calls, someone’s gunning down people on the lawn. Some kid just got shot off his bike. ETA?”

Jonah glanced through the tinted windows as a blur of storefronts raced past. “Two minutes, tops.”

“Okay, then you’re it, Macon. I’m fifteen minutes out. You guys got any Kevlar?”

“Three vests and a flak jacket.”

“Take all of it. And call me when you get there.”

# # #

Crack.

Another burst of cement on the nearby sidewalk. Sophie huddled tighter and looked back at the howling little girl.

Get down!” Sophie shouted.

From the pavement, an arm reached up and tugged weakly at the girl’s shorts. The arm was attached to a hugely pregnant woman who was lying in an ever-expanding pool of her own blood.

Dear Lord. Someone had to get them out of here, but there was no one. The campus that had been crawling with students just moments ago was now a ghost town. Sophie darted her gaze around. Where was the shooter? Had he entered a building? Sophie eased up slowly and peered around the base of the bronze statue.

Crack.

An agonized scream behind her. Sophie recoiled. She peeked beneath her quivering elbow and saw a man hunched at the base of a flagpole, clutching his ankle with a bloody hand.

Sophie’s gaze was drawn to the corpse behind her, now baking on the sidewalk. At the edge of the grass, another man lay sprawled across the ground, a backpack beside him. A student. Sophie’s heart jack-hammered against her rib cage as she watched the flies already buzzing around him.

The crying intensified. Sophie glanced again at the child, who was hunched over her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. She had to be only two, maybe three years old. The woman twisted onto her side, probably trying to shield the girl with her body. They were behind a large oak tree, thank goodness. But if the child moved too much--

Crack.

Glass shattered on a building nearby.

Crack. Crack. Crack. One by one, the second-story windows exploded, and she thought of those shooting games at carnivals where the targets were little yellow ducks.

Sirens grew louder as Sophie scoured the rooflines for any sort of movement or muzzle flash. She went from building to building all around the quadrangle, searching the red tile roofs and the highest row of windows.

Her gaze came to rest on the white limestone monolith that sat atop the hill, overlooking the entire campus like a giant Sphinx.

And suddenly she knew. The gunman was on top of the library.

And from there he could see everything.

 

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