Some places earn their bad reputation through tall tales or chance. Grizzly Falls is different. Here, killers aren’t just the stuff of legends and campfire lore. Someone is in the nighttime shadows, watching the local teens play around in the moonlit woods. Waiting for the right moment, the right victim. Waiting to take away a life.
Detective Regan Pescoli is counting the days until her maternity leave. Exhausted and emotional, the last thing she needs is another suspected serial killer. Especially when her daughter, Bianca, is swept up in the media storm. When a reality show arrives in town, the chaos only makes it harder for Pescoli and her partner, Selena Alvarez, to distinguish rumor from truth.
Another body is found…and another. And as the nightmare strikes closer to home, Pescoli races to find the terror lingering in the darkness, where there are too many places to hide…and countless places to die…
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Expecting To Die
By Lisa Jackson
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She was a dead woman.
He would kill her. Kill her.
She glanced down at the wand from the pregnancy test kit and saw once again that yes, she was pregnant. Then she looked into the mirror over the sink of the public bathroom at the local Walgreens and stared at her reflection. Wide, scared blue eyes peered back at her beneath a fringe of pale bangs.
You. A mother. At seventeen ... well, eighteen by the time the baby gets here.
Her throat grew thick and she blinked back tears. She couldn't cry, not now. There was plenty of time for that later. She slapped the tears away, sniffed, then stuffed the wand into her purse and stuffed the packaging deep into the trash bin beneath a wad of paper towels. Not that it mattered, she told herself. No one knew her here. She'd driven to Missoula for the test, taken it here in the restroom, and now had to drive home.
What was she going to do?
Oh. Dear. God.
Cheeks flaming, feeling as if everyone in the aisles of the store knew her secret, she hurried to the front door and nearly tripped over a boy stocking shelves with cans of hair spray and sticks of deodorant in an overflowing metal cart.
"Hey!" he said sharply, and she mumbled a hasty, "Sorry," on her way past the counter, where pharmacists in lab coats were filling prescriptions and two people waited near the register to pick up their meds.
Through the glass doors and into the August sunshine she flew, then found her way to the car, her mother's ancient Ford Taurus, and hopped into the sweltering interior. She switched on the ignition, threw the car into reverse, and as she hit the gas, she heard a sharp beep and stood on the brakes, just in time before she nearly clipped the fender of a Honda cutting through the lot. The driver, a brunette woman in sunglasses and a baseball cap, flipped up her middle finger as she swept by.
Destiny didn't care.
Let the girl flip her off.
She had more important issues to deal with.
Pregnant. You're pregnant.
A baby? She couldn't handle a baby. No way, and it's not as if the father would be any help. Oh, Lord ... the father. He would be pissed.
She took three deep breaths, rolled down the window as the for-crap air conditioner wasn't working, eased out of the parking space more carefully, managed not to scrape a fender or crumple a bumper, and wended the old Taurus out of the crowded lot.
Maybe she wouldn't tell him. Just have the baby by herself ... but how? She couldn't tell Mom and Dad, and she couldn't just wish the baby away.
The thought of abortion skated on sharp wheels through her mind, cutting deep. But only for a brief moment and she banished it. No — her cousin had an abortion once and never forgave herself. And then there was Mom. How many times had she admitted that Destiny was not only a happy surprise, but a "miracle baby," whom she'd christened with her name for that very reason? It had been the only instance Helene Montclaire had ever gotten pregnant in some twenty-odd years of marriage. Despite the fact that she and Destiny's father, Glenn, had hoped and prayed for a sibling for their only daughter, it had never happened. Helene had even broken down once, tears of anguish filling her eyes with the frustration of not being able to bear another child.
So the thought of terminating this tiny little life was out of the question. There had to be a better option, she decided, as she hit the gas and made it through an amber light, then started south on the highway out of town.
She could give it up for adoption, she thought, squinting against the glare. She fished in the glove box for a pair of sunglasses with one hand while she drove, sliding the Ray-Bans onto her nose. She came up too fast on a hay truck, so she eased off the accelerator.
That's what she would do, right? Go to a lawyer and set up a ... oh, crap, that's what would happen after she had the baby. What about before? When she was hugely pregnant? She wouldn't be able to hide it for too many months. She was slim and a baby bump would be noticeable and ...
And there was the baby's father to deal with.
"Damn it." He would be a problem.
Or ... would he? There was a chance ... oh, dear Lord, no ... She swallowed back a new fear. Wouldn't let her mind travel down that dark, insidious path.
If only this were a dream. A really bad nightmare.
After turning on the radio, she played with the stations, heard bits of songs she didn't recognize, then clicked it off, all the while staring through the bug-splattered windshield, wondering what the hell she was going to do.
She glanced at her worried eyes in the rearview, but wasn't sure. Shouldn't she keep it? What was it the reverend had always told her in one of their counseling sessions? When she had a problem? To think about it. Yes. And pray. Talk it over with God.
"You're stronger than you know, Destiny," he'd said in his smooth voice, then gently touched her hair, letting his fingers slide down to the back of her neck before withdrawing his hand quickly. As if she'd burned him. Or as if he'd had a sudden attack of conscience. Or as if someone was coming up the stairs to this, his private office, located under the sharply pitched roof near the bell tower. And the stairs had squeaked, announcing the arrival of his wife.
As if she'd known.
Destiny took a breath. She would take his advice, talk things over with God and then decide how to handle the problem. No, not a problem. A baby wasn't a problem. This was just a situation. A "mere stumbling block in the road of life" was how the reverend would put it.
The fifty miles or so to Grizzly Falls went by in a blur of western Montana farmland, fences, grazing cattle and horses. She drove straight down the valley, turned toward the mountains, and didn't even remember crossing the bridge that spanned the Grizzly River.
She managed to make it home and avoid too many questions from her mother, who was canning peaches in the kitchen, before holing up in her bedroom. The house was hot and smelled of sugar, and Destiny flopped on her bed and tuned in to her private thoughts, talking with God a bit but still coming up with no answer.
She did arrive at a plan of action, however, so after a dinner of cold ham and potato salad, fresh peaches and cream, she told her folks she was going for a walk.
Her mother seemed worried, but didn't argue, just fanned herself with a leaflet the Jehovah's Witnesses had dropped by earlier in the week and sat in "her" recliner. Destiny's father was already tuned in to the television, the footrest of his La-Z-Boy already elevated, his reading glasses on the tip of his nose, newspapers spread on the table next to his chair and spilling onto the sculpted carpet Mom had picked out a year or so after Destiny had been born.
Another typical night at the Montclaire home.
Except that their only daughter was, as near as she could figure, about eight weeks pregnant. She wondered if there was some kind of app on her phone that would tell her precisely when she'd gotten pregnant.
That would help a lot.
By the time she set out, her parents barely looked up. The house was surrounded by the fields of neighboring spreads, and she set out across the Jones's south pasture. Until a few weeks earlier, the fenced acres had been covered with lush hay, green stalks that had shimmered silver in the breeze, but the crop had been harvested. Now, she trod across the sun-bleached stubble that remained.
At the far side of the field, she slipped through the sagging barbed wire, then headed into the woods. Familiar woods, a place she'd always thought of as a sanctuary. In the shade, the temperature dropped a bit, but the air was still warm. Dry. Smelling of pine and dust.
Out of sight of the windows of her parents' home, she studied the screen on her cell phone, sent out three texts, and called Donny.
As she waited for him to pick up, she listened to the sounds of the forest, the whisper of pine branches overhead, the flutter of birds amidst the trees, the soft chortles and chirps they emitted a balm to her fevered thoughts.
No answer. She didn't leave a voice message. Couldn't.
She glanced at the face of her phone and saw no quick responses to her texts.
Of course he was mad at her.
He was always mad lately.
She texted Donny next and told him she was heading to "their" spot up near the reservoir. She asked him to meet her or text her, then headed up the hiking trail that led over the hill. The trail was steep, a rigorous climb that took over twenty minutes, and she was sweating by the time she wound up the switchbacks to the ridge. From there, it was a quick climb down. She paused. Caught her breath. Gathered her courage. Noticed how dark the woods had become.
The sun had settled over the western mountains, and long shadows were fingering through the stands of pine, hemlock, and aspen. The birds had quieted, and there were a few bats swooping overhead. The silence was strange and ...
She turned at the sound of a twig breaking.
The hairs on the back of her nape lifted.
Nothing. It's nothing!
She squinted, her gaze racing from one thicket to the next, but nothing moved, no animal showed itself. Not even a rabbit or racoon stirred in the thickening umbra, at least none she could see.
Just your imagination.
You're freaked, that's it.
And yet suddenly she felt something wasn't quite right in this all-too-still forest, this place where she'd come for solace.
She bit her lip as she remembered every damned zombie, werewolf, and vampire movie on TV she'd ever watched about a girl alone in the wilderness.
Making one last sweep of the area and seeing nothing out of place, she continued, but goose bumps raised on the back of her arms, and she felt as if hidden eyes were following her every move.
She kept telling herself that over and over, but her willing mind went to images of snarling cougars and black bears, maybe wolves, too. Hadn't they been reintroduced or something? Hadn't she heard about that in school or something? And what about bobcats and ... oh, God, snakes. Rattlers. Hadn't her father told her they hunted at night? Or was she wrong?
Relax. You know this place. You've never encountered anything scarier than a porcupine waddling through the brush, right?
Nerves tight as bowstrings, she kept moving, deeper into the woods, her ears straining, her pulse pounding. She heard nothing more, no footfalls, no rustling through the undergrowth, no heavy breathing, but still she felt those eyes upon her.
As darkness encroached, she chanced the flashlight app on her cell phone to make certain she was sticking to the trail. Of course she was almost out of battery life, and she didn't want anyone or any thing to see her anyway, so she used the light sparingly as she made her way to the canyon floor.
She heard and smelled the creek before she saw it, a dark ribbon slicing through the woods. The path she was following downhill bled into a dusty trail that ran along the banks of the creek, which serpentined through this part of the canyon floor. When she reached the intersection, she turned upstream, walking quickly, hearing the water gurgle and splash over stones before it eddied in deeper pools, imagining the sound of footsteps following behind, though every time she stopped suddenly, she heard nothing.
She let out her breath.
You're an idiot. An idiot who has psyched herself out. This is all just because you're nervous, you know. No one is following you. No bloodthirsty creature is hunting you. No zombies are walking stiff-legged over this rough terrain. No, Destiny, the only freak out here tonight is you ... pregnant, stupid you.
So much for a mental pep talk, she thought as she continued. Through sparse pine and hemlock thickets, she made her way to the spot he'd agreed to meet her, where the trees gave way to a parking area, rarely used any longer, the gravel that had once covered the lot now choked with dry weeds.
Could she tell him?
Swallowing hard, she gathered her courage.
She wouldn't just blurt out that she was pregnant. No. She would measure how angry he was first and take it slow. Besides ... who could tell what he would do? And then there was her little lie ... well, make it a big lie. She licked her lips and almost turned around and ran, abandoning the meeting. Because of his lightning-quick temper ... maybe this wasn't the best plan.
Before she could decide, she heard the rumble of a large engine. Too late. Turning toward the access road, she saw the beams of headlights splashing against the trunks of the surrounding trees. Her heart went into overdrive. No, this was a bad idea. A really bad idea. He would go ballistic.
She should never have contacted him.
She wasn't ready to confess the truth. Reflexively, one hand went to her flat abdomen.
That was the problem; she often reacted before thinking things through. Wasn't that what Mom was always telling her?
This was wrong. All wrong. Meeting him up here alone with the coming night. No one knowing where they were. And it wasn't as if she could text or call as her cell needed charging. Stupid! It would have been smarter to risk a public scene, maybe give him the news at a coffee shop, or a park full of people or somewhere that was public, so he wouldn't ...
Oh, Destiny, what have you done? Do not tell him. Not tonight. Be nice, don't cause a fight. Remember, you broke up with him. You've got the upper hand. And he's majorly pissed off.
Maybe she could just take off, before he saw her.
The Jeep rolled to a stop and she was caught in the headlights.
She steeled herself and stepped out of the beams.
He let the Jeep idle, headlights illuminating a conical area in front of the rig as he stepped out. She saw him in the thin glow cast by the interior light, an alarm dinging to remind him that he hadn't turned out the headlights. No doubt about it. He was a big man. Muscular. Strong. A college athlete.
But he wouldn't be carrying a weapon, would he? He wouldn't bring a gun or a knife or ...
Every muscle in her body tightened as he slammed the door.
"Des?" he called, his voice a harsh whisper.
He saw her then and approached, dwarfing her. "What did you want?"
She couldn't do it; she couldn't tell him. Not about the baby. Not here. Not tonight. "I, um, thought we should talk."
"About what?" He was still angry, his words clipped.
"About you breaking up with me in a text? About that?" he guessed and yeah, he was pissed.
She shrank inwardly as he went on. "You know what? When it happened? When I got the text? I thought it was a joke, that someone had gotten your phone and fuckin' pranked me. Like it was real funny. Ha-ha-ha."
"It was a chicken-shit thing to do, Des," he charged, his voice a little higher as his anger increased. "By fucking text? Really? Fuck me!"
"I should have talked to you."
"Hell, yeah, you should have. But you didn't. Just fired off a chicken-shit text and ended it." He spat in the ground. "So what's this about, Des? Tonight? Why did you want to meet up here?"
She heard the derision in his voice, felt his fury radiating from him.
"Are you ... are you like trying to get back with me or something? Because no way. No damn way. It's over! Hear me?" He took a step toward her and she stood her ground, even though she was shrinking inside. She wasn't going to let him see that he frightened her.
"I just want to know why," she lied, knowing now she couldn't, wouldn't, dare tell him about the baby. Not here. Not alone. "Why you cheated, huh? With that girl at college, Veronica bitch or whatever?"
"I told you she meant nothing to me." But he was a little shocked at the turn in the conversation.
"Yeah, well, I heard you were staying over at her apartment, like, all the time." Her turn to be angry. "That you practically lived at her place."
"You want to go there, Des? Really? About seeing other people?" He was close now, looming over her.
Looking up, she could see his eyes for the first time, burning bright in his sockets, catching the light from the Jeep's headlights. "Because we both know that you've been slutting around."
"What? No! Who told you that?"
"I have friends down here," he snarled. "Don't you think they keep me informed, let me know what's what?" His jaw was tight, his teeth flashing white as he spoke.
She remembered seeing him so mad once he'd kicked a dent into the side of Emmett Tufts's Honda. Another time, he'd physically beat the crap out of Bryant Tophman for hitting on her at a party.
"Your friends lie."
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Love this series! Main Characters are outstanding! Also loved the BigFoot (it's one word just fyi) twist in the story line!
Always a great twist. Love Lisa Jackson books
Couldn’t put it down!
The plot is kind of interesting but the repeated (MANY TIMES!) misspelling of Bigfoot is increasingly annoying and distracting. Instead of building suspense due to the presence of a huge, hulking and ominous figure some think might be a Sasquatch, the imagery is of a giant cartoon foot, derailing any suspense that the author was trying to create. And it's a stupid mistake as ten seconds online would have given the correct spelling. I'm working on finishing the book but the real plot is kind of buried in the mental snicker every time this massive foot appears.
It was quite good! I enjoyed all of the stories taking place. Cannot wait to see what will become of Lucky and Bianca's relationship. Lives were changed!!!
Love this series. Kept me on edge til the end
I like the story line but there were so many characters/kids I had a hard time following it all.
Deputy Regan Pescoli and her daughter, Bianca, get involved in a murder investigation when Bianca stumbles over a corpse in the woods. But this won't be the only body. Regan is pregnant and close to going out on maternity leave. Emotional, exhausted, and still dealing with her ex-husband, the last thing she wants is to have to face another serial killer. And when media advances on the small town with a reality show, things only get worse. And someone ...or something ... is watching it all. Although part of a series, this one does okay as a stand alone. The plot seems complex and a bit hard to follow at times. There are so many characters, it's not always easy to see who they are and how they relate to the story. I spent some time backtracking on pages I'd already read. Being a huge Lisa Jackson fan, I was somewhat disappointed with this one, but not enough to put the book down and not finish. I'm accepting of the fact that any particular author may not be able to hit it out of the ballpark every time. Many thanks to the author / Kensington Books - Zebra / Netgalley for the digital copy. Opinions expressed here are unbiased and entirely my own.
Lisa Jackson never fails to bring me a book that is so suspenseful that you are guessing at every turn just who the "culprit" is. Expecting to Die was no different following Detectives Alvarez and Pescoli as they once again take on murders in Grizzly Falls. This time it hits close to home for Pescoli as her teenage daughter, Bianca is very involved. The timing for Pescoli couldn't be worse because she is mere weeks away from delivering her baby with Santana. Bianca's friends seem to be either murder victims or suspects and time is running out before Bianca herself is face to face with death. Will Alvarez and Pescoli be able to break the teenage silence code before another person turns up dead? This is another fast paced Lisa Jackson thriller that will keep you guessing until the very end. I received this book as an ARC from NetGalley for a freely given honest review.
Grizzly Falls, Montana seems to be a murder magnet. With more than one murder in the past that has been solved by Pescoli & Alvarez they are soon on the job again with a new body to find the murderer of. In this book Regan Pescoli is in her new home with Santana and very very pregnant. Alvarez is in a relationship that may or may not pan out. And, their job is to find the murderer of a female high school student found in the woods during a midnight game of hide and seek that may have included a Sasquatch. With all of the teens at the party potential suspects and obvious lies being told by most the hunt for the murderer is on. Before the end of the book a few more young women and a young man end up dead, a reality TV program begins filming, a kidnapping takes place, liars are thwarted and a baby is born. I love books by this author but this one did not grab me like her previous ones have. I am guessing that since the copy I read was an ARC the final version will be tighter, repetition will be deleted and the read will be better. I found it less believable and harder to follow the threads of than previous books but still a good read. I came away wondering if perhaps Alvarez might end up with Cooper Blackwater in a future book rather than with the man she is currently in a relationship with. I wanted to know more about Kayan Rule and some others on the police force. I felt sorry for the dysfunctional teens and many of their families living in Grizzly Falls. And, I wondered what the future holds in store for the main and supporting characters of this series. Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC. This is my honest review. 3.5 Stars