Louisiana Fever

Louisiana Fever

by D.J. Donaldson

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Two New Orleans investigators are up against an inhuman killer in this “sleek, fast-moving” mystery (Kirkus Reviews).
When criminal psychologist Kit Franklyn goes to meet an anonymous admirer, the date ends before it begins—as the man drops dead at her feet. Now, yet again, her evening’s companion is her bulky boss, chief medical examiner Andy Broussard.
Broussard deduces that the man died carrying a lethal pathogen comparable to the Ebola virus. And when another body is found with the same infection, the threat of a pandemic becomes all too real. But while the danger to the public must be contained, the threat is far more personal than Broussard or Franklyn realize. Because the carrier’s still out there—and he’s looking for Broussard.
“Entertains even as the gruesome death count mounts. . . . Against the humid, wild and funky Crescent City setting, Donaldson delivers some genuinely heart-stopping suspense.” —Publishers Weekly

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781938231339
Publisher: House of Stratus, Incorporated
Publication date: 04/15/2018
Series: The Andy Broussard/Kit Franklyn Mysteries , #5
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 278
Sales rank: 25,419
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

D.J. “Don” Donaldson was born in 1940 and is now a retired professor of anatomy and neurobiology. He holds a PhD in human anatomy and his entire academic career was spent at the University of Tennessee Health Science Center, where he published dozens of papers on wound-healing, and taught microscopic anatomy to thousands of medical and dental students.
Donaldson lives in Memphis, Tennessee, and is the author of five medical thrillers and seven forensic mysteries, the latter featuring the hugely overweight and equally brilliant New Orleans medical examiner, Andy Broussard, and his gorgeous psychologist sidekick, Kit Franklyn. Of these, it has been said that they contain “lots of Louisiana color, pinpoint plotting and two highly likable characters,” whilst the Los Angeles Times states “the autopsies are detailed enough to make Patricia Cornwell fans move farther south for their forensic fixes . . . Splendidly eccentric local denizens, authentic New Orleans and bayou backgrounds.”

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By D.J. Donaldson

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ISBN: 978-1-938231-33-9


Like the others, the single long-stemmed yellow rose had been waiting for her in the wicker basket under the mail drop when she'd arrived home from work. It was the third day in a row this had happened. Like the others, the rose was resting in white gift tissue in a slim white box tied with yellow ribbon. Unlike the others, the latest one had come with a note, neatly printed on a general-occasion card: "If you want to meet the one who's been sending the roses, come to Grandma O's restaurant at 1:00 P.M. tomorrow. Don't worry about a description. You'll know who I am."

There was, of course, no question she'd go. The mystery was far too tantalizing to ignore. And there was absolutely no danger involved, because the designated rendezvous was a restaurant where she ate lunch practically five days a week.

As Kit neared the restaurant, she'd just about decided this was a prank being played on her by Teddy LaBiche. How he'd managed it was a puzzle, though, because he lived 125 miles away in Bayou Coteau, where he had his alligator farm, and had been in Europe for the last three weeks, lining up buyers for his skins.

Kit paused in front of a mirrored window and dug in her purse. She applied a fresh coat of lip gloss and reset the faux tortoiseshell combs that kept her long auburn hair out of her eyes. She lingered a moment longer, appreciating how the spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose was less obvious in the cool seasons. Then it hit her. Grandma O ... That's how he could have done it, she thought, beginning to walk again.... And Bubba, her grandson. She smiled.... A conspiracy. Teddy had arranged it with Grandma O and was now back a few days early, waiting for her inside.

She detoured around a wad of gum on the sidewalk and hurried to the restaurant's front door, her heart high in her chest.

Most of the noon to 1:00 P.M. lunch crowd had already left, but there was a small queue of laggards at the register, where Grandma O was trying to get them out as quickly as possible.

The place was still about half-full, so it took Kit a moment to scan the occupied tables. Her eyes paused briefly at one in the back, where an older man dressed in jeans and a khaki-colored shirt with epaulets seemed unusually interested in her, then she moved on, still looking for Teddy.

But he wasn't there.

Her eyes went back to the man in the khaki shirt and she now saw that he was holding a long-stemmed yellow rose. Disappointed that Teddy wasn't at the bottom of this, she crossed the room. As she approached the man's table, he rose to greet her.

"Kit ..."

He spoke her name and hesitated, taking her in. He looked to be around sixty years old—disheveled white hair, heavy salt-and-pepper eyebrows shielding deep-set eyes, skin with a texture that looked as though it had seen a lot of sun and wind but that now had a pasty color. And there was a sheen of perspiration at his hairline, though the restaurant wasn't hot. Suddenly, his eyes glazed, and his mouth froze in an O.

His right hand came up and grabbed Kit's wrist as his knees buckled. He went down, yawing to the left, and hit the edge of the table, rocking it off its pedestal, pulling Kit after him.

Kit saw him slide down the tilted table in slow motion, pursued by the container of sugar and artificial sweetener and the napkin dispenser. Her own face was heading for the tabletop. A scant second before she hit it, she turned her head.

A megawatt arc light went on inside her skull. Then her mains blew.

She was out only briefly, and when her eyes opened, the world was clad in blue-and-white stripes.

She was sliding sideways.

The stripes began moving, slipping past her eyes until they abruptly changed direction, to run perpendicular to their original course.

A shirt cuff.

"Are you all right?" a voice said.

She turned onto her back and looked up into a face sporting a mustache with bread crumbs caught in it.

"I think so...."

Behind him, she caught a glimpse of Grandma O's worried face, her dark eyes glittering. Then she disappeared.

"Maybe you shouldn't get up."

"No ... I can manage."

"You sure?"


And she wasn't just being optimistic, because, with the man's help, she was soon on her feet, her hold on consciousness unwavering.

"Doesn't look like he's doing well," the man said, looking behind her.

Grandma O rarely wore anything but black taffeta, which magnified her already-considerable bulk and made her sound as though she was passing through a field of dry weeds wherever she went. When Kit turned, she saw her draped over the fallen man like a great bat, performing CPR.

"Has anyone called nine-one-one?" Kit asked.

"On the way," Grandma O said, bending to give the man another breath.

Though the stricken man had said only one word to her, Kit felt a pang of responsibility for him, and here she was standing by, doing nothing to help.... But what was there to do? And so she did all she could, silently urging the man to breathe on his own.

The minutes inched by without any encouraging signs. Finally, in the distance, a siren, then closer ... a green-and-white ambulance outside.

A female white-shirted medic in blue pants charged through the door, her male partner close behind, pulling a stretcher loaded with equipment.

"We'll take over now," the female said, helping Grandma O to her feet. "How long's he been out?"

"Maybe ten minutes," Grandma O said.

"He eaten anything?"

Learning that he hadn't, the medic grabbed a shoulder bag from the stretcher and dropped to her knees beside the victim's head. In seconds, she had a mask strapped to his face. While she gave him air by squeezing a blue bag attached to the mask, her partner grabbed a shoulder bag and a cardiac monitor from the stretcher and hurried to the victim's other side. He pushed the fallen table away with his foot, knelt, and ripped the victim's shirt open. He turned on the monitor and clapped two paddles to the exposed skin.

The monitor showed only a flat line, a permanent copy of the bad news issuing from the monitor on a paper tongue.

The medic gave it a name. "He's in fine v. fib."

He removed the paddles from the victim's chest, rubbed a jelly onto their contact surface, and slapped them back against the victim's skin. He nudged a dial on one of the paddles and pushed a button. The paddles gave off a barely audible buzz that gradually grew louder. A tiny red light on each paddle flicked on.


The victim bucked under the jolt of current and the air was filled with the smell of burning hair. Seeing the same flat line on the screen, the medic nudged the dial on his paddle. The buzz returned, escalated, and the red lights winked on.


The victim bucked again, more violently, but the heart refused to kick in.

Another nudge of the dial.

A third, even more powerful shock, lifted the victim off the floor, but still the heart resisted. By now, the smell of singed hair was so sickening, most of the bystanders had moved back. Having smelled far worse odors at crime scenes she'd attended with her boss, and feeling linked to the victim, Kit held her ground. The medic looked up at her, holding out an IV bag. "Take this and stand right here."

Happy to be helping, Kit moved closer and took the bag from him.

"I need somebody to do chest compression," the female medic announced, her voice filled with urgency.

Grandma O and a man who wouldn't take up nearly as much space at the victim's side as she would stepped forward simultaneously. The medic chose the man, her decision generating a hard look from Grandma O.

The medic working the monitor slipped a needle into a vein in the front of the victim's elbow. He attached the IV tube and taped it in place. He then discharged the contents of a preloaded syringe into a port on the downstream side of the bag. The heart shock paddles had also been serving as temporary leads conveying the victim's heart rhythms to the monitor. The medic now switched to the regular leads, sticking them to the victim's chest.

The monitor showed only the same flat line as before. Continuing to stare at the pattern that wasn't changing, the male medic said, "Anyone know this man?"

No one spoke up, so Kit said, "We were talking, but I didn't really know him."

"What happened?"

"When I approached the table, he stood up, said my name ... then dropped."

"You wouldn't know, then, if he's had heart trouble or what kind of medication he might be taking?"

"No, I wouldn't."

Precious seconds passed, their flight marked by the rubbery squish of the ventilator bag and the volunteer counting off each chest compression. Yet the medic just stared at the monitor. Mesmerized by the struggle playing out before them, no one in the crowd moved. Finally, when Kit was about to suggest he do something, the medic shocked the heart again, still without success.

On the opposite side, the female medic removed the victim's face mask and passed a long plastic tube into his mouth. She attached the blue bag to that and ventilated him twice while listening to his chest. Apparently satisfied that the tube was properly placed, she taped the tube to the victim's face and signaled for her volunteer to resume chest compression.

The medic at the monitor emptied another syringe into the IV port. He waited a short time, then shocked the heart again. Despite Kit's wishes, the line on the monitor remained infuriatingly flat. The medic produced a radio.

"Charity Med Control. This is Unit Six-two-oh-one, on the scene. Patient is a white male, approximately sixty years of age, found in full arrest. ACLS protocols implemented and IV going. Patient remains in fine v. fib. Any further orders?"

"Load and go."

"En route. ETA three to five minutes."

The medics strapped their patient to a stiff slab of yellow plastic and loaded him onto the stretcher. They put the IV bag Kit had been holding under his head, thanked everybody for their help, and whisked him away.

Kit was ashamed of the relief she felt at his departure.

The knot of people who'd been watching broke up and went back to their tables, buzzing about what they'd seen—all of them except for a woman in a green cotton jogging outfit that, given her age and shape, likely hadn't been doing much jogging. She came over and shook her finger at Grandma O.

"That was very foolish of you ... giving that man CPR with your mouth on his. You don't know what he's been doing with that mouth or what bugs he might have."

"Well, it's like dis," Grandma O said. "Ah lef' mah face mask an' ventilator bag in mah other purse an' Ah jus' los' mah head. Besides, ain't no bug got the nerve to try anything on me."

From the look on the woman's face, she didn't know what to make of Grandma O. But then, few people did. As the woman moved off, Grandma O turned to Kit.

"When he came in, he said he was waitin' for somebody, but Ah didn't know it was you."

"Someone sent me a yellow rose on Monday with no note attached. The same thing happened Tuesday. Yesterday, one came with a message that the sender would be here today if I wanted to meet him."

"He looked too old for you. Now, if he'd sent me dose roses ..."

"But like I told the medic, I've never even seen the man before."

"Child, dis can't be da first time a man you'd never noticed tried to get your attention."

"No ... but this one seemed different."

"'Cause of his age?"

"More than that."

"Ah don' guess anybody ever died on you like dat before."

"You ... don't think he'll make it?"

Grandma O walked over and picked up the yellow rose Kit's mysterious admirer had dropped. She came back and handed it to her. "Ah hope Ah'm wrong, but Ah think dis is da las' rose he'll ever buy."


Having no appetite for lunch, yet too keyed up to go back to her office in Charity Hospital, Kit lingered at the restaurant, wanting to talk more with Grandma O about what had happened. But Grandma O had customers to deal with. So instead, Kit carried the yellow rose down to the river and watched the ship and barge traffic for a while from a bench in front of the aquarium, spending most of that time reliving those awful moments at the restaurant and wondering what it all meant.

Finally, deciding that enough time had passed for the mystery man to get to the hospital and be checked in, she headed back to her office to see what she could find out about his condition.

Twenty minutes later, as she got off the elevator on her floor, she ran into her boss, Andy Broussard, chief medical examiner of Orleans Parish, waiting to get on.

Because he was so overweight, if you saw him coming down the street and didn't know him, you'd probably think he wasn't very healthy. But when he got close and you could see that above his gray beard, his skin had a robust glow, you might reconsider. And if you'd ever seen him climb a ladder to rescue the odd cat that had become stuck in a tree in his yard or to put a baby bird back in its nest, you'd know you were wrong. Kit hadn't actually seen one of those ladder rescues firsthand, but Charlie Franks, the deputy ME, had slides of him doing it, so Kit didn't believe Broussard's denials that he ever did such things. Aside from his surprising agility, the most remarkable thing about him was his mind, which was so sharp, Kit was still intimidated by him, though she'd played a major role in solving more than one case since she'd arrived.

"Heard you had some excitement," he said.

"Who told you that?"

"Grandma O."

Ignoring what he'd probably been told, Kit poured out her own version of the story, finishing by saying, "... and when they took him away, it didn't look like he was going to make it."

Broussard tilted his chin and examined her through the tops of his glasses. "He didn't."

"How do you know?"

"He's downstairs, in the morgue."

"Who is he?"

Broussard shrugged. "Beats me. I haven't actually seen him yet, but Guy said he had no ID on him. I told Phillip about the situation...."

Kit briefly wondered which Phillip he meant, then realized it had to be Phil Gatlin, Broussard's longtime friend in Homicide.

"He went over to the restaurant to see if the victim had come by car, thinkin' he might get a line on his identity that way, but he just called sayin' every car in the lot was accounted for."

"Jesus, you two work fast."

"We're old, but we're good. I'm on my way downstairs now to see what killed this fellow."

"I'd like to know that myself," Kit said. "Will you let me know when you find out?"

He nodded and slipped a lemon ball into his mouth from the linty cache in the pocket of his lab coat. He offered her a wrapped one from the other pocket, a ritual that had become so commonplace, the transfer was made without comment. "Should take about an hour and a half."

Kit went to her office and put the yellow rose in a badly chipped bud vase she'd been meaning to replace for months. She then tried to pick up the project she'd been working on that morning, construction of a psychological autopsy on a nineteen-year-old male who'd shot himself in the head in front of his buddy. They'd bought the gun, a .38 Smith & Wesson, at a pawnshop because his buddy'd had his car hijacked at gunpoint and felt he needed protection to keep it from happening again. The victim had loaded the gun, pointed it at his head, said, "Life sucks," and pulled the trigger.

But nothing else about the guy sounded like a potential suicide. He had plans for the future and hadn't been depressed. Something wasn't right.

She looked at the police report in front of her. Except for an empty chamber at the nine o'clock position, the gun had been fully loaded. Why the empty chamber when there were extra rounds still in the box?

Her concentration wavered as she saw again the pallid complexion of the man stricken at Grandma O's—his surprised expression before he went down, the flat line on the cardiac monitor.

As Broussard left the elevator, he felt a twinge around the knife scar on his side. It'd been a little over a year since that dreadful affair, and except for an occasional sad thought about the cause of it all and an ache in the scar just before a rain, he'd fully recovered.


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Louisiana Fever 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
evfamcomp More than 1 year ago
I continue to be amazed with Don Donaldson’s books.  This story involving Andy Broussard, Medical Examiner and Kit Franklyn, Forensic Psychologist takes a new turn in the CSI series.  While investigating a bizarre hemorrhagic death, more related deaths start appearing in the morgue.  Kit and Teddy begin searching for clues about the strange man who died at Grandma O’s. They end up at the docks in New Orleans without finding any answers, only more questions.  Kit disappears, followed soon by Teddy’s disappearance.  Dr. Andy is very concerned.  In addition to this, he is stricken with concern about the sudden illness of his morgue assistant; it is the same as his previous patient’s death.  Now there is evidence that this disease is more threatening and other specialists become involved trying to identify the cause.  Multiple personality issues arise during this disease investigation as egos collide.  Dr. Andy cooperates to a degree, and strikes out on his own finding some answers that build upon those found by his nemesis.  During all of this, Kit and Teddy are in jeopardy for their lives. When Andy suddenly comes down with the bizarre disease, well, my stomach took a tumble.  The clues are there.   It is yet another example of how this author can write completely different stories with the same characters and odd medical mysteries and not lose my interest.  I just kept turning the pages without taking very many breaks.  Some things are a given in series books: the major characters end up in some kind of danger.  This series has not had repeat types of situations.  There is character growth and after this book I will enjoy seeing if the changes stick.
TheBibliophilicBookBlog More than 1 year ago
LOUISIANA FEVER is the fifth book in the Andy Broussard/Kit Franklyn Mystery series. It is the first book in this series which I’ve read and I was immediately entranced. I liked the detail and care which went into the scientific and medical aspects of the case. Some details may be too gruesome for the average mystery lover, but it added a depth and realism I enjoyed. When Psychologist Kit Franklyn decides to meet the mysterious stranger who had been leaving her roses, he drops dead after saying her name. Medical Examiner Andy Broussard determines the mystery man died of a hemorrhagic virus similar to Ebola. As more bodies are laid at the feet of this deadly virus, the threat of an epidemic is looming over the department. As Kit delves further into this case, she sets herself in the sights of a killer. LOUISIANA FEVER is an action-fueled mystery, beautifully drenched in the atmosphere of New Orleans. The characters were complex and I didn’t feel lost at all for not having read the first four books in the series. I’m looking forward to reading the other books in the series, especially if LOUISIANA FEVER is any indication of the author’s steady, detailed, and creative writing skill.
Old_Surfer More than 1 year ago
Will definitely be purchasing more of D. J. Donaldson's series set in the New Orleans coroner's office.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a fantastic book for anyone who loves to watch CSI, Law & Order, Discovery Health. I'm a medical forensics nut, but not only does this book provide some great medical mysteries, it also has well developed characters and the author describes scenery so that you can visualize what you are reading very well. It's hard to put this book down!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read Louisiana Fever and Sleeping with the Crawfish and they were both very good books. They were informative and well written. Once I started the books I was unable to put the them down until I had finished them. I hope Mr. Donaldson will continue writing about the characters of Andy Broussard and Kit Franklyn as they are a good team. I recommend these books to anyone who enjoys mysteries and stories that take place in New Orleans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've really enjoyed this whole series!!!
ConfuzzledShannon More than 1 year ago
Kit Franklyn gets mysterious phone call to meet someone who dies at the beginning of their meeting. Finding out who he was eventually leads to her kidnapping and the spread of a nasty killer virus. As her friends fight to find her, others have to fight for their own lives as well. I have not read any books from this series before and did not feel that they have to be read in order. From the first moment the book grabs you as the deadly virus spreads through town. You biting your nails waiting as they try to determine how the virus spreads and then adding on to the tension there are kidnappings. I give this three stars even though the story grabs you there is a big no no for me. As the kidnapped escapes it is glazed over by saying it would take to long to explain how one of the characters got free. It is literally describes “It would take to long to explain”. I understand it may be hard to get the story where you want to but that just seems lazy. Even though I have that one beef with the story I still enjoyed most of it and I would consider reading another from the series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Didn't finish and fact it was written pre cell phones should have been revealed
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be much better than the two previous books in the series. The plot was just more interesting and it didn't drag. I look forward to reading the rest of the series
JBronder More than 1 year ago
Kit has been receiving yellow roses from a stranger for a couple days. She is on the way to meet this stranger at Grandma O’s restaurant. While there, an older gentleman says her name then collapses. His is pronounced dead and sent to the morgue. Kit is very curious at who he is since he knew her name and had a picture of both of her parents. Broussard is the one working the autopsy of the guy when his assistant cuts herself. It doesn’t seem like a big deal until he starts looking at the body and finds strange lesions on the organs. When another guy is found with the same lesions and his assistant falls ill, Broussard knows he is in deep trouble. But when Kit goes missing, things get ramped up. Now Broussard is in a race to find the cause of the bleeding dead and find Kit before she falls victim to that or kidnappers. I admit that this is the first book of DJ Donaldson that I have read. All I can say is WOW! I instantly got sucked into the story, I was on pins and needles waiting to find out the cause, and I was wracked with nerves waiting for them to find Kit and Teddy. The only thing that I was disappointed in was the ending. Don’t get me wrong, I loved how the mystery was wrapped up. I was just disappointed in Kit. I understand that she has been through this whole kidnapping ordeal and everything is off kilter. I was upset with how she treats her parents and Teddy. Having said that, this was a great book. If you like mysteries, this is one book that you don’t want to miss. Now I’m going to go and get the rest of this series so I can find out how this started. I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Kit Franklin receives an invitation to meet a mysterious admirer at Grandma O's Restaurant. She is curious because the unknown suitor has been sending roses to her for three straight days. When Kit arrives at the restaurant, she is greeted by a sixtyish stranger who speaks her name and then promptly collapses. The man later dies in a hospital of unknown causes.Then Kit disappears and the authorities suspect she is a kidnap victim. On one level this book is about greed and the harm caused by families trying too hard to bury secrets from the past. There are just enough strands to the story to make it interesting but not too confusing.
kimmythegreat More than 1 year ago
**Book provided by the author for an honest review** This story follows a medical examiner, Andy Broussard, and his colleague, and friend, Kit Franklyn, a criminal psychologist in New Orleans. After a man collapses and dies right in front of Kit in a restaurant after arranging to meet her there, the mystery begins. Not only is Kit baffled about who he is and why he wanted to meet her, Andy's autopsy on the man reveals strange findings that don't fit. During Kit's investigation to find out who this man was and where he came from, she is lead to the docks and questioning the shipyard workers in hopes they know him. Along for the ride, Teddy, Kit's boyfriend, accompanies her to head the investigation. While they are still trying to figure what the "John Doe" died from, another body comes in with the same findings. During the autopsy an assistant cuts herself and is exposed to the corpse's bodily fluids. Kit goes missing, and Andy is none the wiser of the true nature of these deaths. The story only continues to get more complicated and bizarre and will blow your mind! As a first time reader of this author and also this series, I felt pretty in tune with the characters, even though I did not know their beginnings/background. As I was introduced to Kit, she lives in a mansion rent free for three years thanks to a friend of a friend who's going to be out of the country for that period. Along with her dog, Lucky, they are anxiously awaiting her boyfriend, Teddy. Teddy seems like a pretty decent guy. Teddy seems to truly care for Kit, and they have a wonderful relationship. The only part I had a negative reaction to is when Kit fed her dog Lucky grapes.......the veterinary technician in me winced hard! The supporting characters in the book were very colorful and even lovable at times. Grandma O and her grandson, Bubba, the owner of Grandma O's restaurant, were so sweet and caring, especially toward Kit and Andy, and it was pretty endearing. Also the fact that Grandma O has visions is an awesome twist! Go Grandma!! Nick Lawson, crime reporter for the Times-Picayune, came off sleezy at first but then redeems himself in the end of the book with his heroics, so I wouldn't walk the other way when I saw him coming anymore. :) Natalie and Guy, the medical examiner's assistants contribute a lot to the storyline, but I didn't get much personal background on them to be able to love or hate them. They were just there, did their job and were ok. Of course, I sympathized with them when tragedy struck, so I guess that says something. The simple fact that this book followed a medical examiner, so most of the time they were in a hospital setting, was pretty fascinating and intriguing. I was able to follow the autopsy with the medical examiner and listen to his inner thoughts when trying to figure out what was going on, and that came across very realistic with regard to the knowledge and workings of a real medical examiner. The build up of trying to find Kit and Teddy and to put the pieces together with the deaths was excruciatingly painful at times! Sometimes, I did feel like there was too much detail which, in turn, made it feel like the climax took longer, but as I neared the end, I realized if it hadn't been written like that, it wouldn't have felt realistic anymore. I really enjoyed the story and it's characters! I think this guy should write CSI episodes 'cause he seems more knowledgeable than the people that write for that show now!