The suspense begins with a phone call and leads forensic sculptor Eve Duncan onto the harrowing trail of a killer that even the most cold-blooded killers fear to face.
No one leaves this game alive
Her skill in identifying murder victims was worldrenowned, but Eve Duncan worked only for law enforcement and the families of innocent victims. The man on the other end of the phone was anything but law-abiding or innocent. She’d already turned down his offer twice, but the third time it comes with a grisly warning. Forced to accept, Eve will leave everything and everyone she loves to travel alone to the luxurious armed compound of one of the world’s most wanted criminals to identify a skull he’s recovered. She’s agreed to this devil’s bargain to save an innocent family, but also for a reason she can’t admit to the police, to the CIA, to anyone. For the man in the Colombian jungle promises Eve what she wants most of all—the key to solving the most painful mystery of her past.
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Iris Johansen is the New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, and No One to Trust. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia.
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By Iris Johansen
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The phone was ringing.
Ignore it, Eve told herself, her fingers moving swiftly on the skull reconstruction she'd given the name of Marty. She could call whoever it was back when she was through working. The phone was set for speaker and she could pick up if it was Joe or Jane. She was getting too close to that important last step in the sculpting.
On the sixth ring the answering machine picked up.
"I need to speak to you. Answer the phone, Ms. Duncan."
She froze, her fingers stopped in midstroke. Luis Montalvo. Though she had spoken to him only twice that faint accent was unmistakable.
"I know you're there. You haven't left that cottage in the last week." His voice became faintly mocking. "Your dedication is admirable and I understand you're brilliant at your job. I look forward to having both focused soon on my behalf." He paused. "Do pick up the phone. I'm not accustomed to being ignored. It upsets me. You don't want to upset me."
And she didn't want to pick up the phone. He might jar her out of the zone of feverish intensity she needed when she was working this close to completion. Dammit, she had hoped he wouldn't call her again after she'd turned him down when he'd phoned her the last time, over a week ago.
"I won't give up, you know."
No, he probably wouldn't. Montalvo had been polite during the first call and evenafter she'd refused his offer, the second time he'd phoned he'd displayed no anger. His voice had been smooth and soft, almost regretful, yet there had been a note beneath that velvet courtesy that had puzzled her. It had made her uneasy then but tonight it filled her with impatience. She had no time for this now. Marty was waiting.
She strode across the room and picked up the phone. "Montalvo, I'm very busy. You've had your answer. Don't call me again."
"Ah, how delightful to hear your voice. I knew you wouldn't be so rude as to leave me hanging on that dreadful answering device. I hate impersonal machines. I'm a man of emotion and passion and they offend me."
"I really don't want to hear what you love or hate. I don't care. I want to get off this phone and forget you exist."
"I realize that sad fact. You're absorbed in your latest reconstruction, of that boy found buried in Macon. Have you named him yet? I understand you name all the skulls you work on."
She stiffened. "How did you know that?"
"I know everything about you. I know you live with a Detective Joe Quinn of the Atlanta Police Department. I know you have an adopted daughter, Jane MacGuire. I know you're possibly the best forensic sculptor in the world. Shall I go on?"
"That could all be public record. And how did you know about the boy murdered in Macon?"
"I have many, many contacts around the world. Do you want to know who killed him? I could find out for you."
"I don't believe you."
"Because you're not even in this country. You're a scumbag of an arms peddler and you live in Colombia where you can hide out and deal your poison to the highest bidder."
He chuckled. "I do like frankness. Very few women I know are willing to tell me the truth as they see it."
"Then I'm grateful to not be one of the women you 'know,' you sexist bastard. If I were, I'd probably be tempted to cut your nuts off."
"Such violence, such passion. I believe we're very much alike, Ms. Duncan."
"No way." She drew a deep breath. "The answer is still no. I've no intention of coming down there and doing your reconstruction."
"You were very polite and businesslike, almost sympathetic, when I first made you the offer. The second time you were much more curt. I suppose you had Joe Quinn check me out?"
"Yes, of course. I don't deal with crooks and murderers."
"Everyone deals with whoever can make them the best bargain."
"I told you the last time that I wasn't interested in any of your fat fees."
"And I was duly impressed. I don't believe I've ever had anyone turn down a million dollars for a few days' work."
"Not true. All my cash is very well laundered."
"I thought you'd accepted that I wouldn't work for you."
"Because I didn't argue with you? I don't believe in spinning my wheels. I just go away and find another lure. It took almost a week for me to decide what that would be."
"I'm convinced you'll be my guest in a very short time."
"That would spoil the surprise. I like to see a plan unfold like a beautiful night flower."
"You mentioned Joe and my adopted daughter. You touch them and I'll kill you."
"That violence again." His tone was amused. "I'd never be that stupid. That would be the trigger that would send you into the fray to take me down. I want your cooperation."
"I'm hanging up."
"Very well. I just wanted to offer you the opportunity to change your mind. It would make me happy if you would come to me for mercenary reasons. Much less stressful for all of us."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Heavens, no. You'd know it if I were doing that. There would be no question. Won't you come and make me happy and become rich in the process?"
"Too bad." He sighed. "Good night." He hung up.
Eve slowly pressed the disconnect button. He had said he wasn't threatening her, but what else could she call it? It was subtle, but the threat was all the more chilling for the casual, understated way it was delivered. He'd been so calm when she'd turned down his offer that she'd honestly thought he'd accepted her refusal and was out of her life. It was clear she'd been wrong.
Should she call Joe and tell him Montalvo was still on the scene?
And have him think she was worried and rush home from the precinct?
She wasn't worried. She was uneasy. Montalvo had said her family was safe and she believed him. As he had perceived, any danger to them would have made her angry and rebellious. He'd made no direct threat at all and he might just be trying to intimidate her into doing his job.
Yet he'd seemed to know entirely too much about her movements. Was she being watched?
Yes, she'd definitely tell Joe. But there was no use in alarming him right now. She'd tell him tonight when he came home for dinner. Okay, so she wanted to get back to Marty and she was afraid talking to Joe about Montalvo would keep her from doing it. She wasn't about to let Montalvo disturb her concentration on her work. That slimeball would probably enjoy the thought that he could control her to that extent. He might even call her again and try to reinforce that control. She'd be damned if she'd let him. She turned off the house phone and then her cell phone before moving back toward the reconstruction on the easel across the room.
Block Montalvo out of her thoughts. Think of Marty and the chance to bring him home. Think of the boy who'd been murdered and buried and left alone with no name or place.
That was better. Montalvo's words were blurring, fading away as she began to work.
Talk to me, Marty. Help me to bring you home. . . .
"Pity." Montalvo looked down at the phone. "I was hoping she'd give in to greed like a normal person. It's easy to be noble for an hour, a day, but then they start to think and perhaps dream a little. A week should have whetted her appetite and made her start making excuses why she should take the job."
"Not everyone thinks that money is the be-all and end-all of everything, Montalvo," Soldono said.
Montalvo smiled. "Almost everyone. It's unfortunate that Eve Duncan is in the minority." He rose from the carved chair at the head of the dining table. "Oh, well. One must make adjustments."
Soldono tensed. "Don't do it, Montalvo."
"She's giving me little choice. You're giving me little choice. You didn't talk to her, did you?" He shook his head. "I told you what you had to do but you were looking for an out. I can see you scrambling frantically to avoid bringing her into the picture until time got away from you. Well, that time has come."
"Why her?" Soldono asked. "There's a fine forensic sculptor in Rio de Janeiro. Use him."
"Sanchez?" Montalvo shook his head. "Technically brilliant but he's not what I want."
"Eve Duncan is an American citizen and she's known and respected by every police department on the planet. She turned down your money and you'll be stirring up a hornet's nest if you try to force her."
"And you wouldn't like that. The CIA tries to be very low-key these days."
"Let me try to get Sanchez for you."
"You don't understand."
"Then tell me."
He gazed musingly down at the depths of the wine in his glass. "It's a matter of passion."
"I told Eve Duncan that I was a man of passion. It's true."
Soldono hadn't noticed any emotion in Montalvo, much less a passion. The man was brilliant, innovative, and he kept any feelings or thoughts hidden behind that faintly mocking smile. "Why Eve Duncan?" he repeated.
"She has passion too. I've studied her file and nothing could be clearer. It's like a whirlwind spinning around her. She grew up on the streets with a drug addict for a mother and gave birth to an illegitimate child as a teenager. She turned her life around and went back to school and became a model mother. Then her daughter was kidnapped and presumably killed, but the body was never found. Instead of being crushed, the lady became a forensic sculptor and tried to bring closure to other parents by identifying the remains of their missing children."
"I know all that," Soldono said impatiently.
"You know the facts but you've never studied Eve Duncan the way I have. I believe I may know her better than she knows herself. I know what drives her. I know what makes her tick."
"Yeah, sure." He couldn't keep the sarcasm from his tone. "Passion?"
"Don't underestimate it. Da Vinci had it. Michelangelo had it. It's the difference between art and creation. Eve Duncan has it." His tone was smooth but hard. "And that's why I have to have her. Don't try to pawn anyone else off on me."
"Find another way. You promised me that you'd–"
"And I'd keep my promise if you'd kept yours." His tone was threaded with mockery as he continued, "But since the lady is not being accommodating, I must have cooperation from someone. You can see that, can't you?"
Montalvo's smile faded. "Then your vision had better improve quickly. I told you yesterday that if I didn't get the answer I wanted, then I'd move. You obviously chose to think I wasn't serious. I'll give you another four hours to persuade her, Soldono. No more, no less." He looked at his watch. "Ten tonight."
"I can't strike a bargain like that."
"Of course you can. Don't bullshit me. You do it all the time. A life for a life." He turned away. "Finish your dinner. The tiramisu is magnificent. The chef will be upset if you don't try it."
Soldono was seething with frustration as he watched him walk away. Sleek, graceful, and as dangerous as a stick of dynamite too near the flames. Bastard.
Would he do it?
Why was he even questioning it? Montalvo didn't bluff and he would carry out any threat he made in exactly the method he'd outlined.
He had four hours.
He'd hoped to find a way to stop Montalvo without involving Eve Duncan but time had run out. But was it to his advantage to make a trade for the woman? Why not let it go? He had to be sure it was worth it.
He reached for his phone and quickly dialed.
"Montalvo's given me four hours. Dammit, he'll do it. How the hell am I supposed to stop him?"
Venable was silent for a moment. "It's time you offered Eve Duncan a choice."
"Some choice. Okay, I'm on it. I'll call you back when I get through." He hung up and looked in his book for Eve Duncan's phone number.
"Jane called me," Joe said as he came into the cottage two hours later. "She tried to reach you but she couldn't do it. She said she'd made reservations for us at the Doubletree in Phoenix and that I was to remind you that the show was this Saturday." He smiled. "I told her that there was a fairly good chance that you'd remember."
"What?" She tried to shift her attention away from the skull. It was like fighting her way through a thick fog. "Of course I remembered." Eve managed to tear her gaze away from Marty. "It's a very important show for Jane. I wouldn't miss it. She should know that."
"Yeah." He went over to the phone and turned it back on. "She also knows that you've been working day and night to finish that reconstruction."
"Marty is difficult." She looked back at the reconstruction of the eight-year-old boy. At least, the forensic team's estimate was eight years. "I had to practically put his splintered facial bones back together before I could begin work."
"Do we have a clue who he is yet?"
She shrugged. "You know I never look at police files before I finish the reconstruction. The Macon police have photos of children who disappeared around the time that they estimate the boy was killed. We'll see if we have a resemblance."
She grimaced. "Come on. The DNA labs are so backed up with current murders that they're not going to be in any hurry to process a five-year-old cold case." She pushed the hair back from her forehead. "But if I do a good enough job I have a chance to bring him home."
"You'll do a good job," Joe said. "But not if you get so tired you lose judgment." He headed for the kitchen. "Did you eat dinner?"
"I think so . . . I don't remember."
"Then we'll assume that you didn't. I'll warm up the beef stew in the refrigerator and put some garlic bread in the oven. That means you have fifteen minutes to clean up your studio and wash up."
"I can catch something later."
"Now." He opened the refrigerator. "Scoot."
She hesitated. Montalvo. She'd meant to tell him about the call from Montalvo as soon as he came in but it didn't seem important now. As she'd worked on the skull, everything had faded but the reality of the work itself. Marty was important. The other lost children were important. She'd tell Joe about Montalvo later. "I should finish tonight. I want to do the computer three-D image before we leave for Phoenix."
"The boy's been dead for five years. He can wait a little while longer." He glanced at her over his shoulder. "No arguments, Eve. I let you wear yourself into the ground because you give me no choice, but not this time. You'll have a fight on your hands. I'd bet you've lost five pounds this week."
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In the book Stalemate, the book focuses in on a woman named Eve Duncan. Eve Duncan's daughter Bonnie, has gone missing and could possibly be dead or in a fatal state. Luis Montalvo has contacted Bonnie, and he wants her to help him by using her amazing forensic skills and knowledge to help him on his reconstruction process. Even though she doesn't want to help him personally, she wants to find her daughter. I thought that this book would be an excellent book to read if you like suspense and mystery books. The criteria involved in the book is one that I'm sure a plethora of people enjoy to pick up. It is also a great book of conflict as many dilemmas appear. I believe that it might not have been the best book of the Eve Duncan series, in my opinion. Some of the other books seem to have caught my attention more as I was reading. Even though this might not have been my favorite, I would still recommend this book to anyone looking for a book, or you like Iris Johansen. It is certainly a book I would talk about and tell others around me about. There are some parts of the book that are a bit more dry than others, but once you pick this book up, you can't put it down. I spend hours reading this book and had a hard time putting it down when I had to. Whenever I got the chance, I read more of this Eve Duncan thriller. It is suspenseful, and will give you a major thrill. I can think of plenty of moods and topics presented in this book. Suspense, thrill, romance, and even action will send you through a loop. Iris Johansen is one of the few amazing authors that you love every one of their books. This book is written by one of those authors, that makes you want the book to go on forever. Visit Barnes and Noble, or any book store for that matter, to pick up a copy. I can assure you it will give you the thrill of a lifetime in every chapter. You can't pass up a book like this. Stalemate, by Iris Johansen, is a book that you absolutely need to read. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
I would say that Stalemate is worth getting from your library. However, don't bother buying it. The book is OK but the plot isn't perticularly good. It can be hard to tell which parts are from which character's piont of view. However the story line is interesting because a lot of it takes place in the Columbian Jungle. It is about a drug lord, a weopons dealer, and a forensic sculptor. the forensic sculptor, who herself lost a child is hired by montalvo to provide proof that a skull he found is that of his wife whom was killed by the drugs lord. In a battle that is both physical and emotional she must choose between her lost daughter, bringing an innocent woman to justice, and Joe Quinn, a good friend. the book stays suspenseful to the end and always has a suprisse even if it is confusing. I rate it 4 out of 5.
My good friend told me about this book, since she knew I got "hooked" on the field of forensic medicine after watching a certain tv show. Tv is fine, but for me nothing is better than a good novel that can weave a story around a subject that I'm interested in. Anyway I thought "Stalemate" was a fantastic novel and the forensic professor Eve Duncan was just the character I was looking for to keep me hooked on the field of forensic science. I was thrilled with the author's detailed descriptions of this field and way she just pulled me into this fascinating story. In summary, I really enjoyed Iris Johansen book.
Eve Duncan is such a compelling character and the forensic aspect of the book is not as distracting as I thought it would be. Iris Johansen is not to be looked down upon.
Not for children. Eve Duncan is contacted by a criminal, Montalvo, who offers to help her find Bonnie's killer IF she does a reconstruction for him. Against Joe Quinn's wishes she goes to Montalvo's compound and becomes embroiled in a battle between two master criminals. I really like this series. The next one is called Quicksand and is due out March 2008.
I love Stalemate, for some reason. The story is, as with most other Iris Johansen novels, quick and easy to read, with little to no complex, mind-bending, devious plots. That's not to say it's not interesting, however. Be prepared for some action, a bit of romance, and plenty of thrill.
Awesome book! I couldn't put it down. Of course, I love all the books in this series, but this one in particular was fantastic. There were some really unexpected turns and twists in this one regarding Eve's story line and I am really excited to know that she is getting close to solving her mystery and that makes me want to get started on her next book!
Eve is no closer to locating Bonnie than ever, and her missing daughter continues to haunt her. When a South American arms dealer offers her a dangerous bargain - identify a skull for him and he'll track down Bonnie's killer for her - she can't resist the lure. But Eve has more hostages to fate than her lost daughter. This time her obsession with bringing Bonnie home may just cost her the life of someone close to her.It's been a while since I read the preceding novels, but Johansen deftly handles backstory details, and the story takes off fairly quickly. That said, while the tension continues to build, there isn't a great amount of action. The supporting characters are wooden and fairly one-dimensional, and the premise is a bit of a stretch. Eve's tendency to threaten violence toward anyone who endangers her loved ones gets a bit tired by the third or fourth repetition. It's a solid enough series entry, but Johansen's capable of better.
I got a Great Story and a Good dose of Forensic Science!My good friend told me about this book, since she knew I got "hooked" on the field of forensic medicine after watching a certain tv show. Tv is fine, but for me nothing is better than a good novel that can weave a story around a subject that I'm interested in. Anyway I thought "Stalemate" was a fantastic novel and the forensic professor Eve Duncan was just the character I was looking for to keep me hooked on the field of forensic science. I was thrilled with the author's detailed descriptions of this field and way she just pulled me into this fascinating story. In summary, I really enjoyed Iris Johansen book.
I can understand why this is considered a thriller, but it is much more accurate considered as a romance. Here you have a brilliant, sexy, passionate, dysfunctional forensic reconstructionist partnered with a macho, sexy policeman, but sought out by a macho, brilliant, sexy South American arms dealer. Much of the plot is predictable. The arms dealer seems the epitome of evil, so create an even more evil drug dealer and have that drug dealer kill the arms dealer's wife (a daughter of a freedom fighting army general). Have the sexy arms dealer give up his evil ways and follow the heroine back to the United States and you even have a plot that will span many more books. If I actually liked romances this might not be bad, but in the end it is simply too rote and unbelievable.
I really liked this book. The plot is much more in line with earlier books in the series. Interesting plot and great writing. I cant wait to get to the next one. Stephanie Clanahan
This is the 7th in the Eve Duncan series, and, while most of the story lines are pretty far-fetched, they are (mostly) entertaining. One complaint I do have about the series though is the protaganist's main squeeze, Joe Quinn. He is the most jealous, self-centered, sexist, violent and unlikable character I have come across in a novel in a long time. The author would do well to bump him off soon.
Layed her head gently, her breathing slowing as she fell asleep, her somach gently rising and falling with her breath. (Gonna go to bed now, bw back tomorrow.)
I'm a big fan of these Eve Duncan books. I was glad to see this book go back to being about Eve and not just Jane (Jane's character is a little annoying to me).. but this book wasn't overly exciting. I think it's strange that Eve is constantly getting offered these odd jobs & she's always putting herself into situations with people she knows are dangerous, even if they promise to find Bonnie! She knows that Joe isn't going to like it & that he's going to be angry. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Montalvo wasn't THAT bad of a guy... he actually turned out to be really caring. However, if Eve & Joe are married, I do not want to read about her being attracted to someone else! It just doesn't seem right. But I did enjoy the plot and the ending did take me by surprise... but it didn't blow me away. I'm just ready to read about what finally happened to Bonnie. I don't see this series getting too much more exciting until we start really getting to the nitty gritty of the Bonnie mystery. Now I will move onto Quicksand. I'm hoping to be blown away & be left saying "wow" like I was when I first started reading this series....