When Shadows Fall

When Shadows Fall

by J. T. Ellison

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Dear Dr. Owens,

If you are reading this letter, I am dead and I would be most grateful if you could solve my murder…

Forensic pathologist Dr. Samantha Owens thought life was finally returning to normal after she suffered a terrible personal loss. Settling into her new job at Georgetown University, the illusion is shattered when she receives a disturbing letter from a dead man imploring her to solve his murder. There's only one catch. Timothy Savage's death was so obviously the suicide of a demented individual that the case has been closed.

When Sam learns Savage left a will requesting she autopsy his body, she feels compelled to look into the case. Sam's own postmortem discovers clear signs that Savage was indeed murdered. And she finds DNA from a kidnapped child whose remains were recovered years earlier.

The investigation takes Sam into the shadows of a twenty–year–old mystery that must be solved to determine what really happened to Timothy Savage. Nothing about the case makes sense but it is clear someone is unwilling to let anyone, especially Samantha Owens, discover the truth.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488039317
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 10/15/2018
Series: A Samantha Owens Novel , #3
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 47,609
File size: 688 KB

About the Author

J.T. Ellison is the bestselling author of the critically acclaimed Taylor Jackson series, including All the Pretty Girls, 14, Judas Kiss and The Cold Room.

She is a graduate of Randolph-Macon Woman's College and received her master's degree from George Washington University. She was a presidential appointee and worked in the White House and the Department of Commerce before moving into the private sector. As a financial analyst and marketing director, she worked for several defense and aerospace contractors.

After moving to Nashville, Ellison began research on a passion: forensics and crime. She has worked with the Metro Nashville Police Department, the FBI and various other law enforcement organizations to research her books.

Ellison is a member of several writing organizations, including International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

She lives in Nashville with her husband and a poorly trained cat.

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Georgetown University School of Medicine Washington, D.C.

Dr. Samantha Owens stared out the window of her office, admiring the view she'd be enjoying for the next several years. Trees. Lots and lots of trees. The Georgetown University campus was landscaped to perfection, bringing the joys of wildlife and green space to their urban oasis. Maples and willow oaks, zelkovas and ginkgo, viburnum and holly, and more she had no names for. In truth, this deep into the warm, wet D.C. summer, everything was so green it made her eyes hurt. It was all so bloody alive.

And so different from her anonymous, stainless-steel office in Nashville. A welcome change. A change she'd openly pursued, sure to the core she no longer wanted to work in law enforcement. The idea of keeping herself separate from the hurt and fear and messiness of the real world appealed to her.

Her new reality: she was the head of the bourgeoning forensic pathology department at Georgetown University Medical School. Her first classes would start the following week, though students were already on campus doing their orientations. And now that she was here, the sense of adventure and excitement were gone.

Looking out at the tree-lined campus, she couldn't help wondering, yet again, if she'd made a mistake. The freedom she'd hoped for, planned on, felt like a noose around her neck. Even though she was calling the shots, she was increasingly feeling trapped. So many people were counting on her. She'd developed the forensic program, made a commitment to the university, even signed a contract. She was stuck.

No longer a medical examiner, no longer a part of organized law enforcement. She was a teacher, with two class sections of doctors who wanted to help solve crimes. Students who seemed so young, teenagers, almost, though many were in their twenties, and even thirties. Untouched by tragedy; unknowing of the world's painful embrace.

They'd learn soon enough, especially with her at the helm. She'd seen more than most in her career, especially during her tenure as the Chief Medical Examiner for the State of Tennessee. Her job was to teach them everything she knew so they could stride out into the world in pursuit of justice.

The way she used to do.

Sam turned from the window to her desk, a thick slab of oak polished to a high gleam, and casually straightened the stack of papers in her out-box. Her OCD was under strict rein, especially in front of all these new people, but there was no need for things to be messy.

She should be eager for this new life to begin. She honestly had been, until a few weeks ago, when her friend John Baldwin, from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, sat her down and threw a bomb into her world. Sent her spinning, unsure of all the choices she'd made over the past few months.

He'd come to town for a case two weeks earlier, taken her out for lunch and, before the food arrived, got straight to business.

"I wish you 'd talked to me before you made this drastic change."

"It's the best thing for me. I don't want to be out there anymore, Baldwin. I paid my dues, with more than I care to remember."

"Which is why I'm here. We want you to join the FBI."

She choked on the water the server had set down. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. We need your mind."

She laughed. "I'm a medical examiner, Baldwin, or I was. Not a field agent. For starters, I hate guns."

"I know. That's not a problem. You 'd be an official consultant, mostly with me and my team, but with other parts of the Bureau, too, depending on the cases. You' d need to go through some training at the Academy in Quantico, to make it all official, but you'll be able to work on cases again. Sam, you can't tell me you don't miss it."

"I don't. Not at all."

"You're lying to yourself."

Watching the students wander the campus, Sam wondered if he was right. Did she belong here? Innocent faces glued to smartphones, earbuds firmly embedded in ears, an insouciant walk; these kids didn't seem to have a care in the world. What if she wasn't cool enough for them?

"Right. There's the thing to worry about. Being cool."

She settled at the desk and opened her laptop. Debated putting in her own earbuds; decided she was being silly. She knew her lesson plan cold, but giving it one more look wouldn't hurt; she hated using notes. Regardless of the doubt she was feeling, she was here to engage these young doctors, intrigue them, but also allow them a glimpse into the real world of forensic pathology. Not the exciting, tumultuous world they saw on television, but the bloody, messy, heart-wrenching process of dissection, both of bodies and of lives. To show them the hardest truth of all: the dead have no secrets. But the living do.

Forget the notes. Maybe she'd just read for a bit, settle into her office. Adjust to the sights and sounds of her new life.

She was deep into an article on forensic ballistics when a soft knock pulled her from her review. She looked up to see Xander in her doorway, a grin on his face.

"Hey," he said.

Her stomach flipped, as it always did when he caught her unawares. A biological response to an emotion none truly understood. An emotion she was grateful for, because she knew the depth of it had saved her from sinking into the deepest abyss.

Alexander Whitfield. Known to his parents and family as Moonbeam, or Xander Moon. A true misnomer for a tough former army ranger. And Xander was still a ranger through and through: intense, alert, always combing the background for unseen threats. Romantic, and a fatalist. Just like her.

He was a different man now than the one she'd met several months before. More open, more forgiving. Happier. They'd settled into a version of domestic bliss, splitting their time between her Georgetown town house and his cabin in the backwoods of the Savage River Forest.

He'd separated from the army the previous year after the terrible cover-up of a friendly fire incident that had killed one of his best friends. He'd run to the woods, disengaged from the world and would have stayed there, lost and alone, if it weren't for Sam. Two broken souls, made whole by their joining.

Xander wasn't fully ready to reenter the world, but he was coming back, a bit at a time. Though he'd done his best to hide it, she knew he was happy she had turned down Baldwin's job offer.

"Hey," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd bring you lunch. I know how you can lose yourself in your work. What is it today? Blood spatter?"

"It's eerie how you do that." She turned the laptop around and showed him the article. "I was just starting the section on backspatter."

He didn't pale, but his lips tightened together in a grim line. He'd spent most of his life behind the trigger; he was more than familiar with the concept.

Sam glanced at the screen, saw the full-color image of a man at the wrong end of a shotgun and slammed the laptop closed. "Sorry. What's this about lunch?"

Xander's dark hair flopped onto his forehead. "You're not one of those M.E.s who can eat a tuna sandwich standing over a corpse, are you?"

"Highly unethical behavior, tuna eating. I'd stick with cookies or crackers myself. The crumbs are easier to brush away."

He laughed, deep from his belly, which made her smile. She loved his laugh.

"I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers." He glanced over his shoulder at the open office door. "Maybe we should inaugurate your office."

He kissed her, long and lingering, and she was damn close to saying lock the door when another knock sounded, this one accompanied by a high-pitched throat clearing. They jumped apart like teenagers caught making out on a porch, and Sam smoothed her shirt down—good grief, one of her buttons was undone; how had he managed that?—before turning to see who'd so rudely interrupted them.

It was one of her new T.A.s, Stephanie Wilhelm, a slight blonde with a sharp sense of humor to match her highly unorthodox look—today a black Metallica concert T-shirt under a black men's pin-striped jacket and dark jeans tucked into leather combat boots. Sam liked the girl. Her independence among the clones had landed her the coveted T.A. position in the first place.

"Forgive me, Dr. Owens, but this letter arrived for you. It's marked urgent. I thought I should bring it to you right away."

Her words were directed to Sam, but her eyes were locked on Xander, who was sitting on the edge of Sam's desk, arms crossed on his broad chest, vibrating in amusement as he watched her fumble with her button.

"Thank you, Stephanie. I appreciate it."

"If you need anything else…" She dropped off, winked lasciviously.

"Out," Sam said, and Stephanie left with a grin.

"I'm hot for teacher," Xander said, and Sam swatted him with the letter.

"Quit it. The last thing I need is a reputation for looseness among my students." She sat on the desk next to him and opened the letter. Thick strokes of black ink, the words slanted to the right. A man's handwriting.

She read the first line, felt the breath leave her body.


Xander caught her tone. "What's wrong?"

She scanned the rest of the letter. "You need to hear this." She read it aloud, vaguely noticed her voice was shaking.

"Dear Dr. Owens,

If you are reading this letter, I am dead. I would be most grateful if you would solve my murder. I know how determined you are, and talented. If anyone can figure out this mess, it's you.

I've compiled a list of suspects for you to look at, and set aside some money to cover your expenses. I fear your life may be in danger once they find I've contacted you, so I urge you to take every precaution. Yours,

Timothy R. Savage"

"Let me see that." Xander took the letter from her, barely touching the corner between his thumb and forefinger. Sam watched his face as he read it, saw the darkness draw over him like a shroud.

"Who the hell is Timothy Savage?"

"I have no idea. But it's a pretty sick joke. Who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know. John Baldwin, maybe? Trying to draw you into a case against your will?"

She opened her mouth to deny the possibility, but stopped herself. She'd known Baldwin for many years. He was engaged to her best friend. He was a good man, a no-nonsense cop in addition to being a talented profiler. He wouldn't resort to manipulation. Would he?

"No. It's not him."

Xander shrugged. "Where's the envelope?"

In her surprise, she'd dropped it on the floor. She pulled a tissue from the box on her desk and picked it up, careful not to directly touch any part of it. Ridiculous, she'd already gotten her prints all over it, so had Stephanie and countless others, but she had to treat it as evidence now.

"Return address is Lynchburg, Virginia," she said. "Let me plug it into my laptop, see if it's real."

He read the information to her, and she entered it into Google. The name Timothy Savage popped up, along with a map of his address, and a death notice from the local Lynchburg paper.

"Oh, no. Xander, Timothy Savage really is dead."

Xander breathed hard out his nose. "Then Sam, honey, you better call Fletcher. This might not be a joke, after all."

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When Shadows Fall 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
4 STARS The suspense of what was going on and who was the good guys and bad guys went right to the end of the story. Not sure how I feel about the ending. It kept me reading till I finished early in the morning. It had so many twists and turns in the plot. This is the third in the series of Dr. Samantha Owens. We had met her early in other J.T. Ellison series. In this book she is reunited with a FBI Agent from that other series too. Their are other characters we have met that come back in this Book. The setting of this story is Virginia 2013. The pacing of the story was good. It kept your attention so you did not want to stop reading. I like Dr. Samantha. She has gone through so many hard trials you want everything to work out for her. She has taken a new job teaching others to become forensic pathologists. Someone wants to draw her back to do a autopsy on his body to find how he was murdered. Their are a few love scenes that is skipped over. Lots of murders. Lots of missing children over the years. Now a new one they are racing to find. Lots of danger, action, mystery and interesting characters in this story. I was given this ebook to read for purpose of reviewing it. I got the book from Netgalley and Harlequin. Publisher: Harlequin MIRA (February 25, 2014) 416 pages ISBN-13: 978-0778316046
SpeedSD More than 1 year ago
LOVE THIS SERIES!!! I love that the old Sam I knew from the Taylor Jackson series is finally starting to shine through. I understand that she has gone through tremendous tragedy in her life, and Ms. Elliot could not have done a better job of showing how grief can touch ALL aspects of our lives. As is the case with most people, grief lessons with time. Memories will last forever, but grief fades and time heals -- as is the case with Sam. I am happy that she is getting back into what she does best. I LOVE that Ms. Elliot has brought Baldwin (a character from the Taylor Jackson series) into the mix for this story. I am hoping that she will find a way to bring Taylor into one before long. I miss that series, but this has definitely become a new favorite of mine as well. It is an exciting, fast-paced, thriller of a mystery that doesn't stop moving and keeps you guessing until the very end! Lots of twists and turns involved. Please note that Ms. Elliot can get a bit graphic in detail, so if that kind of thin bothers you -- please keep that in mind. J.T. -- you really know how to write 'em! Please keep them coming. -- SPeeD
RonnaL More than 1 year ago
This is my second Dr.Samantha Owens forensic pathologist book.  It really sparked my interest from page one.  How many times does a murder victim write a letter requesting a pathologist to solve their own murder?  How did he know he was to be murdered?  Why would he pick a virtual stranger to autopsy his body and to solve his murder, especially since his death was ruled a suicide?   These were only a few of the bizarre happenings in this story.  Sam has had more than her fair share of tragedies in her own life.  She's decided to pull away from solving mysteries to become a teacher at Georgetown University.  She's finally found someone who loves and understands her, but this new "request" just peaks her curiosity to investigate "just one more time".   Soon she finds herself in the middle of an FBI investigation of missing girls that has been going on for more than twenty years.  This was a fast passed and curious type mystery.  Kidnapping, murder, a cult-like religious group, serial murders and more, kept me reading just one more page before I could put the book down.  The characters were compelling and kept me vacillating from sympathy to rage.  Will be interesting to see what Dr. Samantha Owens gets herself into in her next book! 
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I really wanted to like this book, but it was so contrived. All through it , I was ranking it a 3-star, until the end. That is when I dropped my rating to a 2-star.
gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
Dr. Samantha Owens receives a letter one day that will seriously impact her life. It begins: “Dear Dr. Owens, If you are reading this letter, I am dead and I would be most grateful if you could solve my murder . . . “ The first complication appears to be that the man who apparently sent th letter is indeed dead, but his death had been ruled a suicide. The second complication arises from the will, of which she has a copy: It requests that she autopsy his body, the results of which differ strongly from the first one. Further, she must locate each of the several beneficiaries, a difficult task and one with many consequences. Still recovering from traumatic events described in the preceding books in the series, Dr. Owe3ns (“Sam”) is about to begin an entirely new phase of her life as the head of the forensic pathology department at Georgetown University Medical School in Washington, D.C., quite a departure from her former position as Chief Medical Examiner for the State of Tennessee. She has chosen her new job despite being offered one as special consultant for the FBI, not without misgivings. The book is replete with fascinating and well-drawn characters in Sam’s life, both professional and personal. About halfway through the book, things take a sudden turn, with things going off on an entirely different tangent, one which didn’t engage this reader quite much as what had preceded it, although there were certainly hints of what was to come, some of it still very unexpected. While the tale as a whole was an interesting one, with some very dark aspects, I must admit that I found the whole somewhat less satisfying than its parts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is good book tho i just cant seem to connect or enjoy this character as i do in her other series..guess i like her better as a support character.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This title should have been researched before publishing. This is the same title as the book, When Shadows Fall by Nathan Heard published by Playboy Press in 1977. Very disappointing that the author is copying another author's work. This author should contact Nathan Heard's family. Isn't this called copyright infringement?