by John Burley
Five years ago, Sam had been confident that they would find Thomas. “Sure as rain,” he had said, but in that one prognostication his friend had been wrong, for they never had managed to track him down, and as the years unfolded Ben wondered if they ever would. But “technically,” as Sam had pointed out, they hadn’t found Susan or Joel, either. His wife and youngest son had found them. They had returned home of their own free will. Because sooner or later, Ben knew, that is what we are all destined to do.
He stood at the window, looking out. He could hear the wind buffeting the house, its infinite fingers searching for entry along the eaves. Winter was coming again, the daylight hours surrendering themselves little by little to the thick, malignant reign of the night. Somewhere up the block, a trash can toppled to the asphalt and went rolling out into the street. In the living room near the front door, Alex—by now arthritic and graying around the muzzle, but still with some fire in his belly—barked twice and then fell silent. It was getting late, Ben thought. He ought to turn in for the eveni—
He leaned forward, placing his fingertips on the cold pane of glass. Someone was standing near the driveway, looking up at the house. The figure’s features were lost in the darkness, but his arms hung loosely at his sides and his left hand seemed to be clutching something long and thin and tapered to a—
Ben turned quickly and made for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He dashed across the living room to the hall, flung open the front door, and spilled out into the driveway.
The street in front of him was empty.
”Thomas,” Ben whispered, his eyes scanning the bushes, the driveway, the yards to his left and right. The only reply was the sound of the fallen trash can, turning slowly in the street like a gravely wounded animal.
“Thomas,” Ben said again, louder this time, uncertain if what he had seen from the upstairs window had been real or imagined. The mind, he knew, could be a powerful thing. We see what we want to see, often ignoring the rest. He closed his eyes, listening to the restless chatter of branches in the wind, and his wife’s voice came to him then as if she had uttered the words only yesterday.
“We have to take care of each other. Just as we always have.”
Yes, Ben thought, standing beneath the glow of the streetlamp as the shadows gathered around him. We do.
Author’s Note
The towns depicted in this novel are real, although I have taken significant liberties in their fictional portrayal. I have been assured by a few locals, in fact, that they are pleasant places in which to live.
Acknowledgments
The creation of a novel begins as a lonely endeavor. You select a scene and a character with which to commence, conjure a vague notion of how you would like the story to end, and then go about the task of connecting the two. Things, of course, do not go according to plan. Fictional characters—products of the author’s own imagination—decide to speak up for themselves and to do unexpected things without the author’s consent. The plot veers wildly this way and that like an out-of-control motorcycle in danger of crashing into the nearest tree. During the final frenzied week of editing, the largest Atlantic hurricane on record attempts to wipe out a good portion of the Eastern Seaboard of the United States—along with the offices of both the literary agency and the publishing house with which the book and its author are newly affiliated. To say that there are forces at work here beyond one’s control is, well, somewhat of an understatement. And yet, the project finds its way to completion, and there can be no other explanation for this unlikely success except to point to the numerous people who have helped to make it happen.
I would like to thank my editors, David Highfill and Jessica Williams, for their keen recognition of what did and did not serve the story well in its original form. This is a much different novel because of them, and it was their endless patience, clear vision, and untiring commitment that saw us through. Thanks also go to the folks at HarperCollins for their warm welcome and for all of the hard work that goes into a venture such as this. Paul Lucas is my outstanding agent, who shepherds me through the world of publishing with a rare combination of talent, thoughtfulness, and quiet confidence, and who calmly anchors me when the waters get choppy.
Claire Dippel reviewed my initial manuscript submission to Janklow & Nesbit and responded to my subsequent inquiries with both professionalism and uncommon kindness. Erin and Wilson Lem put me in touch with the appropriate people when the timing was right. The following individuals provided early reads of the original manuscript, proofread my work, offered sound advice, or simply bolstered me with their enthusiasm along the way: Dennis, Carolyn, and Mark Beuerle; Kristin and Kevin Lester; Leon, Dudley, and Georgana Gearhart; Shane Libby; Alicia Kramer; Artie and Margy Lynnworth; Beth Keegstra; and Heidi Troutner.
Certain medical details in this book are drawn from knowledge and experience acquired during my own training as a physician, but I have also utilized several medical texts for assistance, including Frank H. Netter’s timeless Atlas of Human Anatomy and Principles of Medical Biochemistry by Gerhard Meisenberg and William H. Simmons. As I am not a pathologist, a forensic odontologist, nor a law enforcement officer, I humbly ask for the reader’s forgiveness regarding any errors or inaccuracies related to these fields.
Finally, I want to thank my amazing wife, Dr. Lorie Gearhart, for being my first reader, for answering my questions about psychiatry, sociopathy, and mental illness, for providing creative suggestions regarding problems I encountered with plot and characters, for being a source of unwavering support, and for tolerating my obsession with this novel and the not-so-subtle intrusion it has imposed on our lives. It is to her and our young daughter that this book is dedicated.
About the Author
JOHN BURLEY attended medical school in Chicago and completed his residency in emergency medicine at the University of Maryland Medical Center’s Shock Trauma Center in Baltimore. He currently serves as an emergency medicine physician in Northern California, where he lives with his wife and daughter, and their Great Dane and English bulldog. This is his first novel.
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Advance Praise for The Absence of Mercy
“From the ominous first line to the haunting epilogue, John Burley catapults the reader into a chiller of a debut thriller. Harlan Coben meets Patricia Cornwell in an idyllic suburbia stalked by a predator that will leave an indelible mark long after the final page is turned.”
—Wendy Corsi Staub, New York Times
bestselling author of Sleepwalker
“Will send chills down your spine. A taut psychological thriller, The Absence of Mercy delves into the hearts and minds of a variety of characters… and pushes the boundaries of our understanding of the lengths a parent will go to protect their child.”
—Alice LaPlante, New York Times
bestselling author of Turn of Mind
“In the tradition of Robin Cook and Kathy Reichs, John Burley brings murder to small-town America. And like those bestselling novels, The Absence of Mercy is written by an expert who can also tell a really good tale. This one oozes authenticity.”
—Ace Atkins, New York Times
bestselling author of Robert B. Parker’s Wonderland
“Riveting, disturbing, and complex, John Burley’s The Absence of Mercy is impossible to put down. The suspense starts early and is unrelenting until the very end.”
—Heather Gudenkauf, New York Times
bestselling author of The Weight of Silence
“It’s become a cliché to say you read a book in one sitting, and it’s not true here. I had to get up in the middle of The Absence of Mercy for a drink to calm my nerves.”
—Linwood Barclay, New York Times
bestselling author of Never Look Away
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Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
THE ABSENCE OF MERCY. Copyright © 2013 by John Burley. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
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