The Lauren Vance Files 3: The Taste of Silence
By Flying Piglet
THE LAUREN VANCE FILES: THE TASTE OF SILENCE **A bestselling book that rewrote a monster's story.** **An editor who has never missed a deadline.** **And two people who walked into her penthouse and never walked out.** Twenty-four-year-old publishing intern Jiang Yingying vanished from Manhattan in early August. The same night, so did NYPD detective Ray Miller, a veteran who had spent seven years quietly haunted by a missing file. The last place anyone saw them was the Tribeca penthouse of Sophia Lindqvist, the respected editor behind the year's most talked-about memoir. Nine weeks later, the trail has gone cold. Her alibi is flawless. Her reputation is spotless. Captain Lauren Vance, newly seconded to a special cases task force, doesn't have a single piece of evidence. What she has is her younger brother Ethan, a former FBI profiler, and an unusual sensitivity to scent they inherited from their father: a faint, sweet, metallic note that no court will ever accept, and that neither of them has ever been wrong about. When Ethan catches that note in an elegant apartment that has been scrubbed spotless, the case stops being a missing persons file. Then the odd coincidences begin. Small details from the bestselling memoir (a candle, a white cloth, a strange order of things) start appearing at real scenes, one after another, exactly as they were written on the page. It is as if someone has been quietly drafting the investigation before it happens. And the author has always been very good at revisions. As the Vances close in, a disgraced heir with a polished public image, a grieving mother carrying a bag of dried plums, and a pen that never rests all point toward the same quiet conclusion: the story they are chasing is being written one chapter ahead of them. **How do you catch a storyteller who already knows how your story ends?** **Genre:** Psychological Thriller / Crime Fiction / Procedural Suspense Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events in this story are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or places is purely coincidental.
