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The Unholy: Book 6 in Krewe of Hunters series Kindle Edition
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At Hollywood's Black Box Cinema, a young starlet dies a terrifying death.
When a movie mogul's son is charged with the grisly murder, he calls agent Sean Cameron, who specializes in irregular investigations. As part of the FBI's paranormal team, Cameron knows that nightmares aren't limited to the silver screen.
Working with special-effects artist Madison Darvil—who has her own otherworldly gifts—Cameron delves into the malevolent force animating more than one movie monster. But will they be in time to stop the next noir scenario come to life?
"Graham expertly blends a chilling history of the mansion's former residents with eerie phenomena, once again demonstrating why she stands at the top of the romantic suspense category." --Publisher's Weekly on Phantom Evil, Starred Review
"An incredible storyteller."
-Los Angeles Daily News
"Graham wields a deftly sexy and convincing pen."
"A fast-paced and suspenseful read that will give readers chills while keeping them guessing until the end."
-RT Book Reviews on Ghost Moon
"If you like mixing a bit of the creepy with a dash of sinister and spine-chilling reading with your romance, be sure to read Heather Graham's latest...Graham does a great job of blending just a bit of paranormal with real, human evil."
-Miami Herald on Unhallowed Ground
"Heather Graham will keep you in suspense until the very end."
"Mystery, sex, paranormal events. What's not to love?"
-Kirkus on The Death Dealer
"The paranormal elements are integral to the
unrelentingly suspenseful plot, the characters
are likable, the romance convincing, and, in the
wake of Hurricane Katrina, Graham's atmospheric
depiction of a lost city is especially poignant."
-Booklist on Ghost Walk
"Graham's rich, balanced thriller sizzles with equal parts suspense, romance and the paranormal-all of it nail-biting."
-Publishers Weekly on The Vision --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
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Madison Darvil wasn't really awake when the phone rang. She was in that delightful stage of half sleep, when the alarm had gone off but the snooze button was on and she had a few minutes to lie lazily in the comfort of her bed before rising. Her phone was loud and strident. She rolled over groping for it, swearing softly as it dropped to the floor and she had to lean down to get it, banging her head on the bedside table.
"Shit!" she muttered, and was further humiliated when she realized she'd hit Answer as she'd picked up the phoneand the caller had heard her.
"Hello?" she said frowning. Seven thirty-three. Who was calling this early?
She could hear a soft chuckle, and then someone clearing his throat. "Madison?"
Inwardly, she groaned.
"Yes, Alfie?" Alfie Longdale was her assistant at the studio. She loved the fact that she had an assistant and she loved Alfie. One day, he was going to rule the world, his eye for detail was so exceptional.
"You don't have to come in this morning. In fact, you can't come in."
Her heart seemed to sink to her knees. Had someone suddenly decided she was really a fake? That, despite her training, degree and experience, she was just a kid who played at working on the movies?
Alfie's voice became hushed. "There was a murder last night! In the tunnel. Lord, Madison, Alistair Archer was arrested for murder! Some little starlet he had the hots forthey say her throat was slit from ear to ear. She's dead, Madison. And Eddie Archer's kid is saying that an Egyptian mummyyou know, the priest in the original Sam Stone movie, a monstercame down from one of the tableaux to commit the bloody carnage!"
Alfie was being dramatic. He was dramatic. But right now, what he'd said wasn't registering.
A mummy? A monster? Alfie had to be making it up. Monsters were what they did, what they created, quite frequently. Well, superheroes, giant rats for commercials, cute little pigs and other such creatures. But horror was big; horror movies could be reasonable in cost and make massive amounts of money.
"Alfie, is this"
"No! It is not some kind of joke. It is not a movie script. Madison, it's real. A woman was killed in our tunnel. Anyway, the crime scene units are there today, and Eddie Archer's closed the entire place. No one goes in until the police have finished with the tunnel, the security tapes, the studioyou name it. Anyway, I was up last night when it all hit the news. And Eddie Archer looked whiteI mean, white as a ghost!when they showed him on film. He said he wants the police to have complete access to everything because he's going to find out what really happenedhis son is not a murderer!"
Alfie was telling the truth. As shocking as it was, she knew he was telling the truth.
Madison felt her heart break for Eddie Archer. He was such a good man.
Alistair was a good kid, too. Could he have snapped and killed someone?
She couldn't accept that. He was too nice and decent, even shy.
"A monster," she repeated. "You meanthe Egyptian priest, the killer from Sam Stone and the Curious Case of the Egyptian Museum?"
"Exactly! Is that movie stuff or what? Everyone suspects The Unholy is a remake of that movie, but most people don't know for sure. And now, right in front of that tableau a real murder! Anyway, I thought I'd call because if you show up at work, you'll be sent home. This way, you might be able to get some more sleep."
Madison wrinkled her face at the phone, as if she could convey her expression to Alfie. What? Go back to sleep now?
"Thanks, Alfie. Thanks for letting me know. I'm sure I'll get tons of extra sleep."
"Keep me posted if you hear more," Alfie said. He seemed not to notice her sarcasm.
"Ditto," she said, and ended the call.
She crawled out of bed, drawing an indignant meow from Ichabod, curled up at the foot of the bed. "Sorry, my friend," she told the cat, hurrying out to the parlor of her old rented bungalow and switching on the TV, going from channel to channel until she found a news station covering the murder.
The information Alfie had given her was true. The news showed the crime tape blocking off the cinema and the studio, then cut to an earlier interview with Eddie Archer in front of the courthouse. He denied his son's culpability, and swore that he'd learn the truth behind the shocking murder.
Mike Greenwood, creative head of the studio and Madison's supervisor, stood beside him. When Eddie finished speaking, Mike stepped up to the microphone. He reasserted what Eddie had said, that the truth would be discovered and, while Alistair had been arraigned for the murder, the D.A.'s office had acted only on what appeared to be the casenot what was. They would work toward his release, and by the middle or end of the week, when the police had gone over every inch of the place, Archer's Wizardry and Effects would be back in business. They would move forward with their various projects while the investigation continued. Mike spoke so earnestly, he silenced the spate of questions that should have arisen. He seemed concerned, but in control.
Mike was a steady man, excellent in stressful situations. Whenever they were on a tight deadline, Mike was the one who calmed down everyone at the studio, assuring them that, step by step, they'd get it all done.
Eddie had acted with his usual composure, but Madison felt so sorry for him.
Eddie, nearing fifty, was still fit, but his face bore the tension of sorrow. As Alfie had said, he looked white as a sheet. He'd run his fingers through his graying hair repeatedly as he spoke, his words calm but determined.
She was still staring at the TV in disbelief when her phone rang again. She'd left it in the bedroom, and raced to retrieve it, thinking it would be Mike Greenwood giving her the message that Alfie had already conveyed.
Her "Hello?" was breathless.
The caller wasn't Mike Greenwood. It was Eddie Archer himself.
"Eddie!" she said. "Oh, Eddie, I'm so sorry."
"Then you've heard."
"Alistair didn't do it."
"I believe that, Eddie. With my whole heart."
"Thank you." He was quiet.
"I heard not to come in, Eddie," Madison said. "Alfie called me."
"Actually, Madison, I do want you to come in. I have a friend arrivinga film effects artist I worked with years ago. He's a member of the FBI now, and he's going to handle a special investigation for me. I'd like you to meet with him, show him around the studio."
"II thought it was closed down, other than for the police?" FBI? How had he gotten the FBI involved? She wasn't savvy about law enforcement, but she'd always assumed the FBI only came in for serial killers or kidnapping or crimes that spanned several states.
And how the hell did a special-effects artist wind up in the FBI?
And, oh, God, why had Eddie chosen her?
She knew exactly why Eddie had chosen her. He'd never challenged her, he'd never forced her into a corner over this. But he believedhad reason to believethat she talked to the dead.
"The police closed the Black Box Cinema. But I closed the studio. And SeanSean Cameronwon't be here until this afternoon. I just talked to him in the wee hours of the morning and he's coming from Virginia. I'm picking him up myself, so I'll swing by for you after I've collected him from LAX. If that's all right with you."
Madison exhaled on a long breath. The man she had hero-worshipped for his artistry throughout her formative years was asking for her help. The same man who'd hired her and opened up a world that she'd only dreamed of knowing.
"Eddie, I would do anything for you," she assured him humbly. "And for Alistair."
"Thank you. I think you're the right person to work with Sean. And I deeply appreciate your friendshipfor Alistair and me. You can expect me around five."
"Of course," she murmured lamely.
Eddie wasn't ready to hang up. "Alistair didn't do ithe really didn't." He was quiet for a minute. "He told me that the Egyptian priest, Amun Mopat, came down from the Sam Stone tableau, and killed her. Alistair tried to reach Jenny, but slipped in the blood, conked himself out and then came to and saw it was realhe was lying in a pool of blood. I guess it's normal for the police to think that either he's crazy or his story is and that he's going to try for an insanity plea. But I know my son. I know he didn't do it. And only someone who's familiar with the studio can prove he didn't."
"We're in Hollywooda place filled with actors and effects," Madison said.
"Yeah," Eddie agreed, sounding bitter. "But, oddly enough, I believe we're the only ones who see the possibility that Alistair didn't do it. Anyway, Madison, I'll be by for you. If you're sure you don't mind."
"I'm happy to show your guy around the museum, Eddie."
Eddie Archer ended the call. Madison sank down into her art deco-style sofa, setting her phone on the coffee table in front of it.
Madison nearly leaped a mile into the air at the sound of the voice. Her hand fluttered to her throat; her heart thudded.
She turned and saw the man who'd spoken, standing just behind her.
The voice was soft. The man was slight, with dark graying hair and a wonderful face filled with character.
She let out a breath. Her sometime-resident "invisible" friendwhether extension of her imagination or real ghostwas seated on the arm of the sofa, looking at her sorrowfully.
"You all right, kid?"
She let out a breath, realizing that the very concept of someone being murdered where she worked was terrifying.
"Yeah. It would help if you didn't startle me like that."
"I spoke quietly. And I'm not exactly a surprise now, Madison, am I?"
No, not anymore.
She could see him plain as day, as if he were flesh and blood, a good friend who'd stopped by in a time of need. He had a fascinating, ruggedly masculine faceincluding his slightly scarred lipand a lean, slight form. When he stood, he was on the short side at only five feet eight inches.
"Um, I'm fine. I'm just stunned," Madison said. Then she rushed into words, well aware of how ridiculous she'd look if anyone else was therebecause she saw Humphrey Bogart as he sat in her living room. "I don't know how much you hear or fathom from phone conversations, but there was a murder at the studio last night. A starlet who was with Alistair Archer. I can't believe he killed her. I won't believe itnot Alistair. Eddie must be beside himself, desperate to help him. He's such a loving father."
"Watching a child suffer is a hard thing," Bogie said, his voice low and slightly nasal.
Madison stared at him. Was he an imaginary friend? She would never be sure. She'd had strange experiences as a child. She'd tried chalking them up to growing pains, teenage angst and, as her parents had suggested, an overactive imaginationthe kind that had led her right into a career. She'd also had experiences that had broken her heartand might be part of the reason she embraced her work, day in and day out.
Bogie hadn't come with the bungalow, though he'd lived there briefly in the 1920s. He'd told her once that he had loved it and loved living there. She'd first met him at the wax museum when she was a college student; she'd assumed he was a lookalike actor hired to play the part. They'd spoken and laughed together..
And he'd followed her home.
Bogie showed up whenever he wanted to. Apparently he had other places to haunt, as well. Madison simply accepted him as a friendimaginary though he might be. Sometimes she thought she was crazy; sometimes she thought she was incredibly lucky that such a man had chosen her to haunt. Although she believed that now, she hadn't always. He'd scared her to death at first, and had occasionally made her life hell.
He'd just startled her today; the first night she'd seen him sitting on her sofa, however, he'd practically given her a heart attack. She'd fumbled to call the police, and they'd come and almost arrested her, assuming she was another college kid trying to make trouble. Bogie had been apologetic and courteousso sorry for causing her distress. He was what he was, and he'd tried to explain, but she hadn't believed him.
Maybe he was imaginary, but she didn't know what part of her mind triggered his appearances.
And if he was, what about the other dead people who 'd spoken to her?
But imaginary or not, he was there for her now.
"Have some coffee, kid. That'll make you feel better."
"I'm not sure it will help me feel better. But at least it'll wake me up."
"What are you waking up for? You could go back to sleep."
"Why is it that everyone thinks I can sleep now?" she muttered.
Bogie ignored that, standing and stretching as he gazed out the windows. He turned to look at her. "The murder took place in the studio?" he asked.
She shook her head. "The underground tunnel between the Black Box Cinema and the studiowhere Archer has his film noir museum."
"Interesting," Bogie mused. "By which display?"
Madison frowned. "The news didn't say, but Alfie told me it was by the tableau for Sam Stone and the Curious Case of the Egyptian Museum. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? I mean, especially since the studio is now in lockdown because of The Unholythe Sam Stone remake."
--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B0080GV06Y
- Publisher : MIRA; Original edition (June 26, 2012)
- Publication date : June 26, 2012
- Language : English
- File size : 733 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 378 pages
- Lending : Not Enabled
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As for Sean and Madison, I really liked them both and thought they had great chemistry. Because of their common "talents' it was easy to understand why they connected so well and so quickly. Their romance basically remained on the back burner though and the main focus was always on the murder mystery. I have to admit the villain kept me guessing, although he/she was always on my list of suspects. On the other hand there's another individual whose culpability was super easy to predict. Still, there was a large cast of characters, most of whom were endearing and a great addition to the tale.
In my opinion HG usually has a better backstory than was found here though. When past and present converge for the finale, I was a bit letdown with the killer's motive which was somewhat weak. I also would have liked learning more about film noir, though the behind-the-scenes look at a special effects studio was pretty cool too. One of the best aspects of this story however was Madison's resident ghost, who just happens to be an icon of the silver screen. In the end it was definitely an intriguing read with just enough twists and turns to keep me flipping the pages, and now I'm ready for the next =)
Pages & Kindle Locations: The story itself contained 285 pages and ended at 94% and location 5524.
Wish a movie could be made from this book. Bogie made popular to new audiences by Disney's Jungle Cruise. Imagine this book with special effects designs and a movie within a movie!
Otherwise, too much skipping around from one place and one character to another and too many plots.
If you like this sort of thing, you will like this book, I wasn't impressed.
It was well written, fast paced, very suspenseful, and very enjoyable. I loved the 2 lead characters, Sean and Madison. Both were equally matched.
Great mystery with a few interesting facts about movies which was enjoyable and very hard to put down. Definitely kept me interested.