Welcome to my stop on THE LAST CLOSE CALL Book Tour! You can read my review, the synopsis and an excerpt below.
Author: Laura Griffin
Publisher: Berkley
Release Date: Oct. 24, 2023
Special thanks to Berkley Publ. for an arc and book tour invite.
A talented genetic analyst and a detective who's haunted by an elusive cold case team up in the new standalone romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author Laura Griffin.
Review:
Laura Griffin highlights the
fascinating subject of forensic genealogy, and the way police use it to help
identify potential criminal suspects in THE LAST CLOSE CALL. Through her
signature descriptive prose, she quickly draws readers into a fast-paced, edgy
story that oozes danger from beginning to end, making it extremely hard to put
down. My recommendation is to carve out enough alone time to experience
this one straight through and avoid all spoilers.
Rowan Healy is an extraordinarily
successful, much sought after forensic genealogist who gave up a thriving
career working with investigators tracing the family tree of violent
offenders. The blistering pace of a heavy workload left her suffering
from burnout at an early age. Now, she finds fulfillment in a thriving
private practice assisting families seeking to reunite with missing family
members as well as helping adoptees find their biological parents. The
last thing she wants is to get pulled back into the darkness and violence of
police work. Austin Detective Jack Burner is at
a dead-end on a brutal rape and assault case that is eerily similar
to a cold case that haunts him as he failed to solve it several years
ago. The suspect in that case became known as the serial West Campus
Rapist and if Jack's suspicions are correct, he's back and escalating to
murder. At the end of his rope and desperate for any leads, Jack turns to
Rowan for help hoping she can find some kind of lead through genealogy based on
DNA evidence they have. After repeatedly refusing his requests, something
Jack says touches Rowan, and she reluctantly joins the search for a
killer. Rowan's unique research provides clues to a potential suspect's
identity including the possible area of his lair, but they'll need the villain's
DNA to seal the case. Can they apprehend him in time to save the next
potential victim? Meantime, Rowan and Jack are fighting a mutual
attraction neither wants to pursue for their own secret reasons. They may
be fighting a losing battle on both fronts.
THE LAST CLOSE CALL is an intriguing,
atmospheric thriller highlighting the promising potential for success with
genealogy in policework. Many readers will identify with the subject
matter in a personal manner having sent their own DNA off for potential matches.
Griffin does an excellent job of utilizing the topic, weaving it into the plot
line via believable characters maneuvering a fast-paced, twisted plot
line. In a race against time, these characters are charged with
identifying and capturing a potential suspect before he strikes again setting a
dire tone from beginning to end. The author tempers the threat of danger
with the promise of a romance between Rowan and Jack with sizzling chemistry
erupting between them. Readers will have no problem falling for them
while cheering the relationship on. In addition to several red herrings,
Griffin ups the ante by slowly revealing perilous secrets Rowan prefers to keep
to herself. Are they putting her life in danger?
Laura Griffin has penned a gripping,
super intriguing romantic suspense thriller in THE LAST CLOSE CALL - one that's sure
to appeal to fans of genealogy and crime fiction. Her expertise in
creating fully fleshed characters deserving of readers' empathy is
evident. Highly recommended to fans of suspense thrillers and police
procedurals.
Synopsis:
Forensic genealogist Rowan Healy has made a name for herself by helping investigators trace the family trees of violent criminals who have eluded justice for years. But the pressure of police cases left her burned out, and she's shifted her focus to helping adoptees find their biological parents.
Austin detective Jack Bruner has spent his career successfully tracking down vicious criminals--with the notable exception of the West Campus Rapist, a meticulous offender in Texas who has never been identified. When the latest two victims come to light, Jack sees his target is escalating his violent behavior--and only with Rowan's help does he stand a chance of cracking this case.
Moved by Jack's dedication and the brutal details of the attacks he lays out, Rowan agrees to help. When her ground-breaking DNA research sheds new light on the criminal's background and helps them zero in on a search radius, Rowan and Jack must race against the clock to find a ruthless killer who's growing bolder the longer he evades the law.
THE LAST CLOSE CALL by Laura Griffin
Berkley | On Sale October 24, 2023
Excerpt
A chime emanated from Rowan's purse. She pulled out her phone and read a text from the Austin lawyer whose client Rowan had been working for all week.
Got your email. Omg TY!!
The words were followed by three halo emojis, and Rowan felt a swell of pride.
Anytime, she texted back. So glad I could help.
This attorney had sent her three referrals over the past six months, and now there would likely be more on the way. Rowan's anemic bank account was finally getting a boost. It couldn't come soon enough. Her December credit card bill had just come in, and she hadn't even wanted to look at it.
"Rowan Healy?" She jerked her head up as a man stepped over. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair. He wore a black leather jacket with droplets of rain clinging to it. Rowan darted a glance at Lila. Her friend didn't look up, but she lifted an eyebrow in a way that told Rowan she'd sent this guy over here. "Who's asking?" Rowan responded, even though she had a sneaking suspicion she knew, based on his deep voice. Not to mention the super-direct look in his brown eyes.
"Jack Bruner, Austin PD." He smiled slightly. "Mind if I sit?"
She sighed and nodded at the empty seat across from her. He slid into the booth and rested his elbows on the table. He looked her over, and she managed not to squirm.
"You're a hard woman to reach." Ha. He had no idea how true that was.
"How'd you know to find me here?" she asked.
"Ric Santos told me you hang out here."
She couldn't hide her surprise at the mention of Ric. She hadn't known they were friends. But she probably should have guessed. Law enforcement was a tight-knit group.
She gave him what she hoped was a confident smile. "Look, Detective, I appreciate you coming all the way out here, but I'm afraid you've wasted your time."
"Just listen." Two words. A command, but not. When combined with that slight smile, it was more like a statement. Something she was going to do, even if she didn't realize it yet.
Rowan felt a surge of annoyance. But again, she gave him a nod.
Sasha appeared at the table and rested her cocktail tray on her hip. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked the detective.
"A Coke, please." She nodded.
"Rowan?" "I'm good, thanks." She walked off, her cascade of blond hair swinging behind her. Rowan settled her attention on the detective.
"I'm with APD's violent crimes unit, as I mentioned on the phone," he said. With every call, he'd politely identified himself and given a callback number. Rowan had called the number once and-equally politely-left a message with her response. But he'd stubbornly ignored it. "I'm working on a case," he said, "and I could use your help."
Rowan nodded. "Like I told you before-"
He held up his hand and gave her a sharp look. Listen. "It's a serial offender," he continued. "Eight sexual assaults." His dark brows furrowed. "This guy's careful. We've only recovered one DNA profile, the second attack in the series."
"If you've only got one profile, how do you know it's the same guy?"
"Because-"
Sasha was back already with a flirty smile. She placed the detective's soft drink in front of him, and he nodded his thanks.
"Because we know," he said after she left.
Rowan looked the man over. He had an athletic build, but not the steroid-infused look she was used to seeing with young cops. Then again, he wasn't that young. The touch of gray at his temples told her he was maybe ten years older than she was, probably late thirties. Or maybe it was the wise look in his eyes that told her that. She sipped her drink and waited for more.
"A while ago we had the sample analyzed by a genetic genealogist," he said. "Spent a lot of money and time on that. They ran into some kind of wall, and the results were inconclusive, they said."
"What's 'a while'?"
"Come again?"
"How long ago did you have it analyzed?"
He hesitated a beat. "Four years."
Rowan's breath caught. In terms of DNA technology, four years was like four decades. A lot had changed in that time-new techniques, new tools, new profiles in the databases. But she tried to keep her face impassive as she folded her hands in front of her.
"I appreciate your effort to track me down," she said. It told her a lot about what kind of detective he was-precisely the kind that had prompted her to shift careers. "But unfortunately, I don't do police work anymore. You could say I'm retired."
"That's not what Ric told me."
She gritted her teeth. Damn it, she'd known doing him a favor would come back to bite her.
"Ric said you're selective, not retired." He paused, watching her. "He told me you gave him an assist recently and that your help was invaluable."
"I know what you're doing," Rowan said. She was immune to flattery, even from smooth-talking detectives who liked to play head games. "And I can appreciate the pressure you guys must be under with a serial case. But I'm not in that line of work anymore."
He leaned forward, and she eased back slightly. "Let me be straight, Rowan." His eyes bored into hers. "I need your help right now. Not next month or next year. Not whenever you get bored with what you're doing and decide to come out of retirement. I don't care if I sound desperate. I'm on a ticking clock here."
Her stomach tightened at his words. And his prediction that she would backtrack on her career change irked her. But he held her gaze across the table, and she felt that inexorable pull that had turned her life upside down too many times to count.
Excerpted from The Last Close Call by Laura Griffin Copyright © 2023 by Laura Griffin. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved.