Valium addiction behind her and leadership role at New Start before her, Kate Marshall was all set to begin a new normal since her husband and son drowned 3 years ago. Abruptly, one word spoken by a child at the mall would slam the breaks on moving forward.
Poppysicle. The word her son Kevin used for popsicle came from a boy with the same blond hair as hers. He also appeared to be the same age as her son would have been. The voice was carbon-copy, and there was a spark of recognition in his eyes as he turned towards Kate when she called his name. He may even have come up to her. Except the man accompanying the boy whisked him away in a hurry.
Could it be that Kevin was still alive? Could she even dream it was possible? Not according to the accident report. Not according to both mall security and local police when Kate raised the possibility. Perhaps she was grasping at straws, delirious from grief and insane hope. Her mother’s instincts told her otherwise.
If the son she left for dead is still alive, she was going to do her best to find out. Surely a good private investigator could get to the bottom of what happened that day at Braddock Bay. That’s exactly what former Secret Service agent Connor Sullivan promised to do. He admitted it was a long shot, but there was enough substance in Kate’s suspicions to merit taking on the case. Besides, he kind of liked her.
Greg Sanders, by all appearances was a good man. Evidence pointed to his being reliable, trustworthy, and as squeaky-clean as they come. By all accounts, and Connor’s own observations, he dearly loved the adopted son Kate believed might be hers. Not at all, the sign of a cold-blooded killer. But then again after losing his wife and son “even normal, well-adjusted, caring people can crack up when forced to endure enough stress or loss or grief. We all have our limits.”*
If not him, then what? It could all be a waste of time. Or it could be the reunion miracles are made of. Danger loomed darker with each turn closer to the truth. With brilliant use of foreshadowing, Irene Hannon had me from page one. There was just enough intrigue and mystery to make Deceived hard to put down without keeping me awake at night.
The animated characters in the story drew me into the plot and made it credible. They came off as real people and added a bit of humour and warmth to the narrative. There’s plenty of suspense to hold your attention while a smidgen of romance leaps into your heart. Just when all the clues seemed to line up as anticipated I let out a gasp! Surprised and horrified I couldn’t believe the unexpected twist. That’s what makes this a great novel. Kept me riveted from beginning to dramatic, heart-stopping conclusion.
I’m honoured to be included in Revell’s Blog Tour for Deceived, the third installment in the Private Justice Series, which I received in exchange for this unbiased review. The novel reads smoothly as a stand alone with just a hint to the past books to entice you to go back and read the other two.
Isn’t it comforting to know the same God who showed up in the mystery of the Deceived story line with truth and justice shows up in the story of our life? In so many ways. One of favourites is the weekly link-up at Holley Gerth’s place where we meet the author of our salvation inside the heart and words of the Coffee for Your Heart Community. Won’t you join me there today for a cup of encouragement and inspiration?
*Quote from Deceived by Irene Hannon
Thank you Holley Gerth
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