From the Description:
Fate in plain sight.
Major Crimes Detective Samantha Reilly prefers to work alone—she’s seen as a maverick, and she still struggles privately with the death of her partner. The only person who ever sees her softer side is Michael Turcotte, a teenager she’s known since she rescued him eleven years ago from the aftermath of his parents’ murder-suicide.
In foster care since his parents’ death, Michael is a loner who tries to fly under the bullies’ radar, but a violent assault triggers a disturbing ability to view people’s dark futures. No one believes his first vision means anything, though—not even Sam Reilly. When reality mimics his prediction, however, Sam isn’t the only one to take notice. A strange girl named Tessa Masterson asks Michael about her future, and what he sees sends him back to Sam—is Tessa victim or perpetrator?
Tessa’s tangled secrets draw Michael and Sam inexorably into a deadly conflict. Sam relies on Michael, but his only advantage is the visions he never asked for. As they track a cold and calculating killer, one misstep could turn the hunters into prey.
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About the Author
In his head, Jason Parent lives in many places, but in the real world, he calls New England his home. The region offers an abundance of settings for his writing and many wonderful places in which to write them. He currently resides in Southeastern Massachusetts with his cuddly corgi named Calypso.
In a prior life, Jason spent most of his time in front of a judge . . . as a civil litigator. When he finally tired of Latin phrases no one knew how to pronounce and explaining to people that real lawsuits are not started, tried and finalized within the 60-minute timeframe they see on TV (it's harassing the witness; no one throws vicious woodland creatures at them), he traded in his cheap suits for flip flops and designer stubble. The flops got repossessed the next day, and he's back in the legal field . . . sorta. But that's another story.
When he's not working, Jason likes to kayak, catch a movie, travel any place that will let him enter, and play just about any sport (except that ball tied to the pole thing where you basically just whack the ball until it twists in a knot or takes somebody's head off - he misses the appeal). And read and write, of course. He does that too sometimes.
You can visit Jason at http://authorjasonparent.com/ or find him on Facebook and Twitter
Praise for Seeing Evil
"...one of the best suspense thrillers I have read in a very long time. In lesser hands it would have been a decent read but the author's skill in setting the scene, character development, and story telling makes this a far superior novel." - Book Nutter's Book Reviews
"... Parent writes in such a fluid, mesmerizing and realistic way that I found I couldn't stop!" - My So-Called Book Reviews
"Wow! That was just brilliant! Every single chapter straight from the very beginning had me gripped." - Andrew Lennon, author of Keith and A Life to Waste
"Jason Parent tortures us right alongside his characters. The world building is excellent and very real." - I'm a Voracious Reader
"Seeing Evil has some very special moments and is a very fast read. There's no denying Parent has talent." Glenn Rolfe, author of Blood and Rain and Boom Town
"Superbly fast paced from beginning to end meaning you will not want to put it down... Brilliant characters that gel together perfectly. A bloody good book." - Confessions of a Reviewer
"This is one seriously entertaining, thought provoking read." - Adam Light, author of Taken and Toes Up
"The entire story was strong, driven, and merciless in all regard from beginning to end. Even when you think you know where it's going, there's yet another--logical--twist." Horror After Dark
"Seeing Evil is a perfectly-paced book, with intriguing characters and white-knuckle, edge of your seat tension... Parent's writing here is top notch - sleek, efficient and with surprising emotional depth." - Evans Light, author of Screamscapes and Harmlessly Insane
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Stepping back so as not to alarm the child, Samantha scanned Michael for wounds, but she
couldn't find the source of the blood. She hoped it wasn't Michael's, but she saw no evidence, no
tracks or prints, that suggested Michael had been anywhere near the bodies. Then again,
shouldn't he be in a crib or something? What's he doing in here? There's no part of this that he should have been forced to witness.
Samantha moved in for a closer look. His hands rested on his thighs, the blood on them dry
and cracking on his skin. Something protruded from beneath them, something dark and metallic.
Samantha gasped. "Michael, don't move, okay?"
Michael seemed oblivious to her presence, swaying to a beat only he could hear. It was as
though she wasn't part of the world he was seeing. Slowly, she reached for the object with the
caution of one taking a bone from a snarling dog. Only Michael wasn't snarling. He seemed
uninterested in her, still rocking and staring blankly through her, unblinking and locked on that same focal point.
Maybe he's in shock. Maybe he does understand what happened here. His unresponsiveness was certainly beyond mere willful ignorance. Samantha didn't think he would notice if she lit a
firecracker in front of him. He seemed out of touch with reality. For the moment, Samantha preferred him that way.
With a hand as steady as a surgeon's, Samantha reached for the pistol Michael was huddled over like a bear protecting her cub. She avoided contact with him, fearful of what would happen
if she disturbed his trancelike state. Her fingers treaded over the barrel, searching for its grip.
She pulled the handgun, a black Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm, from beneath Michael. The
barrel brushed against his thigh. With cold, empty eyes bulging open like those of the drowning,
Michael gazed into Samantha's. She felt exposed, as if with only a look, the child could delve
into the recesses of her mind, revealing her every secret. The thought terrified her. So did Michael.
With reflexes beyond one of his age, Michael grabbed the gun with both hands. Samantha
quickly pulled it away. Unnerved as she was, she still had Michael's safety at the forefront of her
mind. She removed the weapon from the boy's reach, at all times conscious of its threat. When she found the safety smeared in blood, she clicked it on and breathed a sigh of relief. As she'd
expected, there had been a bullet in the chamber. She dropped the gun into an open evidence bag held by Tagliamonte.
Michael's eyes remained on her. They were blue and cloudy like the sky before a rainbow, a
fire as bright as the sun burning behind them. His mouth creaked open as though tiny gears
controlled its laborious motion. When his chin dropped so low it nearly rested on his throat, a sound, low and indistinguishable at first, emitted from somewhere deep within the boy. As it amplified, its sharp clamor made Samantha's blood ice within her veins.
At once, Samantha knew that not only did Michael comprehend what had happened to his
parents, but also that he felt it in the worst sort of way. His wail was ghostly and ghastly, the cry of one seized by agony. Samantha was afraid, both for him and of him, and of what such trauma
might cause him to become. Backing away, not knowing how to comfort the lost child, Samantha knew it would not be the last she would see of Michael.