About your Book:
Dr. Abbie Adler had chosen general, child, and adolescent psychiatrist to treat sexually abused girls. As a victim of such abuse herself, Abbie’s insights make her an effective therapist. In addition, her practice includes adult patients and provides group and individual therapy for a broad range of psychiatric problems including depression, personality disorders, psychopathy, and malignant narcissism.
On a December evening, the Berkeley Police find Abbie sitting in her car at Inspiration Point overlooking the East Bay of San Francisco. She’s bruised and catatonic. They transport her to Brier Hospital where they admit her to the psychiatric ward. The nature of her condition, and its cause, remain a mystery. After standard treatments fail, her psychiatrist recommends electroshock therapy. Finally, she awakens but remembers nothing of the month preceding. In addition, she discovers significant memory gaps from the past few years.
Abbie had been treating two victims of the Chabot rapist who targeted girls and as she’s making progress in their care, unbelievably, someone abducts and strangles them. Their deaths devastate Abbie.
During Abbie’s difficult recovery, memories of past events gradually return. They are fragmentary and torture her with memory flashes and nightmares. Gradually, she begins to suspect that one of her adult patients may be the strangler. When the police find Abbie’s prime suspect brutally murdered, both she and the police are befuddled. Abbie struggles to discover the identity of the strangler and those who may be abetting his actions. Will he/they get away with it?
Targeted Age Group: Adults, mature teenagers
Genre: psychological thriller
The Book Excerpt:
The last foggy wisps cleared over the bluff unveiling a panoramic view of the East Bay and San Francisco in the distance. The Berkeley Police cruiser had driven past Inspiration Point when Jake Owens noticed a car parked at the far end. He put the cruiser in reverse and pulled back to the entrance. “We’d better check this out, Ellie.”
They drove through the entrance toward the dark vehicle.
Ellie’s eyes widened as they came closer. It’s a BMW 325i. I love that car.”
Jake checked his watch, 9:15 p.m. and sighed. “Better get a second job. Rich kids. Probably love birds. Lots of energy, these kids. I get tired thinking about it.”
They pulled up next to the BMW.
He tilted his head toward Ellie. “It’s your turn.”
Ellie zipped her jacket against the cold, and then walked to the driver’s side. She turned back to Jake. “I can’t see through the fogged-up windows. They must be going at it hot and heavy.”
“Need some help?”
“Right,” she smirked.
Although she hated the baton’s whack against glass, it sure got people’s attention. “Berkeley Police. Open up.” With no reply, she whacked harder, and then stepped back. She placed her hand on her Smith & Wesson Police auto’s grip and rounded the car, trying to see inside. Ellie turned to her partner and shrugged her shoulders in a ‘what next’ gesture.
Jake approached the car with his baton and cracked it against the window. With no response, he returned to the cruiser and brought out their Slim Jim.
“Cover me, Ellie,” he said inserting the spring steel metal strip between the car window and its rubber gasket. He looked to the dark sky as he manipulated the device. After a moment, he found the rod connecting the lock mechanism, and smiled as the door lock clicked.
When he pulled the driver’s side open, a woman was sitting in the front seat with her hands fixed on the wheel.
“Police,” he shouted. “Don’t move. Keep your hands where I can see them.”
The woman remained frozen in place.
Ellie moved her Maglite’s beam over the driver. She was around forty with shoulder-length auburn hair. Her ashen face contrasted with bright blue eyes, wide-open, but unseeing. She wore a pleated skirt, a silk blouse, and hiking boots. Ellie stared at the boots for a moment and then pressed the door open lock. She walked to the passenger side where she found a woman’s purse. The driver’s license and a laminated copy of a physician’s California medical license showed the name, Abigail Adler, M.D.
Ellie moved back to the passenger side. “Dr. Adler. Dr. Adler. Are you all right?”
Jake radioed the dispatcher who said, “Do you need an ambulance?”
“Hold for a sec.”
Ellie pried the woman’s hands off the steering wheel, one finger at a time. When the last digit came loose, Ellie gently turned her toward the door, and pulled but she wouldn’t move. “Can you hear me, Dr. Adler?”
With no reaction, Jake shook his head. “It’s our asses if we try to move her and something happens.”
Ellie radioed the dispatcher. “Call Brier Emergency. We’re at Inspiration Point with Dr. Abigail Adler, age forty-one. Send an ambulance.”
“Is she injured?”
“Just some minor scratches and bruises on her arms and legs, but I don’t see evidence of head injury.”
Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived, lights flashing. They carefully placed Abbie on a gurney, loaded her into the ambulance, and headed for Brier Hospital.