Remnants
Brandon
Fisher FBI Series, Book 6
by
Carolyn Arnold
Genre:
Crime Mystery, Thriller
All
that remains are whispers of the past…
When
multiple body parts are recovered from the Little Ogeechee River in
Savannah, Georgia, local law enforcement calls in FBI agent and
profiler Brandon Fisher and his team to investigate. But with the
remains pointing to three separate victims, this isn’t proving to
be an open-and-shut case.
With
no quick means of identifying the victims, building a profile of this
serial killer is proving more challenging than usual. How is the
killer picking these victims? Why are their limbs being severed and
bodies mutilated? And what is it about them that is triggering this
killer to murder?
The
questions compound as the body count continues to rise, and when a
torso painted blue and missing its heart is found, the case takes an
even darker turn. But this is only the beginning, and these new leads
draw the FBI into a creepy psychological nightmare. One thing is
clear, though: the killing isn’t going to stop until they figure it
all out. And they are running out of time…
**Can
easily be read as a standalone!!**
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Prologue of Remnants (Brandon
Fisher FBI series):
PERIMETER MALL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 10,
11:30 AM EASTERN
THE TIME HAD COME
TO select his next victim. He had to choose carefully and perfectly—he wouldn’t
get a second chance. The mall was teeming with life, and that made for a lot of
eyeballs, a lot of potential witnesses. But he supposed it also helped him be
more inconspicuous. People were hustling through the shopping center,
interested solely in their own agendas. They wouldn’t be paying him—or what he
was doing—much attention.
He was standing at the edge of the food court next
to the hallway leading to the restrooms eating a gyro. The lidded and oversized
garbage bin on wheels that was behind him would ensure that anyone who did
notice him would just think he was a mall janitor on his lunch break.
The pitchy voice of a girl about eight hit his
ears. “Daddy, I want ice cream.”
Trailing not far behind her were a man and woman
holding hands. The woman was fit and blond, but his attention was on the man
beside her. He was in his twenties, easily six feet tall with a solid, athletic
build. He’d be strong and put up a fight. Yes, this was the one. And talk about
ideal placement—he was across from the Dairy Queen.
He wiped his palms on his coveralls and took a few
deep breaths. What he was about to do wasn’t because of who he was, but rather,
because he had to do it.
And he had to hurry. The family was coming toward
him.
“It’s almost lunchtime,” the woman said, letting
go of the man’s hand.
“Daaaaaaddyyyyy.” A whiny petition.
The man looked to the woman with a smile that
showcased his white teeth. “We could have ice cream for lunch?”
The little girl began to bounce. “Yeah!”
“Really, Eric?” The woman wasn’t as impressed as
the girl, but under the man’s gaze she caved and smiled. “All right, but just
today…”
“Thank you, Mommy!” The girl wrapped her arms
around the woman’s legs but quickly let go, prancing ahead of her parents and
toward the DQ counter.
“Brianna, we wash our hands first.” The woman
glanced at him as she walked by and offered a reserved smile. Had she detected
his interest in them?
Breathe. She thinks you work here, remember?
Smile back.
Remain calm.
Look away and act uninterested.
“Oooh,” the girl moaned but returned to her mother
anyway.
“We’ll just be a minute,” the woman said.
“Hey, doesn’t Daddy have to wash his hands?” the
girl asked.
Sometimes things just work out…
The woman smiled at the man. “Eric?”
“Yes, he does,” he playfully answered in the third
person.
Mother and daughter headed to the restroom, the
man not far behind.
It was time to get to work.
He took the last bite of his sandwich, crumpled
the wrapper, and tossed it into the bin. He casually moved behind it and pushed
it down the hall into the men’s room.
He put up a sign that said it was closed for
cleaning and entered, positioning himself next to the door. From there, he
could see his target at one of the urinals and another man washing his hands at
the sink. Otherwise, it was quiet.
Just as if it was meant to be…
The stranger left the restroom without a passing
glance. This left him alone with his target.
He twisted the lock on the door and then moved
behind the man, who paid him no mind. He took the needle out of his pocket and
plunged it into the man’s neck.
The man snapped a hand over where he’d been poked.
“Hey!”
It would take a few seconds for the drug to fully
kick in. He just had to stay out of the man’s way and block the exit in the
meantime.
“What did you…” The man was away from the urinal
now, coming toward him on unsteady legs. Both his hands went to his forehead
and then it was lights-out. He collapsed on the floor.
He hurried to the bin, wheeled it over to the
man’s body, and lifted him just enough to dump him inside. Once the man was in
there, he lowered the lid, unlocked the restroom, collected his sign, and left.
His heart was thumping in his ears as he wheeled
the bin out a back service door. Some people were milling around, but they
didn’t seem curious about him. He went to his van and opened the back door. He
put the ramp in place and simply wheeled the bin inside.
When he was finished, he closed the doors and
headed for the driver’s seat. He wanted to hit the gas and tear out of the lot.
The adrenaline surging through his system was screaming, You got away with it again, but he didn’t like to get too
cocky.
Still, he did take some pride in the fact that
he’d gotten what he’d come for—and it had been so, so easy.
Series
Information
What
to expect from the Brandon Fisher FBI series:
Profilers.
Serial killers. The hunt is on. Do
serial killers and the FBI fascinate you? Do you like getting inside
the minds of killers, love being creeped out, sleeping with your eyes
open, and feeling like you’re involved in murder investigations?
Then join FBI agent and profiler Brandon Fisher and his team with the
Behavioral Analysis Unit in their hunt for serial killers.
This
is the perfect book series for fans of Criminal
Minds, NCIS, Silence
of the Lambs, Seven, Dexter, Luther,
and True
Crime.
Read
in any order or follow the series from the beginning.
Why Serial-Killer Fiction Isn’t Going Anywhere
BY CAROLYN ARNOLD
Years ago, a rumor circulated in the writing
community that books about serial killers were passé. I didn’t buy it, though.
Had any of these writers picked up a mystery book or watched popular shows on
television? Serial killers were everywhere! And still are.
The truth is, many people have a morbid
fascination with serial killers and want to know what makes them tick, to try
to understand them. While people certainly have sympathy for the victims, this
addiction to serial-killer fiction, if you will, is similar to that of a
motorist who can’t stop looking at the car crash on the side of the road. They
are drawn to watch, and let’s face it: death connects all of us. That may sound
morbid, but we all face death and loss eventually.
We also know that serial killers exist in the
world around us, and the threat is real. In fact, a former chief of the FBI’s
Elite Serial Crime Unit noted, “A very conservative estimate is that there are
between twenty-five and fifty active serial killers in the United States” at
any given time. The truth is, you may even be in contact with one without
knowing it. And as it is with any piece of fiction, books involving serial
killers take us into the world of the what-if. But it
goes further than that: it plays up our fears and triggers the primal instinct
of survival.
Maybe it’s all related to the adrenaline rush
we get on a roller coaster, maybe it’s not, but one thing is certain:
serial-killer fiction isn’t going anywhere. This is one reason I decided to
start the Brandon Fisher FBI series and why I continue to write it today. Each
book in the series involves the hunt for a serial killer, and not only do I
provide readers with the viewpoint of the investigators but I tap into the
psyche of the killer, as well. It’s a dark place to be, but as I said, it’s a
real and intriguing one.
In the latest book in the series, Remnants, FBI agent and profiler Brandon Fisher and his team
are called to Savannah, Georgia, when body parts belonging to three separate
victims are recovered from the Little Ogeechee River. As the case takes one
creepy turn after another, Brandon finds himself embroiled in a psychological
nightmare.
Even though Remnants is
part of the Brandon Fisher FBI series, it stands alone, so you can pick it up
without having read the previous books. But let me ask you this: will you be
brave enough to join the hunt for this serial killer?
Remnants is available in e-book, paperback, and hardcover formats from popular
retailers, including the following:
CAROLYN
ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as
well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four
continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher
FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has
written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers
everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to
action adventures.
Both
her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by
those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading
her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW
ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn
was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she
also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted
by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her
stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her
books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
She
currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and
is a member of Crime Writers of Canada.
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