Title:
THE ASHES
Author: Vincent Zandri
Publisher: Bear Media
Pages: 277
Genre: Thriller/Horror/Romantic Suspense
HORROR IN THE DARK WOODS
It’s been eight years since artist and single mom, Rebecca
Underhill, was abducted and left to
die in an old broken down house located in the middle of the dark woods. But
even if her abductor, Joseph William Whalen, has since been killed, another,
more insidious evil is once more out to get her in the form of the Skinner. The
son of an abusive butcher, Skinner intends on finishing the job Whalen started
but failed at.
Underhill, was abducted and left to
die in an old broken down house located in the middle of the dark woods. But
even if her abductor, Joseph William Whalen, has since been killed, another,
more insidious evil is once more out to get her in the form of the Skinner. The
son of an abusive butcher, Skinner intends on finishing the job Whalen started
but failed at.
How is he going to get to Rebecca?
He’s going to do it through her children, by luring them
into the cornfield behind the old farmhouse they live in.
into the cornfield behind the old farmhouse they live in.
HORROR IN THE DEPTHS
Now, armed with the knowledge that the Skinner has escaped
incarceration at a downstate facility for the criminally insane, Rebecca must
face the most horrifying challenge of her adult life: Rescuing the children not
from a house in the woods, but from the abandoned tunnels that run underneath
her property.
incarceration at a downstate facility for the criminally insane, Rebecca must
face the most horrifying challenge of her adult life: Rescuing the children not
from a house in the woods, but from the abandoned tunnels that run underneath
her property.
But the Skinner is watching Rebecca’s every move.
Horrifying question is, will she live long enough to save
the children?
the children?
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Albany Police Department
South
Pearl Street Precinct
Pearl Street Precinct
The old homicide detective sits
behind his metal desk surrounded by the cold quiet of the early morning,
staring forlornly into the radiant screen on his department-issued laptop. He’s
been using the laptop, which is integrated with the department’s web server,
for years and years now, but he still fondly recalls the days when his desktop
supported only a telephone connected to an old fashioned landline and beside
that, an IMB Selectric typewriter. And how could he ever forget the old two
tiered Inbox/Outbox?
behind his metal desk surrounded by the cold quiet of the early morning,
staring forlornly into the radiant screen on his department-issued laptop. He’s
been using the laptop, which is integrated with the department’s web server,
for years and years now, but he still fondly recalls the days when his desktop
supported only a telephone connected to an old fashioned landline and beside
that, an IMB Selectric typewriter. And how could he ever forget the old two
tiered Inbox/Outbox?
He glances at his inbox and the two
dozen or so new emails that have come his way since he last checked it the
previous evening. He scans the emails for their importance, relegating most of
them to routine, until he comes to one marked, “URGENT: Serial Murderer Hanover
Escapes Custody.”
dozen or so new emails that have come his way since he last checked it the
previous evening. He scans the emails for their importance, relegating most of
them to routine, until he comes to one marked, “URGENT: Serial Murderer Hanover
Escapes Custody.”
The detective, whose name is Nick
Miller, is a tall, wiry, white-haired man. He has been on the force for more
years than a man should be. Or so he’s been told countless times by his peers
inside the department. But he’s a widower who can’t seem to get over the fact
that his wife is gone, even years after her untimely death on an operating
table after suffering a burst aneurism. It also explains why he’s sitting
behind his desk, suffering from the pangs of a whiskey hangover, on a quiet
Sunday morning.
Miller, is a tall, wiry, white-haired man. He has been on the force for more
years than a man should be. Or so he’s been told countless times by his peers
inside the department. But he’s a widower who can’t seem to get over the fact
that his wife is gone, even years after her untimely death on an operating
table after suffering a burst aneurism. It also explains why he’s sitting
behind his desk, suffering from the pangs of a whiskey hangover, on a quiet
Sunday morning.
He opens the email.
“To Whom It May Concern,” reads the
department wide message. “The former cellmate of New
York State
registered sex offender and convicted murderer, Joseph William Whalen, has
escaped from the Mid-Hudson Psychiatric
Center in New Hampton, New York
while en route to a routine medical review at an upstate facility. Lawrence
Frederick Hanover, 69, Caucasian, was convicted on several counts of murder in
the first degree and is considered extremely dangerous. Both guards who were
assisting with the transfer were killed during an apparent violent exchange
with Hanover, aka Skinner, or The
Skinner. His present whereabouts is unknown.”
department wide message. “The former cellmate of New
York State
registered sex offender and convicted murderer, Joseph William Whalen, has
escaped from the Mid-Hudson Psychiatric
Center in New Hampton, New York
while en route to a routine medical review at an upstate facility. Lawrence
Frederick Hanover, 69, Caucasian, was convicted on several counts of murder in
the first degree and is considered extremely dangerous. Both guards who were
assisting with the transfer were killed during an apparent violent exchange
with Hanover, aka Skinner, or The
Skinner. His present whereabouts is unknown.”
Miller exhales, sits back in his swivel chair.
The email originates not from the
FBI but from the state police, most notably, the Rensselaer County Division. He
recalls Whalen as the maximum security inmate who, not long after his release,
attempted to abduct and kill the same woman, Rebecca
Underhill, whom he’d abducted back
when she was a little girl in 1977. Her twin sister, Molly, was also the target
of his attacks. Although Molly has since died, Rebecca, still lives in the area
with her son.
FBI but from the state police, most notably, the Rensselaer County Division. He
recalls Whalen as the maximum security inmate who, not long after his release,
attempted to abduct and kill the same woman, Rebecca
Underhill, whom he’d abducted back
when she was a little girl in 1977. Her twin sister, Molly, was also the target
of his attacks. Although Molly has since died, Rebecca, still lives in the area
with her son.
The email comes with several
pictures of Hanover, including
his most recent mugshots and psychiatric facility photo records. The small,
bald, scraggily faced little man doesn’t seem like he could hurt a fly much
less another human being. But Miller wasn’t born yesterday and he knows that
even a little man can kill as efficiently and quickly as a big, monster of a
man. Perhaps even more quickly and efficiently.
pictures of Hanover, including
his most recent mugshots and psychiatric facility photo records. The small,
bald, scraggily faced little man doesn’t seem like he could hurt a fly much
less another human being. But Miller wasn’t born yesterday and he knows that
even a little man can kill as efficiently and quickly as a big, monster of a
man. Perhaps even more quickly and efficiently.
Sitting back up, he scans the rest
of the email.
of the email.
“While state police have issued
state-wide APBs and launched a task force to hunt for Hanover’s
whereabouts, we are asking that police cooperate in every way possible to
ensure the quick, efficient, and otherwise discreet apprehension of the serial
murderer. All communications should be delivered directly to this office via
the email/phone number listed.”
state-wide APBs and launched a task force to hunt for Hanover’s
whereabouts, we are asking that police cooperate in every way possible to
ensure the quick, efficient, and otherwise discreet apprehension of the serial
murderer. All communications should be delivered directly to this office via
the email/phone number listed.”
Once more Miller sits back.
“The quick, efficient, and
otherwise discreet apprehension of the serial murderer,” he whispers. “Somebody
fucked up and that somebody doesn’t want the press to get ahold of this
story.”
otherwise discreet apprehension of the serial murderer,” he whispers. “Somebody
fucked up and that somebody doesn’t want the press to get ahold of this
story.”
Sitting there, alone in the quiet
office, Miller feels a distinct and very unpleasant chill run up and down his
backbone.
office, Miller feels a distinct and very unpleasant chill run up and down his
backbone.
“What would a schooled Statie or
FBI pathologist have to say about this rather delicate situation?” he whispers
quietly to himself. “That a killer as skilled and hungry as Hanover
is gonna slip up and be found sleeping in some crappy hotel somewhere? That
they can then slip him back inside his rubber room at Mid-Hudson Psychiatric,
like he’s some two-bit bank robber?” The detective laughs aloud. “I’ll tell you
something right now. If the Skinner doesn’t want to be found, then no way in
hell he’s gonna be found. Simple as that. He didn’t escape to be free. He
escaped to kill, to butcher, and that’s all.”
FBI pathologist have to say about this rather delicate situation?” he whispers
quietly to himself. “That a killer as skilled and hungry as Hanover
is gonna slip up and be found sleeping in some crappy hotel somewhere? That
they can then slip him back inside his rubber room at Mid-Hudson Psychiatric,
like he’s some two-bit bank robber?” The detective laughs aloud. “I’ll tell you
something right now. If the Skinner doesn’t want to be found, then no way in
hell he’s gonna be found. Simple as that. He didn’t escape to be free. He
escaped to kill, to butcher, and that’s all.”
His bloodshot eyes once more
focused on the laptop screen, the old detective shifts the curser so that it
clicks on the Action Taken box beside the open email. He clicks on Saved Mail.
focused on the laptop screen, the old detective shifts the curser so that it
clicks on the Action Taken box beside the open email. He clicks on Saved Mail.
Closing the laptop lid, he finds
that his hands are shaking. He opens the bottom desk drawer, pulls out the
bottle of Jack Daniels stored inside it. Pouring a generous shot into his empty
ceramic coffee cup, he drinks it down.
that his hands are shaking. He opens the bottom desk drawer, pulls out the
bottle of Jack Daniels stored inside it. Pouring a generous shot into his empty
ceramic coffee cup, he drinks it down.
“Skinner,” he whispers. “Who will
you flay next? Whose flesh will you feast on?”
you flay next? Whose flesh will you feast on?”
My Review:
This is the 2nd book in the Rebecca Underhill trilogy. I did not read the 1st book but will be soon. Even though I had not read the 1st book I had no real problems following this this book as it can be read as a stand alone. Mr Zandri does give you enough of a back story to let you easily follow along. I think if you had read the 1st book the amount of backstory would just give you enough of a refresher but not to much to bore you.
I love horror so this book was right up my alley. There were some blood and gore but not very much so it would be great for someone not into that as well. This is more of a creepy physiological book. It is a real page turner. It kept me on the edge of my seat and in a few places had me looking over my own shoulder. You don't want to read this book in the dark and some may not want to read it while alone either.
This book takes place 8 years after Rebecca's harrowing ordeal in a wooded cabin. Rebecca narrowly escaped a deranged killer then, but now has bigger problems as "The Skinner" is after her.
Rebecca's original boogeyman Joseph William Whalen who is dead, had a cell mate while in prison. Lawrence Frederick Hanover AKA The Skinner. The skinner has escaped prison and is now after Rebecca, but instead of going straight for her he has decided to get her where it really hurts, Her Kids.
Rebecca may be weak in some aspects but when it comes to the dark she is strong. She must save her kids as well as herself.
Meet the Author
Winner
of the 2015 PWA Shamus Award and the 2015 ITW Thriller Award for Best Original Paperback
Novel, Vincent Zandri is the NEW YORK TIMES, USA
TODAY, and AMAZON KINDLE No.1 bestselling author of more than 25 novels
including THE REMAINS, MOONLIGHT WEEPS, EVERYTHING BURNS, and ORCHARD GROVE. He
is also the author of numerous Amazon bestselling digital shorts, PATHOLOGICAL,
TRUE STORIES and MOONLIGHT MAFIA among them. Harlan Coben has described THE
INNOCENT (formerly As Catch Can) as "...gritty, fast-paced, lyrical and
haunting," while the New York Post called it "Sensational...Masterful...Brilliant!"
Zandri's list of domestic publishers include Delacorte, Dell, Down & Out
Books, Thomas & Mercer and Polis Books, while his foreign publisher is Meme
Publishers of Milan and Paris. An MFA in Writing graduate of Vermont
College, Zandri's work is translated
in the Dutch, Russian, French, Italian, and Japanese. Recently, Zandri was the
subject of a major feature by the New York Times. He has also made appearances
on Bloomberg TV and FOX news. In December 2014, Suspense Magazine named
Zandri's, THE SHROUD KEY, as one of the "Best Books of 2014."
Recently, Suspense Magazine selected WHEN SHADOWS COME as one of the "Best
Books of 2016". A freelance photo-journalist and the author of the popular
"lit blog," The Vincent Zandri Vox, Zandri has written for Living
Ready Magazine, RT, New York Newsday, Hudson Valley Magazine, The Times Union
(Albany), Game & Fish Magazine, and many more. He lives in New
York and Florence, Italy.
of the 2015 PWA Shamus Award and the 2015 ITW Thriller Award for Best Original Paperback
Novel, Vincent Zandri is the NEW YORK TIMES, USA
TODAY, and AMAZON KINDLE No.1 bestselling author of more than 25 novels
including THE REMAINS, MOONLIGHT WEEPS, EVERYTHING BURNS, and ORCHARD GROVE. He
is also the author of numerous Amazon bestselling digital shorts, PATHOLOGICAL,
TRUE STORIES and MOONLIGHT MAFIA among them. Harlan Coben has described THE
INNOCENT (formerly As Catch Can) as "...gritty, fast-paced, lyrical and
haunting," while the New York Post called it "Sensational...Masterful...Brilliant!"
Zandri's list of domestic publishers include Delacorte, Dell, Down & Out
Books, Thomas & Mercer and Polis Books, while his foreign publisher is Meme
Publishers of Milan and Paris. An MFA in Writing graduate of Vermont
College, Zandri's work is translated
in the Dutch, Russian, French, Italian, and Japanese. Recently, Zandri was the
subject of a major feature by the New York Times. He has also made appearances
on Bloomberg TV and FOX news. In December 2014, Suspense Magazine named
Zandri's, THE SHROUD KEY, as one of the "Best Books of 2014."
Recently, Suspense Magazine selected WHEN SHADOWS COME as one of the "Best
Books of 2016". A freelance photo-journalist and the author of the popular
"lit blog," The Vincent Zandri Vox, Zandri has written for Living
Ready Magazine, RT, New York Newsday, Hudson Valley Magazine, The Times Union
(Albany), Game & Fish Magazine, and many more. He lives in New
York and Florence, Italy.
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