The Line Between Here and Gone
The Line Between Here and Gone
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Overview
Each day is a struggle for Amanda Gleason's newborn son as he battles a rare immune deficiency. Justin's best chance for a cure lies with his father—who was brutally murdered before Amanda even realized she carried his child. But, after seeing a recent photo of a man who looks exactly like Paul, Amanda becomes frantic to find out the truth.
Lodged in a lower Manhattan brownstone, the Forensic Instincts private detective firm has built its reputation on achieving the impossible. Now they’re up against ruthless people who are willing to risk it all to make the FI team forget about the man Amanda desperately needs to find . . .
"The perfect blend of high-stakes action and gut-wrenching psychological suspense." —Iris Johansen, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Captive
Contains mature themes.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798874849696 |
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| Publisher: | Tantor |
| Publication date: | 10/01/2024 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.30(w) x 7.50(h) x (d) |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |
About the Author
became an instant New York Times
bestseller. With a worldwide following, she is also the author of several romantic thrillers and more than a dozen historical romances. She lives in New
Jersey with her family.
Hillary Huber is a multiple Audie Award finalist, an AudioFile Earphones Award winner, and an AudioFile Best Voice. She has recorded over 550 titles, spanning many genres. A huge fan of audiobooks, when she's not narrating one, she's listening to one!
Read an Excerpt
December, Manhattan
Amanda Gleason gently rocked her infant son in her arms.
A new baby was truly the reaffirmation of life. If she didn't know that before this moment, she knew it now. He was her child, her miracle.
Her responsibility.
She hadn't planned on facing motherhood alone. In fact, when Paul had disappeared from the picture, she hadn't even known she was pregnant. Maybe if she had, maybe if she could have told him, things would have turned out differently.
But they hadn't.
And now the weight of the world was on her shoulders.
Decisions had to be made. Pressure she'd never even imagined. And a bittersweet pain that came every time she held Justin in her arms.
She touched his downy head with one finger, stroked the peach fuzz of his hair. As she whispered softly to him, his eyes opened wide and he stared at her intently, visibly fascinated by the sound of her voice. She gazed into those eyes—Paul's eyes—and her chest tightened. They were a lighter brown than Paul's, probably because they had yet to mature to their true color. But the shape, the lids, even the thick fringe of lashes—those were all Paul's. As was his nose, a tiny version of Paul's bold, straight nose with the slender nostrils. He even had the dimple in his cheek that was Paul's. Other than his golden-brown hair color and small, pursed mouth—both of which he'd inherited from her—he was very much Paul's son. And even at three weeks old, he was developing a personality—easygoing like Paul, inquisitive like her. He spent hours staring at his fingers, opening and closing them with a fascinated expression. And he was always looking around, seemingly transfixed by the world.
Thank God he didn't know how much of a battlefield his world really was.
"Ms. Gleason?" A young nurse touched her gently on the shoulder. "Why don't you get something to eat? Maybe take a walk? You haven't done either all day." She reached for the baby. "Justin will be in good hands. You've got to take care of yourself or you won't be able to take care of him."
Numbly, Amanda nodded. She held Justin for one more brief, desperate moment, then kissed his soft cheek and handed him over to the nurse.
How many times had she done that in the past few days? How many more times would she have to do it?
Tears dampening her lashes, she rose, retracing her steps through the reverse isolation unit and out of Sloane Kettering's Pediatric Bone Marrow Transplant Unit. She stripped off her mask, gloves and gown, and tossed them into the discard bin, knowing she'd have to repeat the same sterilization process when she returned. She stood there for a moment, head bent, taking deep, calming breaths to bring herself under control. The nurse was right. She'd be of no use to Justin if she fell to pieces. And she'd done enough of that already.
Walking down the corridor, stepping into the elevator, and descending to the main level, Amanda felt the physical pain tearing inside her that always accompanied a separation from Justin. She hated leaving him. She dreaded coming back.
Outside the hospital, the world looked surreally normal. It was dark. She hadn't checked her watch in hours, but it had to be after eight o'clock. Still, traffic sped up and down the New York City streets. Pedestrians strolled the sidewalks. Horns honked. Christmas lights blinked from green and red to a rainbow of colors, then back again.
How could everything seem so normal when her entire world was crumbling to pieces? When everything she cared about was upstairs struggling to survive?
Still operating on autopilot, Amanda reached for her BlackBerry and turned it on. She didn't really care if she had any messages. But she had to check—even if it was just to seek out some pie-in-the-sky miracle that would answer her prayers.
No miracle. Just the usual crap from the usual sources—store sales, promotions, photojournalist magazine sites. Nothing personal. Everyone knew better than to bother her with anything short of a dire emergency.
Correction. There was one personal message. An email from a fellow photojournalist, a friend of hers who'd been traveling internationally for months and wouldn't be aware that Justin had already been born or that his condition had turned Amanda's life upside down.
She opened the email.
I'm in DC. I had to send this to you right away. Caught it on my cell phone yesterday. 2nd Street at C Street NE. Best quality I could get. But I swear it was Paul. Take a look. I know the baby's due this month, but thought you'd want to see this.
Amanda read the words, and, for an instant, she froze. Then she clicked on the attachment, staring at the cell phone screen and waiting for the picture to load.
The moment it did, she gasped aloud, her hand flying to her mouth. The image was a little grainy and was probably taken from twenty yards away. But clear enough if you were intimately familiar with the person photographed. And she was.
It looked just like Paul.
She zoomed in as close as she could, taking in every detail of the man who now filled her entire screen. Dear God, it was Paul.
A tsunami of conflicting emotions engulfed her. But she battled her way through them. Because one thought eclipsed all the rest.
What could this mean for Justin?
It was a mere ray of hope, a complex long shot. But, to Amanda, it was a lifeline.
She fumbled in her tote bag for the scrap of paper she'd been carrying around since last April. It was well past business hours but she didn't care. She knew they worked around the clock when necessary. She wouldn't call; she wouldn't give them a chance to turn her away.
As she unfolded the crumpled paper, she yanked out the file folder she carried with her at all times—just in case she ever followed through on her idea. Everything was in there. And it wasn't just an idea anymore.
She pressed a speed dial number on her phone—a call to her oldest and dearest friend, Melissa, who lived in Manhattan and who would never let her down.
"Lyssa," she said when she heard her friend's voice. "I need you to come over and relieve me. It's not Justin. He's okay. But can you come now?" She sagged with relief at the reply. "Thanks. It's an emergency."
What People are Saying About This
Engaging characters help drive the twisty plot, which builds to a stunning conclusion."-Publishers Weekly
"A gripping read, a breathless investigation and a satisfying end-what more could a reader want?" -RT Book Reviews
"The perfect blend of high-stakes action and gut-wrenching psychological suspense."
-Iris Johansen
"Andrea Kane sets new standards for suspense."
-Lisa Gardner
"Kane kicks off Forensic Instincts, her new series about a team of maverick investigators, with this fascinating story with sharply drawn characters, fast-paced dialogue, dark and dangerous minds-brilliant methodology and the types of cases mystery readers campaign to get."
-RT Book Reviews on The Girl Who Disappeared Twice
"Kane is a skilled writer, so the romantic complications...between her intelligent and driven main characters never get in the way of the suspense."
-Milwaukee Wisconsin Journal Sentinel
"Andrea Kane delivers a spine-tingling tale."
-Strand Magazine
"Smooth prose and engaging characters."
-Publishers Weekly on The Girl Who Disappeared Twice
"Kane is an adroit master at romantic suspense, and she keeps the reader guessing to the very end."
-Booklist
"Andrea Kane delivers the kind of edgy suspense and romantic tension that will rev up your pulse and keep you turning the pages."
-Jayne Ann Krentz