Just Forget

Book 4: A Cami Lark FBI Suspense Thriller

by Blake Pierce

Genres: Female Sleuths; Suspense

Synopsis

With her tattoos and piercings, MIT tech genius Cami Lark is rebellious and anti-authoritarian—and finds herself in deep trouble when she hacks the FBI. Faced with the choice of prison or aiding the BAU hunt down serial killers, Cami reluctantly partners. But as victims turn up in a chillingly normal setting, Cami realizes that, unless she cracks the tech riddle, more will turn up soon. Can Cami handle the pressure?

“A masterpiece of thriller and mystery.”
—Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone)
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JUST FORGET (A Cami Lark FBI Suspense Thriller—Book 4) is the fourth novel in a new series by #1 bestseller and USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose bestseller Once Gone (a free download) has received over 7,000 five star ratings and reviews.

A page-turning and harrowing crime thriller featuring a brilliant and tortured FBI agent, the CAMI LARK series is a riveting mystery, packed with non-stop action, suspense, twists and turns, revelations, and driven by a breakneck pace that will keep you flipping pages late into the night. Fans of Rachel Caine, Teresa Driscoll and Robert Dugoni are sure to fall in love.

Book #5 in the series—JUST ONCE—is also available.

“An edge of your seat thriller in a new series that keeps you turning pages! ...So many twists, turns and red herrings… I can't wait to see what happens next.”
—Reader review (Her Last Wish)
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“A strong, complex story about two FBI agents trying to stop a serial killer. If you want an author to capture your attention and have you guessing, yet trying to put the pieces together, Pierce is your author!”
—Reader review (Her Last Wish)
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“A typical Blake Pierce twisting, turning, roller coaster ride suspense thriller. Will have you turning the pages to the last sentence of the last chapter!!!”
—Reader review (City of Prey)
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“Right from the start we have an unusual protagonist that I haven't seen done in this genre before. The action is nonstop… A very atmospheric novel that will keep you turning pages well into the wee hours.”
—Reader review (City of Prey)
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“Everything that I look for in a book… a great plot, interesting characters, and grabs your interest right away. The book moves along at a breakneck pace and stays that way until the end. Now on go I to book two!”
—Reader review (Girl, Alone)
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“Exciting, heart pounding, edge of your seat book… a must read for mystery and suspense readers!”
—Reader review (Girl, Alone)
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Release date: March 28, 2023

Print pages: 197

Sample

PROLOGUE

 

 

The first thing Shiree Williams noticed, on arriving home on a cloudy mid-afternoon, was that the pathway outside their double-story Boston home had been swept clear. All the way from the road to the front door was spotless. She stared at it—surprised and reluctantly impressed—feeling somehow as if a wrathful wind had been taken out of her sails.

For how long, exactly, had she been asking her husband, Evan, to do that? She’d tried everything from texts to notes to reminders left on the refrigerator door.

It was almost as if that unswept, never-attended path had become a symbol for the frustration she was starting to feel about their entire marriage. That it wasn't working. That Evan was never going to be the husband she'd hoped he would be.

Then there was the whole issue of the dirty underwear, shirts, and socks that were strewn around the house. The plates and dishes left in the sink. The towels dumped on the bathroom floor. She'd always been a clean freak, but Evan didn't even seem to notice.

Running a hand over her neatly bobbed brown hair, adjusting the collar of her work jacket, Shiree thought about what this path meant.

She had to admit, she'd been ready for a fight. Today would have been the tipping point. In fact, she'd been planning to call Evan when she arrived home and tell him they needed to have “a meeting.” “A discussion.”

He must have gotten an earlier flight home after his business meeting, and now this was almost like arriving at someone else's house. Neat, clean, and ordered.

"Well, this sure is a turnaround," she muttered to herself. She climbed out of her car—she’d parked in the driveway, because although there was room for Evan's sports car in the double garage, the side where her SUV was supposed to park was filled with junk.

Then she walked up the path, casting reluctantly admiring glances at the neat edges. This was a thorough job. If Evan had been motivated to do this, he might get inspired to do the other chores on the ever-lengthening list.

She didn't know where that would leave her. Surprisingly, she felt mixed emotions at the thought that he was now acting in a way that would mean she didn't have to nag. An underlying sense of disappointment simmered.

Was she the one who was pushing the relationship into conflict? The thought lingered for only a moment before she pushed it aside. Surely impossible—she wasn't that person.

She mounted the steps and paused at the door. There was a note on the door in neat block capitals: "WELCOME HOME SHIREE."

Her eyebrows rose. That was sweet of him, she had to admit. He was definitely making an

effort here, going above and beyond, in fact. The writing was very neat, a departure from the usual scrawl that in happier times, she'd joked meant he should have been a doctor.

Had he sensed that she was pushed to her limits? It seemed like he must have somehow realized that she was not taking this another moment. That was good, right?

She opened the front door, noticing that the doormat was also free of the usual coating of dust and leaves. However, when she tried to turn the key, she realized that the front door had been left unlocked and that was a no-no.

Irritation, briefly quelled by the sight of the swept path, flared inside her again. She'd told Evan how many times that they needed to lock the door when they got home.

“They” being him.

"We live in a good neighborhood, but that doesn't mean there aren't burglars and robbers around," she had lectured him. "I don't want to lose what we have. That flatscreen TV, the laptops, my clothes, and we always keep cash in the house."

"But there's insurance, baby," he'd argued, smiling. "And I do lock up when it gets dark."

"Insurance isn't enough," she'd countered. "I work in the industry, but I’m still the first to say that prevention’s better. There are excess payments, your premiums go up, and it’s a whole hassle in any case. It's easier just to do things right. Isn't it?"

Sighing that things still weren't perfect, Shiree walked inside. She turned and locked the door behind her immediately. Someone had to do it and that was her.

With the door locked, she paused and sniffed. What was that smell?

It was delicious! Garlic, onion, the smell of browning beef. She'd always been a sucker for fine food, and the aroma that greeted her was as fine as any she'd ever smelled. ...