"If You Hear Her" is a novel of romantic suspense that follows the story of Hope Carson, a woman who has been deaf since childhood and works as a librarian in the small town of Ash, Kentucky. One night, while taking a walk, Hope discovers a body in the woods, and her life is forever changed. The book has multiple points of view, including Hope's, several other characters, and the killer's, providing a thrilling and suspenseful read. The author skillfully weaves together the intricate plot of murder, small-town politics, and secrets that threaten to tear apart the community. Alongside the mystery, the book explores the romance between Hope and Police Chief Remy Jennings, who becomes both her protector and love interest. Throughout the book, Walker portrays Hope's deafness sensitively, accurately depicting the challenges and frustrations she faces in a hearing world. Additionally, the author incorporates American Sign Language into the story, bringing depth to the character and showcasing the beauty of the language. Overall, "If You Hear Her" is a well-written, intense, and emotional read that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.
The final hours of her life were brutal.
She didn't know where she was. She didn't know how long she'd been there.
By that point, she was so wracked with pain, so desperate for escape, she barely
remembered who she was.
She was twenty-three. She was going to medical school. She was bright,
eager, and before she'd fallen into this hell, she had loved life. Now she just
prayed for it to end.
She had been stuck in that hellish darkness for hours, days, possibly weeks.
And she knew she would die there.
She knew he was coming back-the door creaked. It was like a death knell,
heralding his arrival. As the door swung open, the ancient hinges protested.
A sob bubbled up in her throat as he laid a hand on her calf and stroked up.
She cringed away as much as she could, but the restraints at her wrists, waist,
knees, and ankles didn't allow for much movement.
When he cupped his hand over her sex, her scream, long and desperate, split
the air.
Her kidnapper, rapist, and soon-to-be killer watched, amused ... pleased with
her terror. "Go ahead and scream, sweetheart. Nobody can hear you."
"Please ..." her throat was so dry and raw from how she had cried. How she
had begged. How she had pleaded. She almost hated herself, for begging. For
giving him that pleasure. Some part of her just wasn't ready to accept the truth,
wasn't ready to give up Even though, in her heart, she knew it was useless. "Just let me go. Please let
me go ... I won't tell anybody, I swear."
He sighed. It was a sigh of long-suffering patience, the one a parent might
give a child. He even patted her shoulder as he murmured, "Yes, I'm sure you
won't."
A loud sound rasped through the air and she whimpered as she recognized it.
A zipper. He was getting undressed-no, no, no ...
Hysterical panic tore through her and she started to scream.
He raped her again.
Her voice gave out long before she was able to escape inside herself.
This time, though, her escape was final. She had retreated somewhere deep
inside herself-somewhere where pain didn't exist, where terror didn't exist.
When he ended her life, she never even knew-she was already gone.
Her name was Carly Watson.
It was a lovely day, the kind of day you just didn't get too often. The air was
warm and mild, with clear sunshine beaming down. A soft breeze drifted by.
Under the trees, it was just a bit cooler.
The perfect sort of day for a walk.
At least, Lena Riddle would've thought so. But halfway through, her dog
started getting anxious. Puck didn't do anxious. Not in the four years she'd had
him. But there he was, pulling against his leash, like he was determined not to let
her take their normal route through the woods.
"Come on, Puck. You wanted to go for a walk, remember?"
She tried to take another step, but the big yellow retriever sat down. He wasn't
going to move an inch.
Just then, faintly, oh so very faintly, she heard ... something.
Puck growled. "Hush," she murmured, reaching down and resting a hand on
his head. He had his hackles up, his entire body braced and tensed. "Easy, boy.
Just take it easy."
Standing in the middle of the trail, with her head cocked, she listened. The
faint breeze that had been blowing all day abruptly died and all those faint sounds of life she could always hear in the woods faded down to nothingness. A
heartbeat passed, then another.
It was utterly silent.
Then it came again. Something ... muffled. Faint. An animal? Trapped?
She scowled absently, concentrating. There it was again.
Her brow puckered as she focused, trying to lock in on the sound better.
Puck whined in his throat and tugged on his leash, demandingly. Lena turned
her head, trying to follow that sound. It was gone, though. The breeze returned
and all she could hear now were the leaves rustling in the breeze, the sound of a
bird call, and somewhere off in the distance, a car's motor.
Still, the faint memory of that sound, whatever it was, sent a shiver down her
spine.
"You know what, Puck?" she murmured. "I think you're right. Let's get the
hell out of here."
She only had a few hours left before she had to go to work anyway.
"... there...."
He stood over her, studied her hair.
The gleaming blond strands were shorn now to chin length, perfectly straight,
even as could be.
Her eyes, sightless and fixed, stared overhead.
That blank look on her face irritated him, but he wasn't surprised. He had seen
this coming, after all. Something about the way she had reacted, the way she'd
screamed.
The life had gone out of his girl and once that fight was gone ...
Well. That was just how it was.
Carefully gathering up the hair, he selected what he wanted and then bagged
up the rest, adding it to the pack he'd carry out of here. Later. Few things still
that he had to handle.
He studied her body, the long slim lines of it, her limbs pale and flaccid now, the softly rounded swell of her belly. Nice, full breasts ... he did like a good pair
of tits on a woman. The dull gleam of gold at her throat from the necklace she
wore. Strong, sleek shoulders.
Stooping down beside her, he hefted her lifeless body in his arms.
What he needed to do now wasn't going to be pleasant, and he wouldn't do it
here.
"So what do you think it was?"
"Hell, I don't know." A sigh slipped past Lena's lips as she turned to face her
best friend. Just talking to Roslyn Jennings made her feel better. And slightly
silly. It had probably been nothing. Nothing ... although it had bothered her dog
something awful. "It sure as hell had Puck freaked out, though."
"You sound a little freaked out, too."
"Yeah. You could say that."
Although, really, freaked out didn't quite touch it.
Grimacing, Lena forced herself to focus. Should pay more attention to what
she was doing or she was going to end up slicing up her fingers as well as the
potatoes. It wouldn't do the Inn's reputation any good if word got out that the
chef was adding body parts to the dishes, she thought morbidly.
For some reason, that thought sent a shiver down her spine.
"It sure doesn't sound like Puck. I mean, that's not like him. He loves his
walks, right?"
"Yep. He does. And you're right ... this isn't like him." She couldn't recall
him ever acting quite like that before. He was a good dog, protective, loving ... a
friend.
"Let's talk about this noise you heard. If we can figure out what it was, maybe
we can figure out what had Puck so freaked out. It probably had something to do
with the noise, right? I mean, it makes sense."
"I can't place it. Weird grunting. Kind of muffled."
"Don't take this wrong, but do you think maybe you heard somebody going at
it?" Roslyn's voice was a mixture of skepticism and interest.
"Going at it?" Lena asked, blankly. "Going at what?"
For about two seconds, Roz was silent. Then she burst into laughter. "Oh,
sweetie, it's been way too long since you've gotten laid. Sex, girl. Do you
remember what sex is?"
"Yes. Vaguely." Scowling, she went at the potatoes with a little more
enthusiasm than necessary. Oh, yes, she remembered sex. It had been close to a
year since she'd gotten any, and before that? It had been college.
But, yes, she remembered sex.
"So, you think maybe a couple of people were out there screwing? Although,
hell, if some guy is going to talk me into stripping nekkid in the great outdoors,
it had better be good sex. Bug bites. Ticks. Poison ivy."
"Sunburn," Lena offered helpfully. Perpetually pale, she had to slather down
with SPF 60 just for a jaunt to the mailbox. Well, maybe not that bad. But still.
"Sunburned hoo-haa. Heh. Doesn't sound like fun, does it? Although if the
guy is good ... but you were in the woods, right? So scratch the sunburned hoohaa. So, what do you think ... could you have just heard some private
moments?"
"You're a pervert, you know that?" Lena grinned at her best friend. Then she
shrugged. "And ... I don't know. I really don't know. The only thing I know for
sure is that Puck didn't want to be there-that's just not like him."
The dog at Lena's feet shifted. She rinsed her hands and then crouched down
in front of him, stroking his head. "It's okay, pal. I understand."
He licked her chin and she stood up.
As she turned to wash her hands again, she heard the telltale whisper of the
cookie jar. Smiling, she said, "If you eat all of those, you're out of luck until next
week. I am not whipping up another batch tomorrow. You're stuck with
whatever you bought from the store. With that wedding you've got planned, Jake
and I are going to be busy enough as it is."
Jake was the other chef here at Running Brook. They split the week, Jake
working Monday through Wednesday and Lena working Thursday through
Saturday-they traded off on Sundays, but with the wedding they had going on
tomorrow, they both needed to be here.
"That wedding," Roz muttered around a mouthful of cookie. "Hell, that
wedding is why I need the cookie-and store-bought isn't going to hold me right
now, sweetie. I need the real stuff. Good stuff. Shit. If I thought I could get away with it, I would have a White Russian or three to go along with the cookie."
"No drinking on the job. Not even for the owner." Lena smirked. "Hell, you're
the one who had to go and decide to start doing these boutique weddings. You all
but have a welcome mat out ... 'Bridezillas accepted and welcomed.' " Shoving
off the counter, she joined Roz at the island. "Gimme one of those before you eat
them all."
Roz pushed a cookie into her hand and Lena bit down. Mouth full of
macadamias, white chocolate, and cranberries, she made her way to the
coffeepot. "Since you can't have a White Russian, you want some coffee?"
"No." Roslyn sighed. "The last thing I need right now is coffee. I'm supposed
to be meeting the bride and her mom in a half hour to discuss the floral
arrangements."
In the middle of getting a clean mug from the cabinet, Lena frowned. "Discuss
the floral arrangements ... the wedding is tomorrow."
"Exactly. Which is why I need cookies." She huffed out a breath. "Damn. I
really do need that White Russian, you know. But I'll have to settle for the
cookies."
Lena smiled as her friend went for another one. That emergency stash wasn't
going to last the day, much less the weekend. She thought through her schedule
and decided she might try to make up another batch. She could probably find the
time. It sounded like Roz would probably need it. They were all going to need it,
probably.
"Does she want to change the floral arrangements or what?"
Roz groaned. There was a weird thunk, followed by her friend's muffled
voice. "I don't know. She just wanted to discuss the flowers. She had some
concerns." There were two more thunks.
"Well, banging your head on the counter isn't going to do much
good ... unless you hit it hard enough to knock yourself out. Otherwise, all it's
going to do is give you a headache."
"I've already got a headache," Roz muttered.
"Look, if she does have the idea of changing the arrangements around, explain
to her that the florist here closes at noon on Fridays. Somebody will have already
made sure the orders are covered, but changing the orders would just be too
difficult, and it could be too chancy to try someplace outside of town. If you lay it on thick enough, she's not going to want to risk it."
"Hmmm. Good point." The stool scraped against the tile floor as Roz stood
up. "I knew there was a reason I hired you."
"You hired me for my cookies," Lena said, her voice dry.
"Another reason, then." She took a deep breath. "Okay, no more cookies. I'm
going to check on a few things before I go talk to my ... client."
"Good luck. But do me a favor ... if she decides she needs a last-minute menu
change? Stonewall her. I don't care how, and I don't care what you say.
Stonewall her."
"This woman can't be stonewalled." Roz sighed. "I think she might just be
Stonewall. His reincarnation or something. You can't stonewall a Stonewall,
right?"
"Figure a way out." There was no way she was doing a last-minute menu
change.
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