Friday Memes: Deeper Than the Dead by Tami Hoag

Happy Friday everybody!

Book Beginnings on Friday is now hosted by Rose City Reader. The Friday 56 is hosted at Freda's Voice. Check out the links above for the rules and for the posts of the participants each week. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

Beginning:

My Hero
My hero is my dad. He is a great person. He works hard, is nice to everyone, and tries to help people.

His victim would have screamed if she could have. He had seen to it she could not open her mouth. There would have been terror in her eyes. He had made certain she could not open them. He had rendered her blind and mute, making her the perfect woman. Beautiful. Seen and not heard. Obedient. He had immobilized her so she could not fight him.

Friday 56:

"Tell me about Tommy."

"Tommy?" Anne Navarre turned her back to the windows, leaned back against the credenza, and crossed her arms -- but not as tightly as before. "He's very bright, conscientious, quiet, sweet."

"He has a crush on you."

She made a little face and shook her head.

This week I am spotlighting Deeper Than the Dead by Tami Hoag which has been hanging around on my TBR mountain since Jan. 12, 2011. Here is the description from Amazon:

A serial killer terrorizes a small California town in this gripping thriller from #1 New York Timesbestselling author Tami Hoag.

California, 1985—Four children and young teacher Anne Navarre make a gruesome discovery: a partially buried female body, her eyes and mouth glued shut. A serial killer is at large, and the very bonds that hold their idyllic town together are about to be tested to the breaking point.

Tasked with finding the killer, FBI investigator Vince Leone employs a new and controversial FBI technique called “profiling,” which plunges him into the lives of the four children—and the young teacher whose need to uncover the truth is as intense as his own.

But as new victims are found and pressure from the media grows, Vince and Anne find themselves circling the same small group of local suspects, unsure if those who suffer most are the victims themselves—or those close to the killer, blissfully unaware that someone very near to them is a murderous psychopath…