{"product_id":"vision-impossible-a-psychic-eye-mystery-9","title":"Vision Impossible: A Psychic Eye Mystery: 9","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Laurie, Victoria\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBrand:\u003c\/b\u003e Berkley\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eColor:\u003c\/b\u003e Multicolor\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBinding:\u003c\/b\u003e mass_market\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Deckle Edge\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eNumber Of Pages:\u003c\/b\u003e 352\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date:\u003c\/b\u003e 05-06-2012\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDetails:\u003c\/b\u003e Product Description\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nAbigail Cooper makes a living as a psychic, using her vision to stop others from making a killing on murder. Now, as the FBI’s newest Civilian Profiler, she can add something else to her resume—spy. FROM PSYCHIC EYE TO PSYCHIC SPY \u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nThe CIA and Air Force need Abby Cooper’s help. The military has developed a software surveillance system able to lock onto any individual’s unique aura. The problem is, the drone carrying the software has gone missing, and the implications to national security could be devastating.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nTo get the drone back, Uncle Sam must recruit a special agent—a very special agent in the form of professional psychic, Abigail Cooper. With her fiancé Dutch Rivers by her side, Abby is eager to do her patriotic duty and stop the criminals before they set their diabolical plan into motion. But the deeper Abby gets involved in counter intelligence, the more she makes herself a prime target…  \u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nAbout the Author\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nReal-life professional psychic Victoria Laurie drew from her career as a gifted clairvoyant and police psychic to create the character of Abigail Cooper. She lives in Arlington, Massachusetts, with her two spoiled dachshunds, Lilly and Toby. For information about upcoming novels and appointments for readings, visit her Web site at www.VictoriaLaurie.com.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nExcerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\nFor the record, burying a dead body is a lot more work than it looks like on TV.\u003cbr\u003e\nAlso for the record, burying a dead body while wearing a clingy cocktail dress and heels, and in the pouring rain—darn near impossible. Of course, I had help, which could be why we eventually got our dearly departed dude six feet under. (Okay, so maybe it was more like two feet under, but who’s really measuring at that point?)\u003cbr\u003e\n“I think that’s good,” said my oh-so-gorgeous fiancé as he patted down the mud, leaves, and scrub covering our dead guy.\u003cbr\u003e\n“Thank God,” I said, holding my hands palms up to let the rain wash some of the mud off. And that’s when I realized my engagement ring had slipped off. “Son of a beast!” I gasped. (Yes, I’m still not swearing, which, at times, proves most inconvenient.)\u003cbr\u003e\n“What?” asked my sweetie.\u003cbr\u003e\nBefore answering him, I dropped to all fours and began to feel around frantically in the mud. “My ring! I’ve lost my ring!”\u003cbr\u003e\nMy fiancé threw aside his shovel and came to squat down next to me. “When?”\u003cbr\u003e\nTears welled in my eyes and my heart raced with dread. “I’m not sure,” I admitted, still scratching at the mud with my fingernails.\u003cbr\u003e\n“Hey,” he said gently, taking my wrists in his hands to stop my frenetic search. “If it’s in the grave, we’re not going to find it now. We’ve got to get out of here.”\u003cbr\u003e\n“But—” I began.\u003cbr\u003e\n“No buts. Now come on. They’ll catch on that we’ve killed the head of the guard any minute now, and they’ll come looking for us. We have to put some distance between us and them.”\u003cbr\u003e\nI was still crying, however, and I couldn’t get over losing the most precious thing I owned. “Please, Rick?” I begged, using the name easily now. “Just give me a minute to look; I promise if I don’t find it in—”\u003cbr\u003e\nAnd that’s as far as I got before the woods all around us erupted in gunfire. Rick pulled me to him protectively. I stared into his deep brown eyes as he growled, “Move!”\u003cbr\u003e\nHe got no further argument from me; we surged forward and I stuck close to him as we darted through the underbrush. We ran for probably a quarter mile, and I tripped and slipped almost the entire way in my heels. The darn things had no traction, and if Rick hadn’t been practically carrying me, I’m sure I wouldn’t have made it that far that quickly.\u003cbr\u003e\nWe stopped to catch our breath and listen for signs of a chase behind us. I did my best not to quiver in fear while he scanned the area. In the distance I could hear the occasional pop of a gun, but nothing seemed close, and for that, I was grateful. 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