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  • Mass Market Paperback: 373 pages
  • Publisher: Mira; Original edition (June 30, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0778325741
  • ISBN-13: 978-0778325741
  • Product Dimensions: 1.1 x 4 x 6.4 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (17 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #862,441 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Joan Johnston is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than fifty novels and novellas with more than 15 million copies of her books in print. She has worked as a director of theatre, drama critic, newspaper editor, college professor, and attorney on her way to becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Colorado and Florida. You can find out more about Joan at JoanJohnston.com.

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The shooter aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger. One dead. He squeezed again. A second victim dropped in his tracks. He held his breath and squeezed a third time. As the third victim fell to the ground, he whispered, "Gotcha!"

The teenage boy standing next to him whistled in appreciation. "You're a crazy man with that gun."

Ben Benedict, former military sniper, grinned as he blew off imaginary smoke at the end of his plastic M1911 Colt .45 and shoved the gun back into its plastic holster on the arcade video machine. "That's me. Your average lunatic with a gun. But you notice I won."

The thirteen-year-old playing "House of the Dead" with Ben laughed. "Really, man, you're loco. I've never seen anybody shoot like you. You never miss."

Ben accepted the compliment without bothering to deny the charge of insanity. It was entirely possible the kid was right.

Ben had done his best to hide the nightmares, the night sweats, the daytime flashbacks, the trembling that started without warning and ended just as mysteriously, from his family and his new boss at Immigration and Customs Enforcement, called ICE, the largest branch of the Department of Homeland Security.

As far as Ben knew, none of them suspected his struggle to appear normal since he'd resigned his commission in the army six months ago to become an ICE agent.

"One more game," the kid pleaded.

"It's Wednesday. I know you have homework."

"I can do it later."

Ben shook his head. "I can't stay. My stepmom's giving a prewedding party for my sister Julia and Sergeant Collins tonight. My whole family's supposed to be there. She'll have my head if I'm late."

"I can'tbelieve your sister's gonna marry a cop on Saturday."

"Sergeant Collins is not just another cop. He's my friend," Ben said. Their families owned neighboring plantation homes south of Richmond, Virginia. They'd been best buds until Ben's parents had divorced, and Ben had left Richmond to go live with his father in Chevy Chase. After that, Ben had only seen Waverly when he visited his mother on holidays and vacations.

Waverly Fairchild Collins, III, possessed a notable Virginia pedigree, but his family had been forced to sell most of the land around their plantation home after the Crash in 1929. The Benedicts still owned the vast tract of rich farmland surrounding their estate, The Seasons, where their ancestors had grown tobacco, but which now produced pecans and peaches.

The family gathered at the old plantation house, a white, two-story monstrosity right out of Gone With the Wind, on holidays and special occasions.

"That cop might be your friend," Epifanio said. "But to me, he'll always be a sonofabitch."

Ben bit his lip to keep himself from giving the kid a hard time about his language. At least Epifanio had given up using fuck every other word.

Ben had met Epifanio five months ago, when his older brother Ricardo had been caught in a joint ICE-MPD sting aimed at gang kids boosting cars in Washington, D.C. for shipment to South America. Sergeant Waverly Collins, head of the Metropolitan Police Department Gang Unit, was the man who'd arrested Ricardo. Epifanio didn't know that Ben, representing ICE, had also been involved in the sting.

ICE was working with the MPD Gang Unit because so many members of D.C. gangs—the Vatos Locos, Latin Kings, 18th Street gang, and especially MS-13—had once been members of violent gangs south of the border.

Gangs had been named a danger by Homeland Security because so many of their members were illegal aliens. Ben had seen the results of gang violence—the extortion, the theft, the beatings, the senseless death and destruction. The government feared that foreign terrorists might recruit these kids, many of them gangsters without a moral compass, to commit acts of terrorism. Hence the effort to interfere with the gangs' financial survival by eliminating all their sources of income.

Illegal aliens caught in the sting, including Ricardo, were deported back to their homes, usually somewhere in Central or South America.

Upon learning that he was being deported, Ricardo had asked if someone would notify his grandmother. His abuela didn't have a phone, so he couldn't call her, and she couldn't read, so a letter wouldn't work.

Ben seemed to be the only one moved by the eighteen-year-old's plea. Despite warnings from Waverly not to get involved, Ben had gone to see Ricardo's grandmother at her run-down apartment in the Columbia Heights neighborhood, a half hour north of his row house in Georgetown.

Mrs. Fuentes was a small, wizened woman with white hair she wore in braids bobby-pinned at the top of her head. She reminded Ben of his maternal grandmother, who'd died in a private plane crash along with his grandfather when he was ten.

Quiet tears had streamed down Mrs. Fuentes's brown, wrinkled face when Ben told her Ricardo's fate. Mrs. Fuentes offered Ben a cup of coffee, which he'd felt obliged to take.

When she had him seated in the tiny living room, where the brown couch was covered with vinyl to protect it, she told him how worried she was that Ricardo's little brother Epifanio—who, thank the Blessed Virgin, had been born to a black father in the United States—would follow in his older brother's footsteps and end up dead on the streets from drugs or gang violence. The 18th Street gang was already pressuring Epifanio to join.

Waverly laughed when Ben told him later how he'd offered to check in on Epifanio now and then and do what he could to keep the kid in school. Waverly warned Ben that he was asking for heartache. He'd told Ben his chances of keeping Epifanio out of the 18th Street gang and off hard drugs— highly addictive crystal meth and crack cocaine—when his brother had been a gang member and a methamphetamines addict, were slim to none.

Despite Waverly's advice, Ben had made a point of seeing the kid at least once a week over the past five months, although he never had told the kid what he really did for a living. Epifanio thought Ben worked in an office in downtown D.C., which Ben did. It just happened to be the ICE office.

It had taken a long time to earn the kid's trust. And there had been setbacks.

Three months ago, Ben had come by one afternoon when Mrs. Fuentes was still at her babysitting job and been concerned when Epifanio didn't answer his knock. He'd stepped inside the unlocked apartment and found Epifanio sitting on his bed, leaning against an interior wall spray-painted with graffiti, his pupils dilated so wide that Ben could have fallen into the kid's eyes.

"What are you on?" he'd demanded, searching around the kid's iron cot for drug paraphernalia. He'd pulled out his cell phone to call 911, afraid the boy might be in danger of OD-ing, but Epifanio had grabbed his wrist and said, "It's only Ecstasy."

"Only Ecstasy?" Ecstasy wasn't addictive, but it was still a powerful narcotic. Then he'd had another thought. "Where did you get the money to buy that junk?"

The kid had hung his head.

"Well?"

"I stole the E from a locker at school," he'd mumbled.

Ben had been so mad he could have wrung the kid's neck. "I'm taking you to the emergency room."

"It'll wear off in a couple of hours," Epifanio protested.

Ben had hauled the kid out to his car anyway, taken him to the emergency room and waited with him while the hospital did a blood test. The toxicology report confirmed that the only drug in Epifanio's system was the amphetamines in Ecstasy.

Ben had been standing by, his arms crossed over his chest, when Mrs. Fuentes arrived at Epifanio's hospital bedside, her dark brown eyes huge with fear.

Epifanio had been defiantly silent in response to Ben's disapproval. But when his grandmother sank into the chair beside his bed, crossed herself, closed her eyes and folded her hands in prayer, the kid started to cry.

"I'm sorry, Abuela" he said. "I won't do it again. I promise."

Ben had kept up his visits to the household. And the kid had been true to his word. Two months later, Epifanio was still off drugs, still not part of a gang and still in school. Ben was counting his blessings, but because of constant reminders from Waverly that the good behavior couldn't last, he was taking things one day at a time.

"I'm looking forward to having the sergeant as my brother-in-law," he told the boy.

"I hate cops," Epifanio said, his dark eyes narrowed, his lips pressed flat.

I'm a cop, Ben thought. But he merely met the kid's gaze.

Epifanio made a face as he holstered his own plastic gun. "You might wanta watch yourself when you come around to the neighborhood. I been hearing rumors of something bad goin' down."

"Bad like what?" Ben asked.

Epifanio shrugged. "Just guys lookin' over their shoulders, you know? That sorta creepy feeling you get when something's not right?"

Epifanio might not belong to the 18th Street gang, dubbed the 1-8 by the MPD, but most of the kids in his neighborhood did. It was impossible for him to avoid them entirely.

As far as anyone in the neighborhood knew, Ben was supposedly a "Big Brother" from the community group Big Brothers and Big Sisters. His ICE connection was a secret. Which was why another ICE agent monitored the activities of the 18th Street gang.

"Thanks for the heads up," Ben said.

Trouble among the gangs hit the streets like ocean waves. Some waves passed without incident. Some devastated everything in their path. He put a hand on Epifanio's shoulder and said, "You be careful out there, too."

"You know I will," Epifanio said with a cheeky grin.

"How about that homework?" Ben said.

The kid grinned. "I ain't got—"

"Don't have—" Ben automatically corrected.

"Any homework," Epifanio finished, his grin widening.

Ben ruffled the boy's short dreads, something he wouldn't have done even a few weeks ago. "Then go r...

More About the Author

Joan Johnston, the New York Times bestselling author of the Bitter Creek novels A STRANGER'S GAME, THE NEXT MRS. BLACKTHORNE, THE RIVALS, THE PRICE, THE LONER, THE TEXAN, THE COWBOY, and the historicals NO LONGER A STRANGER and COLTER'S WIFE, has written more than forty award-winning historical and contemporary romance novels. She received a master of arts degree in theater from the University of Illinois and graduated with honors from the University of Texas School of Law at Austin. Joan Johnston lives in Colorado and South Florida.

Customer Reviews

Just finished Outcast and now can't wait for more in this new series.
terryk
If you're a secondary character beware because your life is going to be totally upended and you'll have a very unhappy ending.
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People complained about a few things in this book but the most disturbing was the plot.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Toni V. Sweeney on November 2, 2009
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Benjamin Benedict is a man on the edge. An ICE agent suffering from PTSD after accidentally killing a child in Afghanistan, he now experiences the guilt of seeing Waverly, his partner and best friend, killed the day of his wedding to Ben's sister, Julie--a wedding to which Ben promised Julie he would deliver Wave safe and sound.When Julie is shot a few days later while in Ben's company, that's enough to send him plunging into a pit of despair.

Dr. Anna Schuster is a psychological counselor, introduced to Ben three times, and with each meeting, she's struck by his physical presence and the force of the anger inside him. The first time is at a veterinarian's, when he brings in a dog struck by a hit-and-run driver, a dog who repays him by biting him on the arm; the second time is at an emergency room, where he goes to have the arm treated and ends up in Anna's apartment in a semi-sexual encounter culminating in a PTSD episode. The third time is as doctor and patient when she's called in to counsel him before allowing him to return to work after his friend's death. Refusing to release him but being told he's needed for an assignment, Anna compromises by asking to be allowed to ride along with Ben and his new partner. She also commits what's tantamount to professional suicide by allowing herself to fall in love with her patient, entering with open eyes into a love affair with Ben in hopes of breaking through the façade of non-caring, mindless sex he uses to shield himself from further hurt. The fact that he responds to her, and also begins to show that he cares, gives her hope that he isn't as far lost as everyone thinks.
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Churn Dash on August 6, 2009
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Whilst the main plot was full of co-incidences, the secondary plot with the sister was way too distracting. Frankly, what I mainly remember about the book was the many unresolved or unanswered questions. I don't think I even care what the primary characters do in the future.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By S. Foltin on June 19, 2011
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I started reading her books many years ago. And while there was always some "sad" and "hard" times, I liked the characters. However, this book.... well it's the first in a new series and I'm concerned about where this writer's head is. I'm on chapter like 28 out of 78? That's about 30% of the way thru the book. Anna and Ben have "fizzle" between them, but not much interaction so far - we are spending a lot of time learning the complicated family dynamics. And the kicker???? There's been 7 murders and one rape so far and I can only imagine the grief to come.

I read trashy romance novels to escape from "the real world." Joan use to bring in some awful things in her story lines, but now it's like there's no romance. A lot of screwing... but little romance.

I'll finish the book, because I have to (I always read to the end regardless of how much I dislike what I'm reading). But I think this is the last time I buy a Joan Johnston book. I wouldn't want to be a character in one of her stories. I wouldn't want to know any of these people. And I feel like I have to deal with the real world to escape her fictional one.
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5 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on August 27, 2009
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I have to be honest, I didn't get anywhere close to finishing this book. Why?

First off, I don't like reading about the "hero" in the beginning chapters sleeping around with whomever he can find just to find some "comfort". And then we're supposed to like him later on????

Secondly, once I realized where the storyline was headed with the hero's sister, I instantly closed the book and quit reading. I've noticed from Ms. Johnston's previous books if you're a secondary character absolutely nothing is going to go right for you in this book. If you're a secondary character beware because your life is going to be totally upended and you'll have a very unhappy ending.

Since I didn't read this book in its entirety, I cannot comment on the book as a whole. But from what little I did read I knew I would just be wasting my time.

Knowing this is the start of a new series for her there's no way I'm going to be reading any of her subsequent titles in this series.

I find her books to be just too realistic or "real life". I like to read for escapism and yes, the happy ending - for all characters involved!
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I am a huge fan of Joan Johnston to begin with. The Benedict Brothers series was such a surprise to begin with. I thought the first one was my favorite until I read this third one. Suspense and romance are an excellent combination so long as you get the recipe correct. Joan Johnston does just that in this book. I highly recommend it.
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Was not that thrilled with this book by Joan Johnston. I have read much better books written by her. She is a great author but this one didn't compare with some of her other books.
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By Nancy. on May 25, 2013
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This is a "can't put it down" book! Having been a military wife & mother I find this kind of story intriguing & was not disappointed!
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By Pam on January 30, 2013
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Subject matter is different from most of her novels. I thought she dealt with the issues related to PTSS very well weaving this contemporary problem into another one of her entertaining love stories.
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