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The edge / Catherine Coulter.

By: Coulter, Catherine [author.].
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookSeries: Coulter, Catherine. FBI thriller: 4.Publisher: New York, New York : Jove Books, 2000Copyright date: ©1999Edition: Jove mass-market edition.Description: 341 pages ; 18 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780515128604 (paperback).Subject(s): United States. Federal Bureau of Investigation -- Fiction | Government investigators -- Fiction | Oregon -- FictionGenre/Form: Thrillers (Fiction)DDC classification: 813.6 Summary: FBI agent Ford 'Mac' MacDougal is recovering from injuries he received in a terrorist car bombing when his sister, Jilly, a medical researcher, drives her Porsche off an Oregon cliff - on purpose, it seems. Curiously, even though he was in a hospital bed on the other side of the country, Mac feels as if he were in the car with her as she sails toward the sea.
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An FBI agent's sister disappears after an attempted suicide. When Savich and Sherlock join the search, they discover a startling connection to a puzzling murder-and put their lives on the line to uncover the truth.

FBI agent Ford 'Mac' MacDougal is recovering from injuries he received in a terrorist car bombing when his sister, Jilly, a medical researcher, drives her Porsche off an Oregon cliff - on purpose, it seems. Curiously, even though he was in a hospital bed on the other side of the country, Mac feels as if he were in the car with her as she sails toward the sea.


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PROLOGUE Edgerton, Oregon The night was black and calm, silent except for the mellow whine of the newly tuned Porsche engine, yet she heard the soft, sobbing voice pleading with her again, whispering low and deep. It never left her alone now. No one else was near, it was just Jilly driving alone on the coast highway. The ocean stirred beside her, but with no moon out, it looked like an empty, black expanse. The Porsche, sensitive to the slightest touch of her fingers, gently swerved left, toward the cliff, toward the endless expanse of black water beyond. Jilly jerked the car back to the center line. Laura's voice began sobbing in her brain, then grew louder, filling her, until Jilly wanted to burst. "Shut up!" Jilly's scream filled the car for a brief moment. Her voice sounded harsh and ugly. It was nothing like Laura's had been, like a small child's sobbing, lost and inconsolable. Only death would bring peace. Jilly felt that voice, Laura's voice, build inside her again. She gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, 2 _ Catherine Coulter praying to herself, chanting for it to stop, for Laura to go away. "Please," she whispered. "Please stop. Leave me alone. Please." But Laura didn't stop. She was no longer a child, speaking in a sweet, terrified voice. She was herself again, angry now, and this time foul words frothed from her mouth, spewing rage and saliva that Jilly tasted in the back of her throat. She banged her fists on the steering wheel, hard, harder still, rhythmically, to make the malevolent voice go away. She opened the window, pressed it all the way down and leaned out, letting the wind tear her hair back, and her eyes sting and water. She shouted into the night, "Make it stop!" It stopped. Suddenly. Jilly drew a deep breath and pulled her head back into the car. The wind whooshed through the car and she sucked in mouthfuls of the cold air. It tasted wonderful. It was over. Thank God, finally it had stopped. She raised her head, looking around, wondering where she was. She'd been driving for hours, it seemed, yet the dashboard clock read only midnight. She'd been gone from home for a half hour. Her life had become whispers and screams until she couldn't bear it. Now there was silence, deep and complete silence. Jilly began counting. One, two, three--no curses, no whispers, no small child's pleading, nothing, just her own breathing, the soft hum of her car. She threw back her head and closed her eyes a moment, relishing the silence. She began counting again. Four, five, six--still blessed silence. Seven, eight--soft, very soft, like a faraway rustling of leaves, coming closer, closer. Not rustling, no, whisperThe Edge _ 3 ing. Laura was whispering again, begging not to die, begging and pleading and swearing she'd never meant to sleep with him, but it had just happened, he'd made it happen. But Jilly hadn't believed her. "Please, stop, stop, stop," Jilly chanted over that feathery voice. Laura began screaming that Jilly was a pathetic bitch, a fool who couldn't see what she was. Jilly stomped down on the gas pedal. The Porsche lurched forward, hitting seventy, eighty, eighty-five. The coast road swerved. She kept the car directly in the center of the road. She began singing. Laura screamed louder, and Jilly sang louder. Ninety. Ninety-five. "Go away. Damn you, go away!" Jilly's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her head low, her forehead nearly touching the rim. The engine's vibrations made Laura's screaming voice convulse with power. One hundred. Jilly saw the sharp turn, but Laura yelled that they would be together soon now, very soon. She couldn't wait to get Jilly, and then they'd see who would win. Jilly screamed, whether at Laura or at the sight of the cliff dropping some forty feet to the heaped and tumbled black rocks below. The Porsche plunged through the railing, thick wood and steel, picking up speed, and shot out to the vast empty blackness beyond. One more scream rent the silence before the Porsche sliced nose first through the still, black water. There was scarcely a sound, just the fast downward plunge, the sharp, clean impact, then the quick shifting and closing over, the calm water returning to what it had been just a second before. Then there was only the black night. And calm and silence. Excerpted from The Edge by Catherine Coulter All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Coulter adds another romantic suspense title to her series that began with The Cove. FBI agent Ford MacDougall is recovering from a car bomb blast when he suddenly begins to share a paranormal connection with his sister, Jilly, who is in a coma after driving her Porsche off a cliff in Oregon. He leaves his own hospital bed to fly to her side just in time to experience another supernatural experience. Mysteries multiply, Jilly disappears, and Ford hooks up with a reference librarian to deal with a situation involving a sex drug that renders its users psychotic, leading our hero to the rain forests of Costa Rica. Unfortunately, this novel is written in the first person, with all the problems that that entails. Brilliance has followed its routine of having the narrators read at a lightning pace to conserve cassette space, and if that isn't distracting enough, the readers change. Robert Lawrence reads Ford's part, and an unnamed actress performs Jilly's role. If someone is speaking from a telephone, there is an electronic sound, and when Jilly narrates from her coma, her voice comes to us with an echo similar to the bottom of a well. The writing is juvenile, the dialog is laughable, the characters undeveloped, and the ending falls flat. Libraries would do well to spend their money elsewhere. Not recommended.--Barbara Perkins, Irving P.L., TX (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Like Jilly Bartlett, who drives her white Porsche off an Oregon cliff in the prologue, Coulter (The Target) has an uncertain hand on the wheel of her rambling thriller. FBI agent Ford "Mac" MacDouglas, Jilly's brother, is a tough-but-tenderhearted protagonist unraveling the mystery surrounding his sister's plungeÄwith frequent interruptions for sex and violent surprises. Jilly, a brilliant chemist, survives the accident (or is it a suicide attempt?), only to disappear upon awaking from a four-day coma, leaving Mac with some vexing questions. What kind of drug have Jilly and her unpleasant scientist husband, Paul, developedÄa fountain of youth, a wild libido enhancer, a fertility drug, a memory-eraser, or all of the above? Why is Jilly deathly afraid of beautiful Laura Scott, who's ostensibly a reclusive research librarian but obviously far too street smart to play that role convincingly? Who killed retired cop Charlie Duck? Coulter risks exasperating her readersÄwho may tire of the relentless questions this book raises in increasingly heavy dosesÄwith excessive and transparent collusions; it turns out that the highway patrolman who rescues Jilly has ties to sheriff Maggie Sheffield, and that Sheffield is the ex-wife of a detective. The intrigue doesn't really add up to much, whether the action is taking place amid flowing champagne in the Edgeworth, Ore., home of wealthy evildoer Alyssum Tarcher or in the rain forest of Costa Rica where Mac and Laura are whisked, after being gassed, then drugged. Coulter, who made her name writing historical romances before shifting into modern suspense mode, packs her newest tale with an overabundance of perilous contrivances, and for the most part, between drug cartel kidnappers and love on the lam, the plot buckles under its own weight. Author tour. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Booklist Review

Coulter, known for her historical romances, can really write good page-turning contemporary romantic thrillers--such as The Maze (1997) and The Target (1998)--when she wants to. This one begins with a nightmare. While in the hospital recuperating from an explosion in Tunisia, FBI agent Ford "Mac" MacDougal has a terrifying dream in which he plunges off a cliff into deep water. When he awakes, he realizes that his dream is somehow related to his sister Jilly, who lives in a small town on the Oregon coast. He calls his brother-in-law early in the morning and discovers that Jilly drove her Porsche off a cliff into the ocean the night before and is in a coma. Flying to Jilly's side, he has another paranormal experience when he hears her say someone named Laura betrayed her. When Mac investigates, he discovers that Laura is a reference librarian in nearby Salem. He brings her to Jilly's bedside; Jilly awakes, then promptly disappears. As Mac and Laura search for her, mysteries multiply, and the two become embroiled in a caper that involves a newly developed supersex drug and a drug-running cartel. Mac and Laura, along with two other FBI agents now on the case, are kidnapped and taken to a tropical compound, and Coulter keeps serving up adventure, intrigue, and romance until the very end. --Diana Tixier Herald

Kirkus Book Review

After writing some 45 historical romances, Coulter recently decided to try another genre. She turned to the modern thriller and took on serial killers and the FBI in The Target (1998), whose husband-and-wife team, agents Lacy ``Sherlock'' Savich and Dillon Savich, return here. FBI agent Floyd MacDougal lies in Bethesda Naval Hospital, recovering from the blast of a terrorist car-bomb, when he has a nightmare about his sister, medical researcher Jilly Bartlett, pushing her Porsche to 85 miles an hour, shooting over a Portland coast road cliff at midnight, and sinking into black water. Well, Jilly had been acting strange and, secretly, hearing voices, but how can he explain hearing and seeing her 3,000 miles away in Oregon? Four days later, Mac tries to visit Jilly in Portland, where she's come out of a coma at last'but then she vanishes from the hospital. Sherlock and Dillon join Mac to look for Jilly, a search that amazingly leads into Costa Rica's rain forests, where the dangers include deadly animals and drug dealers. But the real answer to his disappeared sister'and her vanished husband as well'lies below the edge of the cliff where Jilly flew into space. Far from rich characters, though the main story (shades of The Lady Vanishes) will keep the pages turning. (Author tour)