B. A. Shapiro
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Blind Spot is a supernatural thriller set in an upscale suburb of Boston. It opens as forensic psychologist Suki Jacobs—a single mother struggling with a big mortgage and an ex-husband in New Zealand—receives a phone call from the police informing her that her seventeen-year-old daughter, Alexa, is at the station, claiming that her ex-boyfriend, Jonah, has been murdered. Upon further investigation, Jonah is found alive, healthy, and playing basketball. But when Jonah is killed in a drive-by shooting the next day, Alexa becomes the prime suspect. Now Suki is plunged into a fight for her daughter’s life as well as a struggle over what is—and isn’t—possible.
This story of a mother-daughter relationship caught in the crossfire of modern life, kids with too much knowledge of the world, and adults with too little, is a vision of all that is possible if we are willing to take off our blinders.
your troubles,” Lindsey said. Suki glanced at her, surprised. “Even in here we get the paper. Watch the news.” “Oh, sure,” Suki said. “Thanks.” “So that call you got when you were here last week was about your daughter.” “Trouble with one of your children?” Lindsey had asked when Suki’s pager beeped. Suki had completely forgotten. “No,” she said slowly, “the accident wasn’t until the next day.” “Still,” Lindsey pressed. Suki smiled and raised a thick file with dog-eared pages sticking out
at the end of a long rutted road. Suki hadn’t been out there since Stan had left, and as she drove up to the building, memories emerged from the shadows: Stan and her walking hand and hand in the early morning fog, a tangle of legs and tanned skin as they made love in the hull of Stan’s boat, picnic baskets and pickles and the sweet sound of Alexa’s little-girl giggle. Suki pulled to a stop in front of the tall, silent structure and wondered when she would finally be done with the pain. “Do you
what?” Suki asked, although she was probably almost as familiar with the procedure as Mike. But at the moment she wasn’t Dr. Suzanne Jacobs; she was just Suki, a woman with a daughter in trouble. Mike seemed to understand this. “Generally, a probable cause hearing,” he said without a touch of impatience. “That’s where we’re going to prove that there isn’t even close to enough evidence for this masquerade to go to trial.” “Do you think you can do that?” “Good chance,” he said. “Yeah, I think a
basket against Lincoln-Sudbury. As Suki’s fear for Jonah cut through her fear for Alexa, Alexa’s words slowly took on meaning. Suki grabbed Alexa by the shoulders. “What do you mean, ‘when we drove away’?” Alexa’s head jerked back from the roughness of Suki’s grasp, but she didn’t say anything. “Did you leave Jonah by himself in the road?” Suki was appalled. “Were you driving?” Alexa nodded mutely in answer to both questions. Suki let go of her and reached for the telephone. “We have to call
although she had no idea what this might be. Suki’s words seemed to have an effect. Alexa blinked and raised her chin. “We, we didn’t go to the movies,” she said softly. “There was a party at Devin’s …” Suki stood and began to pace the small room. Alexa knew she neither liked nor trusted Devin McKinna—an antipathy now more than justified—and she also knew Suki would not have allowed her to take her car to a party at Devin’s house. Alexa had lied. Suki turned from Alexa and looked out the