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Oh-so-chilling story of a self-proclaimed sociopath. A panel of those.
An explosive story if there ever was one. Don't want to spoil it but a reader is due for a load of surprises!
I'm a sociopath. I look normal, but I'm not. I'm smarter, better, and freer, because I'm not bound by rules, law, emotion, or regard for you.
I can read you almost immediately, get your number right away, and push your buttons to make you do whatever I want. I don't really like you, but I'm so good at acting as if I do that it's basically the same thing. To you.
I fool you.
I fool everybody. (c) Boo!
I've read that one out of twenty-four people is a sociopath, and if you ask me, the other twenty-three of you should be worried. (c)
No one's paying any attention to sociopaths, or they think we're all killers, which is a misconception.
It's not being paranoid to worry about us. You should be more paranoid than you are. (c)
We're here, and we prey on you.
We target you.
We groom you. (c)
They never see me coming.
Because I'm already there. (c)
I don't have any feelings, neither love nor hate, no like or dislike, not even a thumbs-up or thumbs-down like on Facebook. (c)
My face is a mask. I hide my thoughts. My words are calculated to please, charm, or undermine. I can sound smarter or dumber, depending on what you expect to hear. My actions further my self-interest. (c)
I'm neither your friend nor your frenemy, unless you have what I want.
In that case, I'm not only your enemy, I'm your nightmare. (c)
A guardian angel to the guardian angel. (c)
"They want me to give them my clothes. Can they do that"
"Eric, they're doing you a favor. You dress like a middle-aged lesbian." ...
"I don't like your attitude." Detective Rhoades frowned.
"Neither does my wife." Paul gestured to Eric. "My client is happy to leave you with his dorky shirt and Mom jeans. I'm embarrassed by the way he dresses-and I've represented pimps."(c)
"It's fine," Eric answered, sensing that there was a method to Paul's madness. The lawyer was establishing a jokey, though completely serious, dominance, and by asking Eric if he agreed, it made him feel more powerful. (c)
Dr. Eric Parrish is the Chief of the Psychiatric Unit at Havemeyer General Hospital outside of Philadelphia. Recently separated from his wife, Caitlin, he is doing his best as a single dad to his seven-year-old daughter Hannah.
Expand text… His work seems to be going better than his home life, however. His unit at the hospital has just been named number two in the country and Eric has a devoted staff of doctors and nurses who are as caring as Eric is. But when he takes on a new patient, Eric’s entire world begins to crumble.
Seventeen-year-old Max has a terminally ill grandmother and is having trouble handling it. That, plus his OCD and violent thoughts about a girl he likes makes Max a high risk patient. Max can’t turn off the rituals he needs to perform every fifteen minutes that keep him calm. With the pressure mounting, Max just might reach the breaking point. When the girl is found murdered, Max is nowhere to be found. Worried about Max, Eric goes looking for him and puts himself in danger of being seen as a “person of interest”. Next, one of his own staff turns on him in a trumped up charge of sexual harassment. Is this chaos all random? Or is someone systematically trying to destroy Eric’s life?
New York Times best selling author Lisa Scottoline’s visceral thriller, Every Fifteen Minutes, brings you into the grip of a true sociopath and shows you how, in the quest to survive such ruthlessness, every minute counts.