A Thin Dark Line: A Novel

Mass Market Paperback | April 1, 1998

byTami Hoag

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Terror stalks the streets of Bayou Breaux, Louisiana. A suspected murderer is free on a technicality, and the cop accused of planting evidence against him is ordered off the case. But Detective Nick Fourcade refuses to walk away. He’s stepped over the line before. This case threatens to push him over the edge.

He’s not the only one. Deputy Annie Broussard found the woman’s mutilated body. She still hears the phantom echoes of dying screams. She wants justice. But pursuing the investigation will mean forming an alliance with a man she doesn’t trust and making enemies of the men she works with. It will mean being drawn into the confidence of a killer. For Annie Broussard, finding justice will mean risking everything—including her life.

The search for the truth has begun—one that will lead down a twisted trail through the steamy bayous of Louisiana, and deep into the darkest reaches of the human heart.

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Down in Bayou Breaux, La., a small technicality allows a suspected murderer to be set free, and the cop accused of planting the evidence thrown off the case. Yet Detective Nick Fourcade has crossed the line in the past and he’s not about to let this catch get away so easily. So begins A Thin Dark Line from veteran author of suspens...

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Terror stalks the streets of Bayou Breaux, Louisiana. A suspected murderer is free on a technicality, and the cop accused of planting evidence against him is ordered off the case. But Detective Nick Fourcade refuses to walk away. He’s stepped over the line before. This case threatens to push him over the edge.He’s not the only one. Dep...

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"Patricia Cornwell, eat your heart out! Tami Hoag...sets a standard in suspense."—Atlanta Journal"Tami Hoag writes the kind of can't-put-it-down suspense that keeps you on edge to the final sentence."—John Saul, author of The Homing

Tami Hoag's novels have appeared regularly on national bestseller lists since the publication of her first book in 1988. She lives in Los Angeles.

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Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:592 pages, 6.9 × 4.2 × 1.4 inPublished:April 1, 1998Publisher:Random House Publishing Group

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read I really enjoyed this book and plan to read more from this author.
Date published: 2015-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it - Give me more! This was my first intro into Tami Hoag and I loved it! An excellent mix of mystery and romance. I keep reading her books to find one as good, but so far no luck. I haven't given up.
Date published: 2008-07-15
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Good but long The book is well written and has some great character development but there are a number of times when you are left thinking," get on with it". One thing i will say about the book you'll never guess who the murderer is until the end which is exactly how mysteries should be written.
Date published: 2006-07-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Nice! Interesting, and i highly recommend it...though the romance part is predictable from the first few chapters.The plot itself twists in ways as to amaze the reader every time.
Date published: 2003-03-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down! What a great book! As I started reading the book I was intrigued by the plot and all the possible suspects. I had to keep reading the book to find out what was going to happen next.
Date published: 2001-11-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Thin Dark Line Amazing story with enough intrigue and interest to keep you pinned to the pages! Stunning police story with extracts from the lives of those intertwined with each other and their representative professions! I really enjoyed the story and found myself "rooting for the underdog" She is a great writer, "Ashes to Ashes" is another great book written very recently by Tami Hoag. I would highly recommend this book. I think her writing is equal to if not superior to John Grishom. Read the book!!
Date published: 2000-09-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Thin Dark Line A Thin Dark Line is one of the most thrilling books I have read! This would be an excellent book for any reader looking for a good suspense and a little romance! A book you can not put down!
Date published: 2000-09-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wicket Story Do you want good mistery, well have I got news for you. Tami hoah has to be the best mistery writer out there today.A thin dark line envloves two main charcters named Annie & Nick Forcade (which in the novle he is referd to as forcade) This book will make you want to reed on and on and believe me you won't put it down.
Date published: 2000-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Thin Dark Line Excellent who-done-it! Great character development and plot twists. I couldn't put it down!!
Date published: 2000-01-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Sexy Story If anyone is looking for a great new author to read, Tami Hoag will not dissappoint you. Nick, a sexy detective, was captivating. Annie, a young deputy, was strong yet feminine. Was very pleased with this new find. A really great read.
Date published: 1999-08-07

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Her body lay on the floor. Her slender arms outflung, palms up. Death. Cold and brutal, strangely intimate.The people rose in unison as the judge emerged from his chambers. The Honorable Franklin Monahan. The figurehead of justice. The decision would be his.Black pools of blood in the silver moonlight. Her life drained from her to puddle on the hard cypress floor.Richard Kudrow, the defense attorney. Thin, gray, and stoop-shouldered, as if the fervor for justice had burned away all excess within him and had begun to consume muscle mass. Sharp eyes and the strength of his voice belied the image of frailty.Her naked body inscribed with the point of a knife. A work of violent art.Smith Pritchett, the district attorney. Sturdy and aristocratic. The gold of his cuff links catching the light as he raised his hands in supplication.Cries for mercy smothered by the cold shadow of death.Chaos and outrage rolled through the crowd in a wave of sound as Monahan pronounced his ruling. The small amethyst ring had not been listed on the search warrant of the defendant's home and was, therefore, beyond the scope of the warrant and not legally subject to seizure.Pamela Bichon, thirty-seven, separated, mother of a nine-year-old girl. Brutally murdered. Eviscerated. Her naked body found in a vacant house on Pony Bayou, spikes driven through the palms of her hands into the wood floor; her sightless eyes staring up at nothing through the slits of a feather Mardi Gras mask.Case dismissed.The crowd spilled from the Partout Parish Courthouse, past the thick Doric columns and down the broad steps, a buzzing swarm of humanity centering on the key figures of the drama that had played out in Judge Monahan's courtroom.Smith Pritchett focused his narrow gaze on the navy blue Lincoln that awaited him at the curb and snapped off a staccato line of "no comments" to the frenzied press. Richard Kudrow, however, stopped his descent dead center on the steps.Trouble was the word that came immediately to Annie Broussard as the press began to circle the defense attorney and his client. Like every other deputy in the sheriff's office, she had hoped against hope that Kudrow would fail in his attempt to get the ring thrown out as evidence. They had all hoped Smith Pritchett would be the one crowing on the courthouse steps.Sergeant Hooker's voice crackled over the portable radio. "Savoy, Mullen, Prejean, Broussard, move in front of those goddamn reporters. Establish some distance between the crowd and Kudrow and Renard before this turns into a goddamn cluster fuck."Annie edged her way between bodies, her hand resting on the butt of her baton, her eyes on Marcus Renard as Kudrow began to speak. He stood beside his attorney, looking uncomfortable with the attention being focused on him. He wasn't a man to draw notice. Quiet, unassuming, an architect in the firm of Bowen & Briggs. Not ugly, not handsome. Thinning brown hair neatly combed and hazel eyes that seemed a little too big for their sockets. He stood with his shoulders stooped and his chest sunken, a younger shadow of his attorney. His mother stood on the step above him, a thin woman with a startled expression and a mouth as tight and straight as a hyphen."Some people will call this ruling a travesty of justice," Kudrow said loudly. "The only travesty of justice here has been perpetrated by the Partout Parish Sheriff's Department. Their investigation of my client has been nothing short of harassment. Two prior searches of Mr. Renard's home produced nothing that might tie him to the murder of Pamela Bichon.""Are you suggesting the sheriff's department manipulated evidence?" a reporter called out."Mr. Renard has been the victim of a narrow and fanatical investigation led by Detective Nick Fourcade. Y'all are aware of Fourcade's record with the New Orleans Police Department, of the reputation he brought with him to this parish. Detective Fourcade allegedly found that ring in my client's home. Draw your own conclusions."As she elbowed past a television cameraman, Annie could see Fourcade turning around, half a dozen steps down from Kudrow. The cameras focused on him hastily. His expression was a stone mask, his eyes hidden by a pair of mirrored sunglasses. A cigarette smoldered between his lips. His temper was a thing of legend. Rumors abounded throughout the department that he was not quite sane.He said nothing in answer to Kudrow's insinuation, and yet the air between them seemed to thicken. Anticipation held the crowd's breath. Fourcade pulled the cigarette from his mouth and flung it down, exhaling smoke through his nostrils. Annie took a half step toward Kudrow, her fingers curling around the grip of her baton. In the next heartbeat Fourcade was bounding up the steps straight at Renard, shouting, "NO!""He'll kill him!" someone shrieked."Fourcade!" Hooker's voice boomed as the fat sergeant lunged after him, grabbing at and missing the back of his shirt."You killed her! You killed my baby girl!"The anguished shouts tore from the throat of Hunter Davidson, Pamela Bichon's father, as he hurled himself down the steps at Renard, his eyes rolling, one arm swinging wildly, the other hand clutching a .45.Fourcade knocked Renard aside with a beefy shoulder, grabbed Davidson's wrist, and shoved it skyward as the .45 barked out a shot and screams went up all around. Annie hit Davidson from the right side, her much smaller body colliding with his just as Fourcade threw his weight against the man from the left. Davidson's knees buckled and they all went down in a tangle of arms and legs, grunting and shouting, bouncing hard down the steps, Annie at the bottom of the heap. Her breath was pounded out of her as she hit the concrete steps with four hundred pounds of men on top of her."He killed her!" Hunter Davidson sobbed, his big body going limp. "He butchered my girl!"Annie wriggled out from under him and sat up, grimacing. All she could think was that no physical pain could compare with what this man must have been enduring.Swiping back the strands of dark hair that had pulled loose from her ponytail, she gingerly brushed over the throbbing knot on the back of her head. Her fingertips came away sticky with blood."Take this," Fourcade ordered in a low voice, thrusting Davidson's gun at Annie butt-first. Frowning, he leaned down over Davidson and put a hand on the man's shoulder even as Prejean snapped the cuffs on him. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I wish I coulda let you kill him."Annie pushed to her feet and tried to straighten the bulletproof vest she wore beneath her shirt. Hunter Davidson was a good man. An honest, hardworking planter who had put his daughter through college and walked her down the aisle the day she married Donnie Bichon. Her murder had shattered him, and the subsequent lack of justice had driven him to this desperate edge. And tonight Hunter Davidson would be the man sitting in jail while Marcus Renard slept in his own bed."Broussard!" Hooker snapped irritably, suddenly looming over her, porcine and ugly. "Gimme that gun. Don't just stand there gawking. Get down to that cruiser and open the goddamn doors.""Yes, sir." Not quite steady on her feet, she started around the back side of the crowd.With the danger past, the press was in full cry again, more frenzied than before. Renard's entourage had been hustled off the steps. The focus was on Davidson now. Cameramen jostled one another for shots of the despondent father. Microphones were thrust at Smith Pritchett."Will you file charges, Mr. Pritchett?""Will charges be filed, Mr. Pritchett?""Mr. Pritchett, what kind of charges will you file?"Pritchett glared at them. "That remains to be seen. Please back away and let the officers do their job.""Davidson couldn't get justice in court, so he sought to take it himself. Do you feel responsible, Mr. Pritchett?""We did the best we could with the evidence we had.""Tainted evidence?""I didn't gather it," he snapped, starting back up the steps toward the courthouse, his face as pink as a new sunburn.Limping, Annie descended the last of the steps and opened the back door of the blue and white cruiser sitting at the curb. Fourcade escorted the sobbing Davidson to the car, with Savoy and Hooker just behind them, and Mullen and Prejean flanking them. The crowd rushed along behind them and beside them like guests at a wedding seeing off the happy couple."You gonna book him in, Fourcade?" Hooker asked as Davidson disappeared into the back seat."The hell," Fourcade growled, slamming the door. "He didn't commit the worst crime here today. Not even if he'd'a killed the son of a bitch. Book him yourself."The belligerence brought a rise of color to Hooker's face, but he said nothing as Fourcade crossed the street to a battered black Ford 4X4, climbed in, and drove off in the opposite direction of the parish jail.The sheriff would chew his ass later, Annie thought as she headed for her own radio car. But then a breach in procedure was the least of Fourcade's worries, and, if anything Richard Kudrow had said was true, the least of his sins.

From Our Editors

Down in Bayou Breaux, La., a small technicality allows a suspected murderer to be set free, and the cop accused of planting the evidence thrown off the case. Yet Detective Nick Fourcade has crossed the line in the past and he’s not about to let this catch get away so easily. So begins A Thin Dark Line from veteran author of suspense, Tami Hoag. Even though this case threatens to push Fourcade over the edge, he’s willing to risk it all. However, Deputy Annie Broussard is as determined to find the psychotic killer as Fourcade, since discovering the body, the memory of the dead women haunts her still. In pursuing the killer, she is slowly drawn into a mysterious and deadly game as she tries to outsmart the intelligent and vicious killer. As they race through the back alleys and darkly lit streets, justice is close – but death is even closer.

Editorial Reviews

"Patricia Cornwell, eat your heart out! Tami Hoag...sets a standard in suspense."—Atlanta Journal

"Tami Hoag writes the kind of can't-put-it-down suspense that keeps you on edge to the final sentence."—John Saul, author of The Homing