Night Sins by Tami HoagNight Sins by Tami Hoag

Night Sins

byTami Hoag

Mass Market Paperback | December 1, 1995

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A peaceful Minnesota town, where crime is something that just doesn’t happen, is about to face its worst nightmare. A young boy disappears. There are no witnesses, no clues—only a note, cleverly taunting, casually cruel. Has a cold-blooded kidnapper struck? Or is this the reawakening of a long-quiet serial killer?

A tough-minded investigator on her first, make-or-break case . . . A local cop who fears that big-city evils have come to stalk his small-town home . . . Together they are hunting for a madman who knows no bounds, to protect a town that may never feel safe again.
Tami Hoag is the #1 internationally bestselling author of more than thirty books. Renowned for combining thrilling plots with character-driven suspense, Hoag first hit the New York Times bestseller list with Night Sins, and each of her books since has been a bestseller. There are more than forty million copies of her books in print in ...
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Title:Night SinsFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:576 pages, 6.87 × 4.2 × 1.22 inPublished:December 1, 1995Publisher:Random House Publishing Group

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ISBN - 13:9780553564518

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book I would preferred another book to have a sequel but still a great read
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Night Sins An unspeakable crime has been committed and now a local cop and a rookie investigator must solve it in a town that may never feel safe again. Welcome to Night Sins one of the best suspense novels I have read in a long time. Night Sins takes our deepest fears and makes them a terrifying reality. The novels setting is Deer Lake Minnesota where a young child named Josh Kirkwood has been abducted from a hockey arena parking lot where he is waiting for his mother Hannah Kirkwood the local doctor to pick him up. An accident victim that needs her attention delays her arrival. When she gets there he is nowhere to be found. When the police arrive, they find a note that is both cleverly taunting and bone chilling in its cruelty. The local chief of police Mitch Holt is trying to figure out how big city evils could have come to his small town while a tough as nails investigator Megan O’Malley on her first make or break case tries valiantly to prove herself amidst all of the men angry that they hav
Date published: 2003-02-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Can't believe it's true Will not be able it put this book down till the end and then you will have to pick it back up because you will not be able to believe this shocking ending. I recommend having Guilty as Sin ready because when you finish you will not want to wait for another day to have to go buy it.
Date published: 2001-01-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent work Night Sins is non stop entertainment -- everything from a very twisted kidnapping to sub-text romance and out and out hot love. It was a great read and a real page turner -- make sure you have this one and Guilty as Sin to read immediately after.
Date published: 2000-08-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Night Sins This book is a page turner, did not want to miss one word let alone one sentence. This is my second time reading this book and not her first book I have read twice.The best read so far this year(the second time around), Tami Hoig is at the top of my list as my all time favourite Suspense author. This story kept me revited to the pages. I could not and did not want to put this book down. I want to read more adventures about Mitch and Megan in the small town of Deer Lake.I missed the mini series it was recently on television and I definetly want to own this movie.A great 'who done it' book. Can't wait for the segual " Guilty as Sin" to come out. Keep them coming Tami, you're the best, the top of the list.I recomend this book to all who enjoy suspense novels.
Date published: 2000-08-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Night Sins This book is a page turner, did not want to miss one word let alone one sentence. This is my second time reading this book and not her first book I have read twice.The best read so far this year(the second time around), Tami Hoig is at the top of my list as my all time favourite Suspense author. This story kept me revited to the pages. I could not and did not want to put this book down. I want to read more adventures about Mitch and Megan in the small town of Deer Lake.I missed the mini series it was recently on television and I definetly want to own this movie.Can't wait for the segual " Guilty as Sin" to come out. Keep them coming Tami, you're the best, the top of the list.
Date published: 2000-08-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A book full of suspense Dear readers, I fully recommend this book to anyone who loves suspense fiction. This book keeps you on the edge 'til the end and once you think it is over you realised there is a second volume and all ready a lot of questions goes through your mind. What happened? Is for you to find out if you thought the preview at the back of the book sounded good wait until you read it? I consider it a 4 star book, so read it yourself and tell me what you thought.
Date published: 2000-02-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Night Sins Excellent who-done-it! Great character development and plot twists. I also recommend the sequel "Guily as Sin".
Date published: 2000-01-05

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Chapter OneJanuary 12, 1994. Day 15:26 p.m. 22¡Josh Kirkwood and his two best buddies burst out of the locker room, flying into the cold, dark late afternoon, hollering at the tops of their lungs. Their breath billowed out in rolling clouds of steam. They flung themselves off the steps like mountain goat kids leaping from ledge to ledge and landed hip-deep in the snow on the side of the hill. Hockey sticks skittered down, gear bags sliding after. Then came the Three Amigos, squealing and giggling, tucked into balls of wild-colored ski jackets and bright stocking caps.The Three Amigos. That was what Brian's dad called them. Brian's family had moved to Deer Lake, Minnesota, from Denver, Colorado, and his dad was still a big Broncos fan. He said the Broncos used to have some wide receivers called the Three Amigos and they were really good. Josh was a Vikings fan. As far as he was concerned, every other team was just a bunch of wusses, except maybe the Raiders, 'cause their uniforms were cool. He didn't like the Broncos, but he liked the nickname--the Three Amigos."We are the Three Amigos!" Matt yelled as they landed in a heap at the bottom of the hill. He threw back his head and howled like a wolf. Brian and Josh joined in, and the racket was so terrible it made Josh's ears ring.Brian fell into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Matt flopped onto his back and started making a snow angel, swinging his arms and legs in wide arcs, looking as if he were trying to swim back up the hill. Josh pushed himself to his feet and shook like a dog as Coach Olsen came out of the ice arena.Coach was old--at least forty-five--kind of fat and mostly bald, but he was a good coach. He yelled a lot, but he laughed a lot, too. He told them at the beginning of hockey season that if he got too cranky they were to remind him they were only eight years old. The team had picked Josh for that job. He was one of the co-captains, a responsibility that pleased him a lot even though he would never say so. Nobody liked a bragger, Mom said. If you did your job well, there wasn't any reason to brag. A good job would speak for itself.Coach Olsen started down the steps, tugging down the earflaps of his hunting cap. The end of his nose was red from the cold. His breath came out of his mouth and went up around his head like smoke from a chimney. "You guys have rides home tonight?"They answered all at once, vying for the coach's attention by being loud and silly. He laughed and held his gloved hands up in surrender. "All right, all right! The rink's open if you get cold waiting. Olie's inside if you need to use the phone."Then Coach jumped into his girlfriend's car, the way he did every Wednesday, and off they went to have dinner at Grandma's Attic downtown. Wednesday was Grandma's famous meat loaf night. All-U-Can-Eat, it said on the menu. Josh imagined Coach Olsen could eat a lot.Cars rumbled around the circular drive in front of the Gordie Knutson Memorial Arena, a parade of minivans and station wagons, doors banging, exhaust pipes coughing. Kids from the various Squirt League teams chucked their sticks and equipment in trunks and hatches and climbed into the cars with their moms or dads, talking a mile a minute about the plays and drills they had worked on in practice.Matt's mom pulled up in their new Transport, a wedge-shaped thing that to Josh looked like something from Star Trek. Matt scrambled for his gear and dashed across the sidewalk, calling a good-bye over his shoulder. His mother, wearing a bright red stocking cap, buzzed down the passenger window."Josh, Brian--you guys have rides?""My mom's coming," Josh answered, suddenly feeling eager to see her. She would pick him up on her way home from the hospital and they would stop at the Leaning Tower of Pizza to get supper and she would want to hear all about practice. Really want to hear. Not like Dad. Lately, Dad just pretended to listen. Sometimes he even snapped at Josh to be quiet. He always apologized later, but it still made Josh feel bad."My sister's coming," Brian called. "My sister, Beth Butt-head," he added under his breath as Mrs. Connor drove away."You're the butt-head," Josh teased, shoving him.Brian shoved back, laughing, three big gaps showing in his mouth where teeth had been. "Butt-head!""Butt-breath!""Butt-face!"Brian scooped up a mitten full of snow and tossed it in Josh's face, then turned and ran up the snow-packed sidewalk, bounded up the steps, and dashed around the side of the brick building. Josh let out a war whoop and bolted after him. Immediately they were so involved in their game of Attack, the rest of the world ceased to exist. One boy hunted the other to deliver a snowball up close in the face, in the back, down the neck of the jacket. After a successful attack the roles reversed and the hunter became the hunted. If the hunter couldn't find the hunted in a count of a hundred, the hunted scored a point.Josh was good at hiding. He was small for his age and he was smart, a combination that served him well in games like Attack. He smashed Brian in the back of the head with a snowball, whirled and ran. Before Brian had shaken the snow off his coat, Josh was safely tucked behind the air-conditioning units that squatted beside the building. The cylinders were covered with canvas for the winter months and blocked the wind. They sat well back along the side of the building, where the streetlights didn't quite reach. Josh watched as Brian ventured cautiously around a Dumpster, snowball in hand, pouncing at a shadow, then drawing back. Josh smiled to himself. He had found the all-time best hiding place. He licked the tip of a gloved forefinger and drew himself a point in the air.Brian homed in on one of the overgrown bushes that lined the edge of the parking lot and separated the ice rink grounds from the fairgrounds. Tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, he crept toward it. He hoped Josh hadn't gone farther than the hedges. The fairgrounds was the creepiest place in the world this time of year, when all the old buildings stood dark and empty and the wind howled around them.A car horn blared and Brian swung around, heart pounding. He groaned in disappointment as his sister's Rabbit pulled up around the curve."Come on, hurry up, Brian! I've got pageant practice tonight!""But--""But nothing, twerp!" Beth Hiatt snapped. The wind whipped a strand of long blond hair across her face and she snagged it back behind her ear with a bare hand white with cold. "Get your little butt in the car!"Brian heaved a sigh and dropped his snowball, then trudged toward his gear bag and hockey stick. Beth the Bitch raced the Rabbit's motor, put the car in gear, and let it lurch ahead on the drive, as if she might just leave him behind. She had done that once before and they had both gotten hollered at, but Brian had gotten the worst of it because Beth blamed him for getting her in trouble and spent four days tormenting him for it. Instantly forgetting his game and the remaining amigo, he grabbed his stuff and ran for the car, already plotting ways to get his sister back for being such a snot.Behind the air-conditioning units, Josh heard Beth Hiatt's voice. He heard the car doors slam and he heard the Rabbit roar around the circle drive. So much for the game.He crawled out of his hiding spot and went back around the front of the building. The parking lot was empty except for Olie's old rusted-out Chevy van. The next practice didn't start for an hour. The circular drive was empty. Packed over the asphalt by countless tires, the snow gleamed in the glow of the streetlights, as hard and shiny as milky-white marble. Josh tugged off his left glove and shoved up the sleeve of his ski jacket to peer at the watch Uncle Tim had sent him for Christmas. Big and black with lots of dials and buttons, it looked like something a scuba diver might wear--or a commando. Sometimes Josh pretended that he was a commando, a man on a mission, waiting to meet with the world's most dangerous spy. The numbers on the watch face glowed green in the dark: 5:45.Josh looked down the street, expecting to see headlights, expecting to see the minivan with his mom at the wheel. But the street was dark. The only lights glowed dimly out the windows of houses that lined the block. Inside those houses, people were having supper and watching the news and talking about their day. Outside, the only sound was the buzz of the street lamps and the cold wind rattling the dry, bare branches of winter-dead trees. The sky was black.He was alone.5:17 p.m. 22¡She nearly escaped. She had her coat halfway on, purse slung over her shoulder, gloves and car keys clutched in one hand. She hurried down the hall toward the west side door of the hospital, staring straight ahead, telling herself if she didn't make eye contact, she wouldn't be caught, she would be invisible, she would escape.I sound like Josh. That's the kind of game he likes--what if we could make ourselves invisible?A smile curved Hannah's lips. Josh and his imagination. Last night she'd found him in Lily's room, telling his sister an adventure story about Zeek the Meek and Super Duper, characters Hannah had made up in stories for Josh when he was a toddler. He was passing on the tradition, telling the tale with great enthusiasm while Lily sat in her crib and sucked her thumb, her blue eyes wide with astonishment, hanging on her brother's every word.I've got two great kids. Two for the plus column. I'll take what I can get these days.The smile faded and tension tightened in Hannah's stomach. She blinked hard and realized she was just standing there at the end of the hall with her coat half on. Rand Bekker, head of maintenance, shouldered his way through the door, letting in a blast of crisp air. A burly man with a full red beard, he pulled off a flame-orange hunting cap and shook himself like a big wet ox, as if he could shake off the chill."Hiya, Dr. Garrison. Decent night out there.""Is it?" She smiled automatically, blankly, as if she were speaking with a stranger. But there were no strangers at Deer Lake Community Hospital. Everyone knew everyone."You bet. It's looking good for Snowdaze."Rand grinned, his anticipation for the festival as plain as a child's eagerness for Christmas morning. Snowdaze was big doings in a town the size of Deer Lake, an excuse for the fifteen thousand residents to break the monotony of Minnesota's long winter. Hannah tried to find some enthusiasm. She knew Josh was looking forward to Snowdaze, especially the torchlight parade. But it was difficult for her to feel festive these days.For the most part, she felt tired, drained, dispirited. And stretched over it all was a thin film of desperation, like plastic wrap, because she couldn't let any of those feelings show. People depended on her, looked up to her, thought of her as a model for working women. Hannah Garrison: doctor, wife, mother, woman of the year; juggling all the demanding roles with skill and ease and a beauty queen smile. Lately the titles had felt as heavy as bowling balls and her arms were growing weary."Rough day?""What?" She jerked her attention back to Rand. "I'm sorry, Rand. Yeah, it's been one of those days.""I better let you go, then. I got a hot date with a boiler."Hannah murmured good-bye as Bekker pulled open a door marked Maintenance Staff Only and disappeared through it, leaving her alone in the hall. Her inner voice, the voice of the little goblin that kept the cling wrap pulled tight over her emotions, gave a shout.Go! Go now! Escape while you can! Get away!She had to pick up Josh. They would stop and get a pizza, then go on to the sitter's for Lily. After supper she had to drive Josh to religion class. . . . But her body refused to bolt in response. Then the great escape was lost."Dr. Garrison to ER. Dr. Garrison to ER."That selfish part of her prodded once more, telling her she could still get away. She wasn't on call tonight, had no patients in the hundred-bed facility who were in critical need of her personal attention. There was no one here to see her escape. She could leave the work to the doctor on duty, Craig Lomax, who believed he had been set on earth to rush to the aid of mere mortals and comfort them with his cover-boy looks. Hannah wasn't even the backup tonight. But guilt came directly on the heels of those thoughts. She had taken an oath to serve. It didn't matter that she'd seen enough sore throats and bruised bodies to last her one day. She had a duty--a bigger one now that the hospital board had named her director of the ER. The people of Deer Lake depended on her.The page sounded again. Hannah heaved a sigh and felt tears warm the backs of her eyes. She was exhausted--physically, emotionally. She needed this night off, a night with just herself and the kids; with Paul working late, keeping his moods and his sarcasm in his office instead of inflicting them on the family.A wavy strand of honey-blond hair escaped her loose ponytail and fell limply against her cheek. She sighed and brushed it back behind her ear as she stared out the door to the parking lot that looked sepia-toned beneath the halogen lights. "Dr. Garrison to ER. Dr. Garrison to ER."She slipped her coat off and folded it over her arm."God, there you are!" Kathleen Casey blurted out as she skidded around the corner and hustled down the hall, the tails of her white lab coat sailing behind her. The thick, cushioned soles of her running shoes made almost no sound on the polished floor. Not a fraction of an inch over five feet, the nurse had a leprechaun's features, a shock of thick red hair, and the tenacity of a pit bull. Her uniform consisted of surgical scrubs and a pin that proclaimed No Whining. She drew a bead on Hannah that had all the power of a tractor beam.Hannah tried to muster a wry smile. "Sorry. God may be a woman, but she's not this woman."Kathleen gave a snort as she curled a hand around Hannah's upper arm. "You'll do.""Can't Craig handle it?""Maybe, but we'd rather have a higher life form with opposable thumbs.""I'm not even on call tonight. I have to pick up Josh from hockey. Call Dr. Baskir--"

From Our Editors

This explosive thriller will leave you scrambling for the light switch and looking for company. Written by master of suspense author Tami Hoag, Night Sins unfolds in a sleepy little town in rural Minnesota. There, a small boy goes missing and the horrendous nightmare begins. With no witnesses and no clues, there is only a chilling and clever note left to read. A tough urban investigator on her first big case arrives and teams up with a local cop to attempt to crack the case. Collectively, they try as best they can to piece together the puzzle, but their work is cut out for them. If they can outsmart a psychotic they can protect their town - if not, they may be next on a very deadly list. This is gripping, well developed and certain to garner even more fans.

Editorial Reviews

“One of the most intense suspense writers around.”—Chicago Tribune

“Tami Hoag is the queen of the crime story.”—New York Post

Employee Review

A boy has disappeared. There are no witnesses and no real clues -- just a note that leaves the officials and the residents of a small peaceful town wondering who could do such a thing? To whoever is behind it, this is all just a game. One of Hoag's best.