Crash & Burn

“I remember, too, Nicky. That night . . . I remember it always.”

My turn to squeeze his hand.

After another moment, Thomas not looking at me, Thomas speaking quickly: “I still think you should go. I’m sole heir to that stupid house. Family property, meaning all these years later, the land, burned ruins, all belong to me. At least the state already cremated my mother’s remains; otherwise, I’d have to deal with that, too.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Thomas: “It’s a fucking legal nightmare. Could take me years to sort out. Nicky . . .”

“I like that name. I think I’m going to keep it. Nicky Frank. It’s a strong name. Fitting for a woman twice returned from the dead.”

“Is that the concussion talking again?”

“Maybe. So will you be Thomas Frank? Will you be my husband?”

Thomas not saying anything at all.

Me: “You’re not answering.”

Thomas: . . .

Me: “Are you crying?”

Thomas: “For God’s sake, lean closer so I can kiss you.”

Thomas is going to remain my husband. We will live here, and maybe it won’t be happily ever after. I still have nightmares. And headaches and problems focusing and good days and bad days, not to mention years of physical and mental recovery before me.

But we all bear our scars. That’s what makes us survivors.

Now Wyatt tells me that using DNA testing, the skeletal remains recovered from the woods have been positively ID’d as Veronica Sellers.

Furthermore, Marlene’s family has already claimed the body. They plan to bury Vero next to Marlene. Mother and daughter together again.

Even knowing what I know, I can’t argue with that.

Home; that’s what Vero wanted. What all of us wanted. To go home again.

Tessa tells me she and Wyatt are getting a puppy. She seems more relaxed than the last time I saw her. I catch her and Wyatt smiling at each other several times. When they leave, he takes her hand and she lets him.

I think they’re a cute couple. I’m glad they sit closer, knees touching. I can’t wait to meet this puppy.

And now . . .

Thomas is resting in the back bedroom. He won’t need me for a bit.

So I get out the quilt. I get comfortable on the sofa.

I close my eyes . . . and Vero and I share a cup of tea.

Author’s Note and Acknowledgments

It takes a village to write a novel. Or in this case, a small army of medical specialists. I started Crash & Burn with the premise of a female who’d suffered some kind of head trauma, which had turned her into a stranger even to herself. Being a sucker for happy endings, I wanted an injury that would be serious, even life altering, but still hold out the promise of recovery. Enter my favorite pharmacist, Margaret Charpentier, and one of her students, Christine D’Amore, who promptly loaded me up with tons of information on traumatic brain injuries, their treatment and long-term impacts.

Given all the possibilities, I also consulted with one of my good friends and fellow thriller author, Dr. C. J. Lyons, who helped focus my search on post-concussive syndrome, a medical condition broad enough to cover just about anything I needed my heroine to do, while retaining the possibility of a positive future. In real life, Nicky would most likely require years to recover from her multiple concussions. Again, being a sucker for happy endings, I like to imagine her already headache free.

Once I’d selected my heroine’s injury, next step was to actually maim her. Enter Eric Holloman, accident reconstruction specialist. I like to feel he enjoyed the experience of creating his very own wreck from the ground up, instead of his usual job of analyzing what someone else had already done. Not many guys into physics get to that level of artistic freedom.

Of course, any mistakes are mine and mine alone. I confess, I wouldn’t be very good at medical diagnoses or auto accident reconstruction, as science isn’t my strong suit.

Policing, on the other hand, I truly love. And it was once again a joy to work with Lieutenant Michael Santuccio from the Carroll County Sheriff’s Office. Let’s just say when Wyatt does something truly smart and very clever, that’s all Michael.

Speaking of which, one of my former consultants, retired forensic expert Napoleon Brito, called me one day with the idea of using a 3-D printer to make fake fingerprints. Given that I’d already been reading up on the controversy surrounding plastic molded weapons, the chance to delve into the world of 3-D printing was too good to pass up. To that end, my deepest appreciation also goes to Jeff Nicoll from Ambix Manufacturing in Albany, New Hampshire, who allowed me to personally tour his plastics-molding company and watch their 3-D printer in action.

Of course, my very own husband and enginerd also assisted with this project. Normally Anthony’s the one saying he’s scared of his diabolical spouse. After spending an afternoon listening to him and Jeff excitedly discuss all the ways to use manufacturing for evil, right back at you, love. Our daughter also deserves a round of applause, serving as my go-to fashion consultant for all media events, not to mention my sounding board of choice when working out pesky plot problems. She thinks I drive her to horsing out of obligation. It’s really to con her into brainstorming my novels.

Congratulations to the wi

Finally, in memory of Sierra, our beloved Sheltie and best hugger in the family. We lost her in August. We miss her still.

About the Author

LISA GARDNER is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of sixteen previous novels, including her most recent, Fear Nothing. Her Detective D. D. Warren novels include Fear Nothing, Catch Me, Love You More, and The Neighbor, which won the International Thriller of the Year Award. She lives with her family in New England.

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