#Decoherence has arrived!

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THE DAY BEFORE set the stage.

CONVERGENCE POINT showed us the possibilities.

In DECOHERENCE, it all falls apart.

The body of Jane Doe was discovered on the first page of THE DAY BEFORE. We’ve known her name all along. Now it’s time to find out which Sam Rose goes home, and which goes into the grave.

Lovelies,

I’ve spent an hour trying to think of what to write here. What do you say when a trilogy comes to an end? How can I tell you how grateful I am for this opportunity to tell this story? How do you condense the seven years of encouragement, friendships, and loyalty that went into making this idea a reality? I don’t even know where to start.

Some of you have been loyal fans since before THE DAY BEFORE was published. You read EVEN VILLAINS FELL IN LOVE, or FEY LIGHTS, or SEVENTY. You were friends I met on Critique Circle, or Twitter. Others are new readers. Maybe you picked up the series during the sale on August. Maybe you’re visiting my blog for the first time because you heard about me somewhere. Whatever the case, I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for stopping by. Thank you for reading. Thank you for spending your hard earned money on my books.

I could not ask for better readers or fans. You are truly amazing. The stories you share with me, I treasure. The moments we share together across the internet or in bookstores – those times you tell me what you love about my books or any books – are amazing.

I hope you enjoy reading DECOHERENCE as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I hope it’s the ending you think the series deserves.

Love,
Liana

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Readers of Blake Crouch’s DARK MATTER and Wesely Chu’s TIME SALVAGER will love Liana Brooks’ DECOHERENCE–the thrilling, time-bending conclusion to the Time & Shadow series!

Samantha Rose and Linsey MacKenzie have established an idyllic life of married bliss in Australia, away from the Commonwealth Bureau of Investigation, away from mysterious corpses, and—most of all—away from Dr. Emir’s multiverse machine.

But Sam is a detective at heart, and even on the other side of the world, she can’t help wonder if a series of unsolved killings she reads about are related—not just to each other, but to the only unsolved case of her short career.

She knows Jane Doe’s true name, but Sam never discovered who killed the woman found in an empty Alabama field in spring of 2069. She doesn’t even know which version of herself she buried under a plain headstone.

When Mac suddenly disappears, Sam realizes she is going to once more be caught up in a silent war she still doesn’t fully understand. Every step she takes to save Mac puts the world she knows at risk, and moves her one step closer to becoming the girl in the grave.

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Peace is an illusion.
~ excerpt from The Heart of Fear by Liedjie Slaan

Monday March 17, 2070
Florida District 8
Commonwealth of North America
Iteration 2

Sam watched the EMT roll away the final lab-blast survivors. In her hand was the name tag of the last person—Henry Troom wasn’t walking out of this one. The police had pulled his plastic ID card out of the wall.

“Agent Rose?” The lab facilitator approached her cautiously. “I’m so sorry, but why aren’t they taking Troom out yet?”

“Because it’s a crime scene, Dr. Morr, and because I can’t allow anyone in there who doesn’t have the proper security clearance. Someone will be here shortly,” she lied. Someone would be here, but it probably wouldn’t be soon, and it would probably cost her another lunch with Feo Petrilli from District 6.

Drenmann Labs was a major source of contention between Sam and her director at HQ in Orlando. Drenmann was a secure facility attached to NASA and sometimes used by the naval post and Patrick Air Force Base. All of which fell under the heading of Too-Classified-To-Think-About-In-Public and within the boundaries of Florida District 6.

Senior Agent Feo Petrilli had a complete staff with ten full-time agents and two full-time medical examiners with class-four or higher security clearance.

Senior Agent Samantha Rose of District 8 had one junior agent, an agreement with the local PD and coroner’s office, and a bunch of retirees stretched along the space coast like beached albino whales. The crime rate here didn’t justify keeping a larger CBI force. Drenmann Lab was the exception.

She stepped into a small conference room and locked the door behind her before calling the main office.

“Junior Agent Dan Edwin speaking, how may I direct your call, sir or ma’am?”

“Hi, Edwin, it’s Rose.”

“Agent Rose!” Her junior agent’s voice cracked. He was an excitable puppy of a person. Sometimes it seemed like a miracle that he didn’t jump up and lick her face.

“Did you get in touch with Petrilli yet? I need that coroner.”

“Petrilli has one out on vacation, and the other is elbow deep in something. I didn’t get details.”

“That’s not what I want to hear, Edwin. What I need to hear you say is, ‘Yes, ma’am. Your medical examiner will be there in twenty minutes.’ Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I called around, and there was a conference in Orlando. One of the doctors has clearance, so I had him pulled off the plane. He should arrive shortly.”

“Orlando is over an hour away,” Sam said with a sigh. “Good try though—it’s better than nothing.” Hopefully, Dr. Morr would accept her excuses. Of course, that would leave her with nothing to do for an hour but kick cleaning bots away from the door and wonder if she could get a contact high from the smell of pine-scented cleaning fluids.

“Not to worry, ma’am. The air force had a set of fighters doing emergency landing drills with the tower director there, so I commissioned one of them to bring the coroner to the local airfield, and there’s a car waiting. They should be touching down now, ma’am.”

Saints and angels. She could not have heard that right. “You scrambled a fighter jet?”

“You said it was urgent, ma’am.”

Sam rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Tell me, Edwin, have you ever heard the term overkill?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Outside, Sam heard the whine of police sirens coming closer. “What kind of car did you have waiting for our kidnapped coroner?” She had a sinking suspicion that she already knew.

“I called the PD, ma’am. You did say fast.”

“Thank you, Edwin. Remind me to note your diligence and willingness to think outside the box in your next performance review.” Sam hung up the phone and shook her head. Excitable little puppy. If he hadn’t been a six-foot-ten Viking with curly red hair and an eager smile, she might have broken down and used his nickname out loud.

Sam walked back into the main lobby as the medical examiner walked in with police escort, the broken lighting throwing shadows across their faces. Mentally she prepared herself for an angry tirade for interrupting their travel plans.

But he—and it was most definitely a he—wasn’t what she expected. Six something, dark hair, well built, wraparound sunglasses, and wearing a thick black trench coat over black slacks and a black shirt. Wherever he was flying to, it wasn’t in the South, where early-spring temperatures were already making it shorts-and-skimpy-dress weather.

“Dr. Morr,” Sam called, motioning for the facilitator to come over. “Our ME has arrived. Do you want me to go back with him, or would you like to be there?”

“Um.” Dr. Morr twisted a handkerchief in his hands. “Is it likely to be, uh, organic?”

“Most deaths are. It would help us immensely if you could look over the scene and comment on the position of equipment, maybe tell us if anything is missing.” The doctor paled. “If you’d like to wait until after the body is moved, however, that’s fine.”

Dr. Morr nodded.

“Agent Rose.” The voice made her smile in the shadow of death. Low, and husky it spoke of devotion and safety. “You are the only woman I know who would scramble a fighter jet just to see me.”

She’d missed his voice. “What can I say, Agent MacKenzie; I wanted to show you my corpse.”

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