Already Trapped (A Laura Frost FBI Suspense Thriller—Book 3)

By Blake Pierce

25 year-old female twins turn up murdered, on the same day, in different parts of Minnesota. A coincidence? Or the work of a diabolical serial killer? Only FBI Special Agent (and psychic) Laura Frost may be able to know the difference.

“A MASTERPIECE OF THRILLER AND MYSTERY. Blake Pierce did a magnificent job developing characters with a psychological side so well described that we feel inside their minds, follow their fears and cheer for their success. Full of twists, this book will keep you awake until the turn of the last page.”
--Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone)

ALREADY TRAPPED (A Laura Frost FBI Suspense Thriller) is book #3 in a long-anticipated new series by #1 bestseller and USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose bestseller Once Gone (a free download) has received over 1,000 five star reviews. The series begins with ALREADY GONE (Book #1).

FBI Special Agent and single mom Laura Frost, 35, is haunted by her talent: a psychic ability which she refuses to face and which she keeps secret from her colleagues. Yet as much as Laura wants to be normal, she cannot turn off the flood of images that plague her at every turn: vivid visions of future killers and their victims.

When Laura is summoned to solve the case of the murdered twins, her psychic power floods her with an array of confusing—and urgent—messages. She may have just one chance to save the next victim.

But can she trust her gift?

A page-turning and harrowing mystery thriller featuring a brilliant and tortured female protagonist, the LAURA FROST series is rife with murder, mystery and suspense, twists and turns, shocking revelations, and driven by a breakneck pace. Fans of Robert Dugoni, Melinda Leigh and Lisa Regan are sure to fall in love. Pick up this fresh new mystery series and you’ll be flipping pages late into the night.

Books #4 (ALREADY MISSING) and #5 (ALREADY DEAD) are now also available!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blake Pierce
• Release date: Oct 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781094372150

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A L R E A D Y

T R A P P E D

(A Laura Frost Suspense Thriller —Book Three)

B L A K E   P I E R C E

Blake Pierce

Blake Pierce is the USA Today bestselling author of the RILEY PAGE mystery series, which includes seventeen books. Blake Pierce is also the author of the MACKENZIE WHITE mystery series, comprising fourteen books; of the AVERY BLACK mystery series, comprising six books; of the KERI LOCKE mystery series, comprising five books; of the MAKING OF RILEY PAIGE mystery series, comprising six books; of the KATE WISE mystery series, comprising seven books; of the CHLOE FINE psychological suspense mystery, comprising six books; of the JESSIE HUNT psychological suspense thriller series, comprising nineteen books; of the AU PAIR psychological suspense thriller series, comprising three books; of the ZOE PRIME mystery series, comprising six books; of the ADELE SHARP mystery series, comprising thirteen books; of the EUROPEAN VOYAGE cozy mystery series, comprising six books (and counting); of the new LAURA FROST FBI suspense thriller, comprising five books (and counting); of the new ELLA DARK FBI suspense thriller, comprising six books (and counting); of the A YEAR IN EUROPE cozy mystery series, comprising nine books (and counting); of the AVA GOLD mystery series, comprising three books (and counting); and of the RACHEL GIFT mystery series, comprising three books (and counting).

An avid reader and lifelong fan of the mystery and thriller genres, Blake loves to hear from you, so please feel free to visit www.blakepierceauthor.com to learn more and stay in touch.

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BOOKS BY BLAKE PIERCE

RACHEL GIFT MYSTERY SERIES

HER LAST WISH (Book #1)

HER LAST CHANCE (Book #2)

HER LAST HOPE (Book #3)

AVA GOLD MYSTERY SERIES

CITY OF PREY (Book #1)

CITY OF FEAR (Book #2)

CITY OF BONES (Book #3)

A YEAR IN EUROPE

A MURDER IN PARIS (Book #1)

DEATH IN FLORENCE (Book #2)

VENGEANCE IN VIENNA (Book #3)

A FATALITY IN SPAIN (Book #4)

SCANDAL IN LONDON (Book #5)

AN IMPOSTOR IN DUBLIN (Book #6)

SEDUCTION IN BORDEAUX (Book #7)

JEALOUSY IN SWITZERLAND (Book #8)

A DEBACLE IN PRAGUE (Book #9)

ELLA DARK FBI SUSPENSE THRILLER

GIRL, ALONE (Book #1)

GIRL, TAKEN (Book #2)

GIRL, HUNTED (Book #3)

GIRL, SILENCED (Book #4)

GIRL, VANISHED (Book 5)

GIRL ERASED (Book #6)

LAURA FROST FBI SUSPENSE THRILLER

ALREADY GONE (Book #1)

ALREADY SEEN (Book #2)

ALREADY TRAPPED (Book #3)

ALREADY MISSING (Book #4)

ALREADY DEAD (Book #5)

EUROPEAN VOYAGE COZY MYSTERY SERIES

MURDER (AND BAKLAVA) (Book #1)

DEATH (AND APPLE STRUDEL) (Book #2)

CRIME (AND LAGER) (Book #3)

MISFORTUNE (AND GOUDA) (Book #4)

CALAMITY (AND A DANISH) (Book #5)

MAYHEM (AND HERRING) (Book #6)

ADELE SHARP MYSTERY SERIES

LEFT TO DIE (Book #1)

LEFT TO RUN (Book #2)

LEFT TO HIDE (Book #3)

LEFT TO KILL (Book #4)

LEFT TO MURDER (Book #5)

LEFT TO ENVY (Book #6)

LEFT TO LAPSE (Book #7)

LEFT TO VANISH (Book #8)

LEFT TO HUNT (Book #9)

LEFT TO FEAR (Book #10)

LEFT TO PREY (Book #11)

LEFT TO LURE (Book #12)

LEFT TO CRAVE (Book #13)

THE AU PAIR SERIES

ALMOST GONE (Book#1)

ALMOST LOST (Book #2)

ALMOST DEAD (Book #3)

ZOE PRIME MYSTERY SERIES

FACE OF DEATH (Book#1)

FACE OF MURDER (Book #2)

FACE OF FEAR (Book #3)

FACE OF MADNESS (Book #4)

FACE OF FURY (Book #5)

FACE OF DARKNESS (Book #6)

A JESSIE HUNT PSYCHOLOGICAL SUSPENSE SERIES

THE PERFECT WIFE (Book #1)

THE PERFECT BLOCK (Book #2)

THE PERFECT HOUSE (Book #3)

THE PERFECT SMILE (Book #4)

THE PERFECT LIE (Book #5)

THE PERFECT LOOK (Book #6)

THE PERFECT AFFAIR (Book #7)

THE PERFECT ALIBI (Book #8)

THE PERFECT NEIGHBOR (Book #9)

THE PERFECT DISGUISE (Book #10)

THE PERFECT SECRET (Book #11)

THE PERFECT FAÇADE (Book #12)

THE PERFECT IMPRESSION (Book #13)

THE PERFECT DECEIT (Book #14)

THE PERFECT MISTRESS (Book #15)

THE PERFECT IMAGE (Book #16)

THE PERFECT VEIL (Book #17)

THE PERFECT INDISCRETION (Book #18)

THE PERFECT RUMOR (Book #19)

CHLOE FINE PSYCHOLOGICAL SUSPENSE SERIES

NEXT DOOR (Book #1)

A NEIGHBOR’S LIE (Book #2)

CUL DE SAC (Book #3)

SILENT NEIGHBOR (Book #4)

HOMECOMING (Book #5)

TINTED WINDOWS (Book #6)

KATE WISE MYSTERY SERIES

IF SHE KNEW (Book #1)

IF SHE SAW (Book #2)

IF SHE RAN (Book #3)

IF SHE HID (Book #4)

IF SHE FLED (Book #5)

IF SHE FEARED (Book #6)

IF SHE HEARD (Book #7)

THE MAKING OF RILEY PAIGE SERIES

WATCHING (Book #1)

WAITING (Book #2)

LURING (Book #3)

TAKING (Book #4)

STALKING (Book #5)

KILLING (Book #6)

RILEY PAIGE MYSTERY SERIES

ONCE GONE (Book #1)

ONCE TAKEN (Book #2)

ONCE CRAVED (Book #3)

ONCE LURED (Book #4)

ONCE HUNTED (Book #5)

ONCE PINED (Book #6)

ONCE FORSAKEN (Book #7)

ONCE COLD (Book #8)

ONCE STALKED (Book #9)

ONCE LOST (Book #10)

ONCE BURIED (Book #11)

ONCE BOUND (Book #12)

ONCE TRAPPED (Book #13)

ONCE DORMANT (Book #14)

ONCE SHUNNED (Book #15)

ONCE MISSED (Book #16)

ONCE CHOSEN (Book #17)

MACKENZIE WHITE MYSTERY SERIES

BEFORE HE KILLS (Book #1)

BEFORE HE SEES (Book #2)

BEFORE HE COVETS (Book #3)

BEFORE HE TAKES (Book #4)

BEFORE HE NEEDS (Book #5)

BEFORE HE FEELS (Book #6)

BEFORE HE SINS (Book #7)

BEFORE HE HUNTS (Book #8)

BEFORE HE PREYS (Book #9)

BEFORE HE LONGS (Book #10)

BEFORE HE LAPSES (Book #11)

BEFORE HE ENVIES (Book #12)

BEFORE HE STALKS (Book #13)

BEFORE HE HARMS (Book #14)

AVERY BLACK MYSTERY SERIES

CAUSE TO KILL (Book #1)

CAUSE TO RUN (Book #2)

CAUSE TO HIDE (Book #3)

CAUSE TO FEAR (Book #4)

CAUSE TO SAVE (Book #5)

CAUSE TO DREAD (Book #6)

KERI LOCKE MYSTERY SERIES

A TRACE OF DEATH (Book #1)

A TRACE OF MUDER (Book #2)

A TRACE OF VICE (Book #3)

A TRACE OF CRIME (Book #4)

A TRACE OF HOPE (Book #5)

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

CHAPTER ONE

Ruby Patrickson had been looking for love for a while, and it wasn’t going so great. That last date had been awful. But there were plenty more fish in the sea. Besides, she had time. She was only twenty-five. Prince Charming was out there somewhere, and in the meantime, she could kiss a lot of frogs to see what they might turn into.

Ruby sighed to herself as she looked at the stack of dishes by the sink. It had been a long day at work, and she didn’t even want to think about cleaning up. It was going to have to wait. She turned to her favorite dating app instead, where she saw she had a message from a new connection. Opening it, she saw a flirty conversation opener that made her bite her lip and smile. He wasn’t shy, whoever he was. She giggled quietly to herself as she typed out a response, leaning over the kitchen counter on her elbows, adding in a couple of winking faces at the end of her message. He was cute, at least assuming his profile image was accurate. She was more than interested.

A sound outside made her frown a little. The condo was normally quiet at this time of night. Half the residents in this sleepy little Wisconsin town were retired and the other half, so it seemed to Ruby, were young families. Everywhere she looked, it was either proud parents with fat toddlers or old couples leaning on each other to walk.

Maybe that was a little something to do with her current lack of a romantic life, but Ruby wasn’t going to analyze it too hard.

Still, it was odd for someone to be out in the hall this late, after Ruby had finished her shift. She often felt like a criminal sneaking into her own home, trying not to wake anyone as she fumbled her keys in the lock. Now, someone was out there making enough noise that she could hear it through to the kitchen.

She straightened up and wandered back out toward the front door, idly. She paused just beside it, glancing through the peephole. The hall lights were on, triggered by the motion sensors as she had walked in. Probably triggered again by whoever was out there a moment ago. There was no one there now.

The lights went off while she looked through, leaving Ruby in darkness. She frowned. That was odd. If someone else had only just retriggered the motion sensor, why would the lights turn off? It wasn’t a power cut. Her own lights were still on.

There was a soft sound somewhere behind her, making her freeze. If there was no one out in the hall, and the sound she’d heard was coming from inside her apartment, then…

She looked around wildly, spinning so fast her auburn hair whipped around her shoulders. She half-expected to see some serial killer from a movie standing behind her, wearing a hockey mask or a sack over his face, wielding an axe. But there was no one there.

She sighed, taking a breath. Come on, Ruby, get it together, she told herself. It’s probably just the building settling.

Or that giant pile of dishes in the sink finally starting to give way.

She passed a hand over her forehead, shaking herself mentally. What a stupid thing to get all nervous about. She’d been living alone for only a few months, since moving away from the home she shared with her sister. It was her first time. She was bound to be a bit skittish from time to time.

Still, she was a grown woman, and this was just being ridiculous.

Ruby heard a buzz from her pocket and reached for her phone, leaning against the door and grinning as she read a response from her new suitor. He was suggesting they meet up tonight. It was tempting, but she was tired. Better to string him along a bit, get him to take her out on the weekend for a drink or something. Ruby liked the flirting part. It would be over quickly once they’d actually been on a date—or stumbled into bed together. Then it would quickly dissolve—in her experience so far, into either a lack of contact altogether or an arrogant assumption that she would be there and ready the next time he wanted to see her.

No, she’d drag the flirting out a bit first, get her fun out of it. She smiled to herself again as she typed out a reply, imagining him reading it.

She stood from the door and pushed herself away from it, wandering around the corner into her bedroom. Just at the threshold, she froze again, then turned. Had she heard something else? Another creaking floorboard? Something shifting in the darkness?

The kitchen light was still on, and nothing was casting any kind of unusual shadow. The room she could see was empty, just as she’d left it. Next door was the living room, still bathed in darkness. The door was only half-open. But there was no one in there. This was all absurd. Her heart racing—it was stupid. There was no one there.

She looked into the darkness for what felt like a long time, straining to see something, not quite brave enough to go over and turn on the light and see it properly.

The whole time she had been looking, the house had been silent. Ruby shook her head, tapping on the solid wooden doorframe for reassurance. There was nothing there. There never had been anything there. A settling floorboard. Maybe even just someone moving around upstairs. That’s all it was.

She forced herself to turn again and reach for the light switch, heading into her bedroom. She slung her purse on the bed, reaching up to shrug a wool cardigan off her shoulders. She would get changed into something more comfortable, then make food and eat in front of the TV. And then, she thought, she’d be better off getting some sleep. She was obviously far too tired, her brain making up ghosts to scare her.

Ruby reached for the bottom of her shirt, ready to pull it over her head—

And a noise, an unmistakable noise right behind her, made her spin around, bringing her face to face with terror.

He was in her home—in her bedroom—reaching for her—reaching out something toward her—

Ruby looked down, down at her own stomach, unable to understand for a moment. There was something in his hand. His hand was against her stomach. The thing in his hand was a knife.

He had stabbed her.

Realization brought pain. Ruby tried to scream and only managed a strangled gasp, trying to stumble backwards away from him. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. It was like her limbs were trapped in ice. There was pain, terrible pain, a feeling of wetness below her stomach. She backed away from him and then stumbled and fell.

The knife was in his hands again. Ruby put her hand to her stomach, felt the warm liquid falling over her hands. She kicked back desperately, trying to find enough purchase to crawl away, to kick out at him. He leaned over her, his face a grim mask. She kicked out and he barely reacted. Ruby could only hear her own breathing, heavy in her ears. The pump of blood in her veins, improbably loud, like she was more aware of it now than she ever had been before only because it was spilling out of her.

No! she said, her scream coming out as a strangled wheeze, as he drew back his hand. Then he plunged the knife down again, and Ruby’s attempt to push him away failed, and the last thing she knew was the bitter tear of the knife through her skin before she lost her grip on everything.

CHAPTER TWO

Laura Frost stood in her living room, holding the toy rabbit and wondering why it was in her hand. Why she’d pulled it up out of the bag she was holding. Why she’d even bought it at all.

Laura sat down on her battered old couch, heavily, as she always seemed to lately. The whole living room seemed almost haunted since she’d come home and found black paint smeared across her wall as a warning. A warning to stay away from Amy Fallow, the six-year-old girl she had once managed to rescue from her father’s abusive clutches.

But her father was Governor Fallow, and he had enough clout to pull enough strings to get his daughter back. It was a fact that had weighed heavily on Laura’s mind every day in the couple of weeks since. She’d been strictly forbidden to try to contact Amy in any way; her superior, Division Chief Rondelle, assured her that an investigation was underway and they were doing whatever they could.

Whatever they could. It didn’t seem like much, given that Amy was still in the lion’s den.

Laura opened the shopping bag she’d carried back to her small apartment, reaching in to pull out the items inside. She’d only intended to go out for essentials. A new shirt, necessary after a recent case in which she’d had to tackle a suspect to the ground and managed to rip the fabric of the one she was wearing. Rondelle seemed to be throwing her into every group investigation possible, keeping her busy while there was nothing in particular to work on with her partner, Nate.

Which was good, because Nate kept trying to ask her questions she couldn’t answer whenever they were alone together. Questions about how she always knew where to be and when. There were things she didn’t want him to know, both for her own safety and the sake of their friendship. A friendship that was quickly dissolving all the same, no matter what she seemed to do.

And being kept busy going after local suspects in conjunction with other law enforcement agencies was also a bad thing. Because even if it was keeping her occupied, it was in no way keeping her mind off the issues that plagued Laura and kept her from sleeping through the night. Amy, and how badly her father might be hurting her either now. Lacey, Laura’s own daughter, and the custody hearing that was rapidly approaching. Nate.

The fact that she was still distracted was clear from the other thing that had been in the bag, besides the shampoo and the new shirt and the cleaning spray.

The soft, plush toy rabbit, which Laura had been utterly unable to resist after seeing it in the store.

She stroked the silky fur absentmindedly, running her fingers along the toy’s long ears and touching its button nose. She hadn’t even known, when she bought it, which little girl she had in mind. She could give it to her daughter at the custody hearing at the end of the week, if her ex, Marcus, would let her. If things went badly—a possibility she couldn’t quite let herself entertain fully, because it might send her off the deep end—it might be all Lacey had of her mother.

Marcus had been cooperative lately. Letting Laura see her daughter for a couple of hours at a time. Even letting her take her out, away from his watchful gaze. But would that last, if the judge ruled that Laura had no right to see her at all? Would Marcus pull back and stop her from seeing Lacey entirely?

The only thing Laura could see happening after that was the bottom of a bottle. A spiral that would be the worst she had ever been down. She’d been so strong lately, keeping up her sobriety even in the face of awful revelations. Nate’s impending death, delivered to her not by a vision but by an ominous shadow that gave frustratingly few details, was one. But Laura had thought of her daughter’s face each time and managed to keep going.

But was this rabbit for Lacey? She couldn’t even be sure herself. There was also the possibility that she’d bought it with Amy in mind. The last time Laura had seen her, she’d been clutching a toy rabbit just like this one. Laura had driven by Governor Fallow’s house a few times, despite the instructions from Rondelle, and found it heavily guarded. He’d employed a couple of bodyguards to stop anyone from entering the home without his permission. Still, there might be a way. Laura pictured herself driving up to the back of the house, somehow, throwing the rabbit over the fence. Or, better: giving it to Amy when her father was finally arrested, and the little girl was free.

The smile that played across Laura’s face at that thought was wiped clean by a sudden stab of pain in her head, so strong she could barely stand it. She gasped out loud at the sign of an incoming vision, a pain she couldn’t control, a pain that warned the vision was going to be about something happening very, very soon—

Laura was floating above the room, looking down. She found herself dropping, like she was suddenly prone to gravity in her visions. With a heart-wrenching jerk she stopped at what might have been her own shoulder level, looking ahead into the room. A room she recognized all too well.

She’d been here in a vision before. She’d been here in person, too. It was Amy’s bedroom at her father’s house. The room where she should have felt safest in all the world, but she didn’t.

She was in there now. Cowering on the bed with her hands over her ears. Laura could only just glimpse her face, red and wet with tears. She was shaking. She had pulled all of her toys in front of her, as if to create a barrier between herself and the rest of the room. Laura’s heart broke, watching her. She was so afraid. So young and yet so afraid. Because she knew what could happen—what would happen, when her father came into the room.

What was she hearing that made her want to cover her ears? Laura tried in frustration to look around, but the vision was out of her control. She could only watch Amy crying, powerless to reach out and comfort her. Even if she could, it wouldn’t matter. This was a vision of the future, not the present. Laura had no physical body here. No ability to interact with or change anything. It was only a window, and she could only look through it.

She found herself turning, her view shifting until she was behind Amy, as if she could move through the wall itself. Now she was looking at the closed door of the room. She realized she was holding her breath, trying not to make a sound. Straining her ears.

And then she heard it.

A heavy footfall—a stomping noise coming up the stairs.