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Dead Silence by Kimberly Derting

When a person is murdered it leaves a unique imprint on both the killer and the victim. Teenager Violet Ambrose has the ability to detect and sense these marks and is part of a special investigative team that use her gift to catch killers. However, after she acquires an imprint of her own, she strives to ignore the pulls of the dead and lead a normal teenage life with her boyfriend Jay.

Fate has other ideas, as Violet discovers the mutilated bodies of a family in their own home where the killer has left his own physical mark, a bloody cross on the wall. With the macabre symbol as her only lead, she starts her dangerous pursuit of finding the killer and puts not only herself but her friends at risk. 

It took me a little while to get into the book because I hadn't read the previous novels and felt a bit out of touch with the characters. During the story Violet is making some new discoveries about her power via her grandmother’s journals which really endeared me to her character. The brief perspectives from the killer throughout the novel also served to hook me into the story and then I couldn't wait to see how it all ended. 

The idea of Violet’s power used to catch killers, and the nature of the special team she is involved in have certainly intrigued me and I think I’ll have to go back and read some of the previous books in the Body Finder series. I thought that Dead Silence was kind of Supernatural meets X-Men and I found the story overall thrilling and enjoyable. 


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