Bloodhound
When occasional police psychic Charlotte Vickers touches a coin once owned by Paul Lattamore, she can "see" that he and his family have fled to the wilds of Colorado. Unfortunately, she doesn't realize until too late that Paul is now secreted away in the Witness Protection program, and she has just told the revenge crazed daughter of a jailed mobster where to find the very accountant whose testimony almost toppled her family. Everything but the address, that is, and now the mob is back to torture it out of her. But Charlotte doesn't have an address to tell. She does have three things: her lovelorn platonic friend Junior Parrick, the moral conviction of needing to warn a man she doesn't know who lives somewhere in Colorado, and barely a head start on Digger Mussolino and his crew, which includes a twisted chiropractor who's now a freelance torturer for the mob. Oh, and she has Paul Lattamore's lucky coin — the only way she can locate him. Fortunately for Charlotte, Junior is a Vietnam vet who knows what's what because he saw it all as an Army sniper. Unfortunately for Charlotte, she and Junior are both characters in a Jay Bonansinga patented roller-coaster tour-de-force edge-of-your-seat thriller that will have you chewing off your fingernails as the pair attempt to evade Digger's crew, who are tracking them cross country in a luxury RV.
Bonansinga continues to produce the kind of novel that plays like an action flick in your head, this time featuring two less-than-perfectly-beautiful protagonists who feel their age and may not make it through to the end. Bloodhound is one of Bonansinga's best, perhaps even better than The Black Mariah, Sick, and The Killer's Game. Keep the Valium handy!

