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Don't Get Close: A Thriller, Suspense Novel by Matt Miksa ➱ Book Tour with Giveaway
Don't
Get Close
by
Matt Miksa
Genre:
Thriller, Suspense
An
infamous reincarnation cult resurfaces in the wake of a deadly
bombing, and it’s up to an FBI novice to learn its true aim—and
uncover its dark past before it consumes her.
Special
Agent Vera Taggart walked away from a promising career as an artist
to join the FBI, and she impresses her new colleagues with her eerie
ability to divine conclusions from the grisliest crime scenes.
Taggart’s first assignment is a decades-old cold case centered on a
cult of suicide bombers known as the Sons of Elijah who believe
they’ve been reborn hundreds of times, going back centuries. It
seems like a low-risk assignment until a bomb tears apart a crowded
Chicago restaurant. The Sons of Elijah have returned—and now it’s
up to Taggart to stop their modern-day reign of terror. Taggart’s
investigation begins with Dr. Seth Jacobson, a renowned psychiatrist
who claims to help people remember past lives through hypnotherapy.
Jacobson had treated two of the Sons of Elijah’s founders before
they’d gone on to commit a series of horrific murders. Desperate to
understand how these ordinary patients could have taken such a
violent path, Taggart agrees to undergo similar treatment with
Jacobson. Through
her hypnosis sessions, Taggart comes to suspect the Sons of Elijah
are targeting a high-tech government laboratory that could expose the
group’s greatest secret with a controversial experiment. To save
millions of innocent lives, Tag must come to grips with the shocking
truth about the cult and her own puzzling role in its timeless
mission. The fate of humanity rests on her ability to determine which
threats are real and which exist only in her mind—and to decide
whose side she’s really fighting for.
If he finds me, he’ll stab me again, right through the belly. Sophie Whitestone pushed into the holiday crowds gunking up Michigan Avenue. She’d fold into the herd and disappear. When zebras packed in close, their stripes con- fused predators. Hadn’t she read that somewhere?
Strings of lights wrapped around the tree trunks lining Magnificent Mile, the wires like green snakes, coiling up every crooked branch, reaching the raw tips where new buds wouldn’t emerge for another five months. Each blinking bulb reflected off the carpet of fresh snow, where Sophie’s rubber soles made glistening patterns—little lacy flowers. These boots were her favorite. Something about leaving trails of icy blooms seemed magical, like spreading winter wishes.
These were childish notions, she realized with some sad- ness, not the ideas of a young woman. A college woman, who just that morning had stamped those enchanting impressions across the University of Chicago’s snow-covered quad, each oval evenly spaced and deep-set from a confident stride. Not hitched and staggered, like the damp shapes she was now marking on the downtown sidewalk.
He’ll follow my footprints, Sophie thought. Even if I’d lost him back at the L station, he’ll track those kiddie sunflowers.
Another drop of blood detached from the cuff of her coat and landed on the bright ground. Sophie winced and grabbed the sleeve, which was too long and hung limp past her fingertips. It wasn’t actually her coat. It belonged to a forgetful businessman who’d sat beside her on the Red Line. Sophie had stolen it, in fact. That “S” word made her sound like a criminal—like a thief—but she’d only taken it because she had to. In any case, she’d ruined it (blood never came out completely), but it was still in better condition than her own coat, which now sat stuffed inside a trash bin with a hole punched through its Gore-Tex shell. A perfect, round hole that matched the one in Sophie’s shoulder.
Even if he can’t track the boot prints, he’ll follow the dripping red trail. And if he catches me . . .
A woman screeched and Sophie’s shoulder blades flinched, sending shoots of pain down her arm. She dared to turn and look, just as the shriek swooped into a clucking laugh and the woman fell into a handsome guy’s embrace. He smiled through a graying beard. This man looked kind. It wasn’t him. He was still out there, somewhere in the crowd.
Sophie pushed through the pain. She accidentally kicked the back wheel of a stroller—a double-wide couch-on-wheels built for two. The lady steering the monstrous thing glared, and the pair of tots strapped inside, bundled up to their gums, squealed like piggies.
“I’m sorry, excuse me,” Sophie mumbled, and then regret- ted opening her mouth at all.
Shut up! she begged herself silently. Don’t speak. He’ll hear you and then he’ll find you and he’ll take out that weird screwdriver, the one with the handle shaped like brass knuckles, and he’ll add a few more holes in your body, or maybe more slash marks to match the ones from before, so please please please SHUT UP!
The lady snapped, “Just watch where you’re going, all right? Look, if you can’t handle a crowd, you should turn around now. It doesn’t get any better down there.”
A Q&A with Matt Miksa, author of
Don’t Get Close: A Novel
Question: Some might find the part that reincarnation plays in your FBI thriller at odds with the fact-based approach of most crime thrillers. What did you learn about the science of reincarnation from your research?
Matt Miksa: In fiction, the concept of reincarnation is generally considered speculative or paranormal. However, during the course of my research, I learned that the vast majority of people around the world firmly believe they will be reborn in another body after death, including over one-third of Americans. And to my surprise, reputable scientists and medical professionals are actually studying the possibility. Some theoretical physicists believe the study of particle physics may shed light on the elusive concept of consciousness and possibly even prove that reincarnation is real! There are such strange, unexplained things about the field of quantum mechanics that even Einstein once called it “spooky.” So, the premise of Don’t Get Close—that a controversial experiment may uncover the “Big C” consciousness particle—is actually inspired by a real scientific hypothesis. When researching for this novel, I interviewed a particle physicist at the Fermilab National Accelerator, and we spoke for hours about this fascinating topic. In fact, the fictitious experiment in the novel is based on a real, massively complex experiment planned at Fermilab that is intended to study neutrinos (also known as “ghost” particles) and possibly shed light on the origin of the universe. Just like in Don’t Get Close, this real-life experiment will fire neutrinos thousands of miles through the earth’s crust to be collected by a particle detector located one mile underground! Just imagine: what incredible things will they discover? It’s one of the most anticipated scientific experiments in a generation that most people have never heard about.
Question: How much of Don’t Get Close is inspired by real life events?
Matt Miksa: All references to reincarnation, regression hypnotherapy, and near-death experiences in Don’t Get Close are inspired by real cases documented by respected medical and academic professionals. For example, the University of Virginia Divison of Perceptual Studies has investigated, coded, and published more than 2,000 cases over its forty years studying reincarnation. When researching this novel, I reviewed hundreds of these cases of people who claim to remember past lives and the investigators who set out to verify their stories.
Question: Why did you want to write about a young, female, queer FBI agent?
Matt Miksa: There are still persistent stereotypes within the Bureau when it comes to the “ideal” agent. I wanted a main character who broke the mold and brought a completely fresh, Gen-Z mindset to the field.
J. Edgar Hoover, the long-time former FBI director (1924-1972), famously required special agents to wear white button-down shirts and black suits. When I served in the FBI over a decade ago, Hoover had been gone for nearly forty years, yet there was still a stereotypical “look” for an agent. Beyond the dress code, almost all of them had studied criminal justice, law, or accounting. This was not the case for me. Yes, I’m a straight white guy with a crew cut, but I’m also a former pop singer and a creative writer with a closet full of (very) tight pants. Needless to say, I was often a fish out of water in the Bureau. And yet, my weird artist brain allowed me to think conceptually in ways that my colleagues often couldn’t, sometimes leading to major breakthroughs.
Matt
Miksa is a former FBI intelligence analyst who helped prevent foreign
spies from stealing America’s secrets. Today, he writes thrillers
that blend history, politics, and science. Matt holds a graduate
degree in China Studies from Columbia University and has spent time
living in Beijing. He currently resides in Chicago with his wife and
two daughters.
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