The 6th Target

When a horrifying attack leaves one of the four members of the Women's Murder Club struggling for her life, the others fight to keep a madman behind bars before anyone else is hurt.
And Lindsay Boxer and her new partner in the San Francisco police department run flat-out to stop a series of kidnappings that has electrified the city: children are being plucked off the streets together with their nannies--but the kidnappers aren't demanding ransom. Amid uncertainty and rising panic, Lindsay juggles the possibility of a new love with an unsolvable investigation, and the knowledge that one member of the club could be on the brink of death.
And just when everything appears momentarily under control, the case takes a terrifying turn, putting an entire city in lethal danger. Lindsay must make a choice she never dreamed she'd face with no certainty that either outcome has more than a prayer of success.
"A KILLER IN WAITING, Fred Brinkley slumps in the blue- upholstered banquette on the top deck of the ferry. The November sun glares down like a big white eye as the catamaran plows the San Francisco Bay, and Fred Brinkley glares right back at the sun. A shadow falls across him, a kid’s voice asking, “Mister, could you take our picture?”
Fred shakes his head no, no, no anger winding him up like a watch spring, like a wire tightening around his head. He wants to smash the kid like a bug. Fred averts his eyes, sings inside his head, Ay, ay, ay, ay, Sau-sa-lito- lindo, trying to shut down the voices. He puts his hand on Bucky to comfort himself, feeling him through his blue nylon Windbreaker, but still the voices pound in his brain like a jackhammer."