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Where her daughter had played Gretel in front of a cheering audience, only two faint stage lights remained. The theater was deserted and eerily silent; the only sound she could hear was her own heart, pounding in a frenzy against her chest. She rushed outside and stopped sharply at the top of the stairs, stunned, her blood turned to icicles. Darkness had fallen, thick and filled with ocean mist, lampposts like ghosts sprinkling yellow haloes in the sky. Paige was gone. They’d taken her little girl.

Im Morgengrauen wird eine junge Frau tot an einem einsamen weißen Sandstrand in Palm Beach gefunden - alles deutet auf einen Ritualmord hin. Das FBI wird zu dem Fall hinzugezogen und die Agentin Tess Winnett beginnt zu ermitteln. Bald schon stellt sich heraus, dass es sich um einen Serienkiller handelt, der seine Opfer tagelang gefangen hält, vergewaltigt und auf grausame Art und Weise foltert. Als noch eine junge Frau verschwindet, beginnt ein Wettlauf gegen die Zeit. Wird Tess den Mörder rechtzeitig finden?

Sometimes the only way to do the right thing is to break the rules. Love, Lies, and Murder is a collection of 19 short stories that explore the extremes of human emotion and the conflicts that result. Every story will leave you tense and breathless as the characters race to a conclusion that is as unexpected as it is satisfying. Intense and gripping, each story features a hero that seeks justice and the triumph of good over evil by whatever means necessary - regardless of what society’s rules find acceptable.

A teenage girl is boldly kidnapped from her school, minutes after her mother dropped her off. While a frenzied search begins, bringing together the entire police force of the city that never sleeps, for Detectives Baxter and Holt, this isn’t a crime like any other - it is personal. Detective Holt is faced with an inconceivable decision: Sacrifice everything he holds sacred or jeopardize the life of an innocent girl. But the man holding all the cards in this game of life and death isn’t willing to negotiate; he’s only willing to kill.

Her blue eyes wide open, glossed over. A few specks of sand clung to her long, dark lashes. Her beautiful face, immobile, covered in sparkling flecks of sand. Who is the beautiful girl found at dawn, on a deserted stretch of white sand beach? What is her secret? FBI special agent Tess Winnett searches for answers relentlessly. With each step, each new finding, she uncovers unsettling facts leading to a single possible conclusion: Dawn Girl is not the only victim. Her killer has killed before.

An entire family is murdered and, by a quirk, a young girl is left unharmed. For 15 years, she believed the killer had been caught, and he's now on death row, awaiting execution. While trying to be content with her adoptive family, she's living in relentless uncertainty and the fear of remembering what really happened that night when she was five years old. She's The Watson Girl.

Detectives Laura Baxter and Jack Holt are members of the elite: Las Vegas Metro PD, one of the toughest and most respected law enforcement agencies in the United States. In the middle of a city with two million residents and 43 million annual visitors, they’re hunting for a killer. At the heart of a glamorous Las Vegas hotel, in front of hundreds of witnesses and under the lenses of countless video surveillance cameras, a young girl is brutally murdered. The most recorded crime in Vegas is missing one key protagonist, the killer.

When a suicidal client seeks her help, Dr. Angela Blackwell cannot turn him away, despite the fact that he isn’t seeking the kind of help she normally provides her clients. The man, who won’t fully identify himself, wants the distinguished psychologist to stand witness after his planned death in six months’ time, ensuring his wife will not be charged as an accessory or be hindered from collecting the death benefit he carefully provisioned for her. He calls himself DJ and won’t willingly share anything about his past.

En un fresco día de otoño en la pequeña ciudad de Mount Chester, la detective Kay Sharp se encuentra cara a cara con el pasado del que lleva huyendo la última década. Su exmarido, Brian, ha sido acusado de matar a Rachel, la ex mejor amiga de Kay, la mujer con la que Brian le fue infiel y a quien dejó embarazada. Dos días antes, Kay recibió un mensaje suplicante de Rachel diciendo: "Espero que me perdones. Sé que no tengo derecho, pero te necesito".

Cirujana de confianza. Esposa dedicada. ¿Asesina? Antes de que mi mundo se derrumbara, lo tenía todo. Una exitosa carrera. Una casa de ladrillo rojo preciosa, donde podía relajarme frente a la chimenea. Un apuesto y devoto marido cuyos ojos azules y sonrisa encantadora siempre me hicieron sentir segura. Cuando digo la hora de la muerte, mi voz es firme. Mis compañeros permanecen en silencio a mi alrededor con los ojos fijos en mí, confundidos, preocupados. Nunca he perdido a un paciente hasta hoy. Mis manos tiemblan dentro de los guantes de látex.

Caught in the enigmatic web of an unusual case, Special Agent Tess Winnett races against the ticking clock. A suspected serial killer is on the loose hunting prey in the depths of the Everglades. Several women have vanished from the Miami coast, leaving only echoes of their existence. The clues to their fates? Locked away in the tortured mind of one survivor, TV celebrity Kiana Bayliss.

Betroet kirurg. Kærlig hustru. Morder? Før min verden styrtede sammen, havde jeg det hele. Den succesfulde karriere, jeg drømte om. Det smukke røde murstenshus, hvor jeg kunne slappe af foran pejsen. Den smukke, hengivne mand, hvis blå øjne og charmerende smil altid fik mig til at føle mig tryg. Da jeg konstaterer dødstidspunktet, er min stemme rolig. Mine kolleger står tavse omkring mig, øjnene rettet mod mig, forvirrede og bekymrede. Jeg har aldrig mistet en patient før i dag. Mine hænder ryster i gummihandskerne. Jeg glider ned ad de kolde flisevægge, mit hjerte hamrer i brystet.

When I wake up, I know three things. My name is Emma. Someone tried to kill me. And I can't remember who. When I blink, my eyelashes brush against scratchy cloth. My fingers twitch, numb and distant. In the distance, sirens wail. I'm in the hospital. I should be safe here, but I know I'm not. The last thing I remember is running, seeing an arm raised to strike Why would anyone want to kill me?