From the bestselling author of Pretty Girls Dancing comes a shattering serial-killer thriller about revenge, deliverance, and survival.
Cady Maddix survived a brutal upbringing—emotionally scarred but hardened—with a will for self-preservation. Hunting fugitives has given her life purpose and control. But when the Deputy US Marshal returns home to care for her Alzheimer’s-stricken mother, a new case stirs old memories.
Child killer Samuel Aldeen has broken out of a nearby facility for the criminally insane, and the authorities believe he was aided by accomplices, both inside and out. Enlisted to track him down, Cady follows an unexpected lead. Her name is Eryn Pullman, a young woman recently released from a neighboring psychiatric facility, a mentally fragile survivor of childhood abuse, and Aldeen’s next designated victim.
To save Eryn’s life, Cady must work fast to uncover the unimaginable link between predator and prey—even as it pulls her into the cold dark places of her own past.
Excerpt
Pushing open her front door, Cady stepped inside. Then stopped still, disturbed by something she could only sense.
She drew her weapon and flipped on the light inside the doorway, scanning the area carefully.
The room looked just as she’d left it. The comfortable couch held only a throw she hadn’t bothered to refold the last time she’d used it. Her gaze traveled across the room to the flat screen TV and to the double set of bookshelves flanking it. They were crowded with rows of books in back, a few pictures and other items arranged in front of them. One of the photos was slightly out of place, as if it had been picked up and then replaced carelessly. A marksmanship award she’d won last year sat a bit crookedly on its stand.
She moved on to her bedroom where she discovered the top drawer in her dresser wasn’t quite closed. A small thing, but coupled with the ever-so-slightly displaced items in the other room, her earlier foreboding rushed back tenfold. Someone had been inside her house.
Cady went to the back door and unlocked it before switching on the security light mounted next to the screen door. She made her way to the spare bedroom’s window she’d found unlocked and shone her light over the old storm covering it. The clips were in place. But she could see where the old paint had been scraped next to them, as if they had recently been forced into a vertical position before being locked again.
It would be difficult to miss the fresh pry marks at both bottom corners of the window.
She shifted the beam to the ground, but there were no indentations there. No footprints. But she could imagine the scene that had taken place sometime while she was away today. A person standing right in this spot, loosening the storm so it would be easy to remove at a later time. A time of his choosing.
When Cady might be inside the home.
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