An act of murder caught in an explosion of lightning. A scream swallowed up by thunder. She pulled herself along the balcony railing hand-over-hand, peered down into the inky blackness. Too late, whispered a voice in her brain. Bang, bang, you're next, said a voice before her. And she ran ferried...
But when he bent to kiss her outside on her porch, she allowed it, even clinging to him for a brief passage of moments and then she was gone. The screen door was shut, the front door was closed and he was alone with nothing more than the memory of her scent, the sense of her mouth under his. He f...
This time he had an alibi—witnesses, receipts, proof that he was nowhere near here when Jessica Sweet was killed and dumped in the woods. Emily wanted to believe him; she did believe him. She gathered herself. “I baked a cake,” she said. Tucker grinned his foolish puppy gr...
She stowed her bags of groceries, searching her mind for a reference, and found none. She was pretty sure she’d never seen the woman before. But when she turned, there the woman was, so close Sandy took an involuntary backward step. “You’re Jordy Cline’s mother.” The woman wasn’t asking so much a...
Abby would never have found it without the map Hank had drawn for her. He’d said the house was a yellow brick one-story, but pulling into the driveway, she thought the color was more drab. She thought it was as drab and sad-looking as Hank himself. Apprehension knotted her stomach. She wondered i...
She hadn’t taken the usual route but instead wound her way along a network of tar-drizzled, sun-dazzled rural roads—ranch roads—that uncurled through the woods. She marked the little church from the corner of her eye as she passed it, and stopping, she backed up some fifty feet to have a longer l...