Una bomba esplosa a Los Angeles e una scritta: "Per me si va nella città dolente". I sospetti cadono su John Dantes, scrittore ed "Ecoterrorista", che viene arrestato. Ma altre bombe devastano la città, sempre firmate con versi dell'Inferno dantesco e una M. La criminologa Sylvia Strange intuisce...
In her work within the justice system, forensic psychologist Dr. Sylvia Strange has dealt with some of the most twisted and depraved minds ever documented. Now, one of those minds wants to deal with her. Lucas Watson has escaped from prison. A grotesque embodiment of homicidal dementia, Watson is...
Forensic psychologist Dr. Sylvia Strange has matched wits with some of the most twisted minds in the American criminal system, and survived. Now, she finds herself struggling to reach a ten-year-old girl found by police who has been terrified into utter silence. As Sylvia slowly works her way int...
A different kind of serial killer is terrorizing the city of Santa Fe. All of the victims have one thing in common: they were violent sex offenders who slipped through the cracks in the justice system, and walked on legal technicalities. Someone has decided to make them pay. Forensic psychologist...
up along Outpost Drive belonged to people who conceived of themselves as homesteaders who happened to have six-figure incomes. . . . Randall Sullivan, The Price of Experience 10:33 A.M. Just a stone’s throw from the other bastion of southern California preppy WASP elitism, Oxford Academy had host...
The building housed a bank, law offices, AeroChihuahua, a private tourism bureau, and the regional headquarters of the International Children's Rescue Fund. Noelle Harding maintained a five-thousand-square-foot suite on the top floor. Service staff privately referred to it as the Eagle's Nest. ...
Albert Kove. "You're so tanned and beautiful," she said, "I'm jealous. How was Tobago?" Albert Kove was in his mid-forties, but with his cropped, salty-blond hair, collegiate wire-rim glasses, and rolled-up shirtsleeves he could pass for thirty-five. His movements were habitually slow and de...
Sylvia locked the dead bolt on the front door and switched on the light. Rocko bounded through the living room, down the hall, back to the kitchen. Her terrier seemed satisfied that they were alone. She felt better, but she walked to the window and checked the road. There was no sign of Matt's Ca...