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How shut do you allow a killer come?
An obvious scholar suicide has introduced medical expert Sara Linton to the neighborhood university campus, together with her ex-husband, police leader Jeffrey Tolliver. yet a horribly mutilated corpse yields up few solutions. And a suspicious rash of next "suicides" means that a distinct type of terror is stalking the early life of Heartsdale, Georgia--a nightmare that's coming to prey on Sara Linton's household. A small city is being reworked right into a killing floor. And the most important to a sadistic murderer's cause and identification could be held within the unsteady arms of a campus safeguard guard--a former police detective pushed from the strength through the hellish thoughts that would by no means go away her. Lena Adams survived the unthinkable and has paid a devastating fee. Now the survival of destiny sufferers may perhaps rely on her . . . whilst she will slightly defend herself.
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Another shrug. Another mouthful of Chow Mein. ’ ‘What? ’ ‘Danny’s in California. With his dad. ’ Jamie made a face. ‘Oh,’ said Sam. ‘Right. ’ There was a long silence. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ said Jamie. ‘Who’s being stupid? ’ ‘No way. ’ ‘Dad. ’ Sam hid his smile with a forkful of Chow Mein. They loaded the hire van on a scorched, suffocating London morning. Jamie insisted on shifting a number of boxes that were too heavy for him, accepting no offer of assistance. He tugged and levered them precariously downstairs, one corner at a time, bracing himself against the wall.
And because Mel didn’t mortify Jamie the way his parents did, it was she who took him away. Together, they’d been to Cornwall, to Brighton, to Spain, Disneyland Paris, and three times to CenterParcs. Usually, Mel cooked the kind of food Jamie wasn’t allowed at home. But she made him wash the dishes, too, and sometimes 31 NEIL CROSS do the vacuuming. Mysteriously, Jamie didn’t mind taking out the rubbish, or cleaning the upstairs windows, or running to the shops to get milk and cigarettes, as long as it was Mel who asked him to do it.
After racing each other from the van, they saw that Mel was waiting for them. She sat on the concrete doorstep, smoking a cigarette and reading a Daily Mirror, three of whose corners she’d 25 NEIL CROSS weighed down with a disposable lighter, a pack of Silk Cut and a small pebble. The fourth corner flapped occasionally, like a dying bird. Mel looked up, shielded her eyes with her hand. She smiled and waved. Sam thought of a photograph, as if this moment were already a memory of lost times. He rolled his head on tired shoulders, then he jingled the van keys in his palm and walked through the green gate.