A giant, ancient statue of Buddha is blown to pieces in Afghanistan, and there is one man to blame: terrorist Habib Khadr. Following this magnificent display of his power, Habib is quiet for decades until he surfaces again in Mexico. He has successfully evaded Interpol, and he now plans to cross the Sierra Madre Plateau into America.
Habib leaves a trail of murders in his wake, but he arrives in North Dakota, where he is reunited with his notoriously powerful wife. Together, they form a plot to rescue their son from Americanization and destroy Mount Rushmore. Meanwhile, private investigators—and spouses—Ryan Moar and Joanne Sutter have their own problems.
They investigate a young man named Moe Fouzi, who is about to marry an American heiress, although his intentions are not clear. Moe is not who he appears to be, and their investigation soon takes the detectives into the bloody path of Habib Khadr. Now, in the Black Hills of South Dakota, Ryan and Joanne must fight to save America’s most prized monument and their own lives.
Detective Angela Callahan is used to taking on the tough cases. The brutally disturbing cases that no sane cop would ever want and, the fiendishly clever ones that those same cops can’t solve. For the last five years, these cases have included tracking down and putting away serial killers. Methodical, maniacal, never stopping until they are caught or dead, killing machines. And so far, she’s gotten them all.
Her latest case is a strange one. Members of San Francisco’s most violent street gang are being murdered by night. One at a time, each by a single, fatal stab to the heart. Seventeen victims so far. Angela has been put on the case along with a new partner, with orders to get it closed as quickly as possible. But she soon realizes that there is much more going on here then meets the eye. As Angela begins to unravel the hidden secrets of the gang, she discovers that there is something deep and dark going on right here in her own city. Playing major parts in it are a dirty Politian who will stop at nothing to achieve his dreams and a government organization that no one is supposed to know even exists. Throw in the fact that she can trust no one, not even her own department and she finds herself facing peril and betrayal at every turn. And the only way to survive may be to put her own life, in the hands of a cold-blooded killer.
In this riveting thriller, a scrappy San Francisco detective must put everything on the line in an attempt to stop a vengeful killer’s murderous rampage that could destroy the political world as we know it.
Melonie Byars is found murdered in the flower shop where she worked. Unfortunately for authorities, there are no witnesses and no clues. The murderer did, though, leave a calling card: a carefully arranged bouquet of flowers. Seattle’s best homicide detective, Sgt. Arthur Washington, is called to duty.
Washington prides himself on his case closure rate, but this is one case he can’t crack. He is completely baffled, and the murder of Ms. Byars remains unsolved. A year and a half later, another murder occurs in the same grizzly manner. Washington is back on the case, but even the top brass of the Seattle Police Department are stumped.
Detective Washington will not let this killer get away twice. He’s determined to put a stop to the mysterious flower murders. Bodies start to pile up with the same common link. It’s not long before the city is in a panic. Paired with a new partner, Washington must catch a killer who’s made Seattle his personal bloody playground.
Admired by almost the entire hospital staff, it is believed Dr. Edgar Green has no professional equals. His success as a psychiatrist is viewed as a feather in the hospital’s cap as well as in his own. But what no one knows is that he is not as perfect as they think.
During a routine mental health meeting at the hospital, Dr. Green learns that an outbreak of suspicious fires that have plagued the city over the past year have now become lethal. As a serial arsonist continues to evade the authorities, the psychiatrist receives a strange, nondescript letter from a woman locked in a self-imposed prison who requests his help in a very unorthodox way in a desperate attempt to save herself. While Dr. Green immerses himself in Edyth Verte’s case, the alleged arsonist is arrested. But when a local psychologist is assigned to evaluate the pyromaniac in prison, she cannot shake the feeling that something does not feel right.
In this psychological thriller, a tormented soul battles dark voices as a murderous arsonist terrorizes a city desperate to escape a fiery wrath.
Emerson Sinclare is a detective of the Holy City—Charleston, South Carolina, known as one of the first cities in America. It is steeped in tradition, with family names that go back before the Revolutionary War. Even today, the markers of history can still be found on every street corner. But hidden beneath the city’s southern roots and hospitality lies a different story—one of crime, as might be found in any other twenty-first-century city in America.
Sinclare is never lacking in cases. Recently a young girl jumped off the city’s famous bridge. Another young man was found with his throat slit. And then there’s the still unsolved murder of Sinclare’s own wife. This last one haunts him, but he continues to hunt the criminals of his city with no mercy, following his own rules and using instinct to understand the criminal mind.
For Sinclare, there is no class distinction; everyone is suspect when it comes to murder. He’ll need all his knowledge of human nature to solve this newest murder. But things get personal as Sinclare suspects a recent death is somehow related to his wife’s cold case. Even in the Holy City, evil abounds. Power and greed will shake Charleston to its core.
When dealing with the death of a loved one, many find great comfort in the company of others who are experiencing the same sense of loss and fear. The seven mourners and three facilitators of the new support group at the Grief Clinic are about to embark on their own journeys of discovery, help, and healing.
But a story in the local paper shakes the clinic staff with news of the death of an ex-client, Mr. Sorenson, who had just completed his sessions six months earlier. Following the tragic drowning death of his wife, he and his daughter were overwhelmed, confused, and unable to move beyond their sorrow. Now Mr. Sorenson has also drowned, and his death is ruled suspicious after questions arise during his autopsy.
The story also catches the attention of the family of another of the clinic’s former clients, who died a year earlier. Mr. Marcus, another widower, was found at the bottom of a cliff, and while his death was considered an accident, his family always suspected foul play. This new situation motivates them to contact the clinic to request another look at these deaths.
Fear, concern, and suspicion become bedfellows for all connected with the clinic. Are the support-group participants being targeted by a killer—or killers? Only time will tell.