With the discovery of a family friend’s body on display in a park, a rookie detective sees a terrifying pattern. The only thing she’s sure of? More women will die, if she can’t get others to see it too.
Official Site of Author Angela Breen
Official Site of Author Angela Breen
Branches cut into my bare arms, face, and legs as I sprinted through the thick undergrowth of the New England woods. My lungs screamed as I forced air in and out. Barely dodging trees and boulders as I struggled to reach safety.
I could still hear his maniacal whistle. Was it in my head? There was no way he was still that close and able to whistle, right?
I tucked myself behind a boulder, taking shallow breaths as quietly as I could, straining to hear between the greedy gulps.
With the discovery of a family friend’s body on display in a park, a rookie detective sees a terrifying pattern. The only thing she’s sure of? More women will die, if she can’t get others to see it too.