By Lisa Gardner
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Alone . . . Massachusetts kingdom Trooper Bobby sidestep watches a annoying hostage standoff spread throughout the scope of his sniper rifle. simply around the road, in prosperous again Bay, Boston, an armed guy has barricaded himself together with his spouse and baby. The man’s finger tightens at the set off and evade has just a cut up moment to react . . . and eternally pay the consequences.
Alone . . . that’s the place the nightmare started for cool, attractive, and dangerously horny Catherine Rose Gagnon. Twenty-five years in the past, she used to be buried underground in the course of a month-long nightmare of abduction and abuse. Now her husband has simply been killed. Her partner's father, the strong pass judgement on Gagnon, blames Catherine for his son’s dying . . . and for the sequence of unexplained health problems that experience despatched her personal younger son time and again to the sanatorium.
Alone . . . a madman survived solitary confinement in a greatest protection criminal the place he’d performed challenging time for the main sadistic of crimes. Now he walks the streets a unfastened guy, invisible, nameless . . . and choked with an unquenchable rage for vengeance. What brings them jointly is a second of violence—but what connects them is a keenness a long way deeper and masses extra risky. For a killer is free who’s woven such an problematic net of evil that not anyone is above suspicion, not anyone is past damage, and nobody will see loss of life coming till it has them cornered, helpless, and by myself.
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As a writer, I know how the right bad word at a crucial moment can purge ugly emotions and relieve emotional tension. As a guy who has been forced to struggle to survive almost as long as he has been alive, I also know that no word—even a really, really bad word—can prevent a blunt object from splitting your skull if it is swung with enthusiasm and makes contact. So having been driven to my knees by the second blow, and with my skull ringing as though the hunchback of Notre Dame were inside my head and pulling maniacally on bell ropes, I said the bad word, but I also lunged forward as best I could and grabbed my assailant by the ankles.
But I doubted that anyone patrolling the beach would have been able to catch sight of me in the deepening gloom. Nevertheless, when not throwing myself headlong into trouble and leaping off piers, I am a prudent young man. I suspected I would be wise to ascend farther into the webwork of wood. In some cozy high redoubt, I would roost until the thugs decided that I had drowned. When they went away to raise a toast to my death in whatever greasy barroom or opium den their kind frequented, I would safely go ashore and return home, where Hutch would be washing his face in sanitizing gel and waiting for the tsunami.
I propped the ﬂashlight on his chest. Because his head was raised on a mound of sand, the bright beam bathed him from chin to hairline. If something like Godzilla woke in a Paciﬁc abyss and decided to come ashore to ﬂatten our picturesque community, this guy’s face would dissuade it from a rampage, and the scaly beast would return meekly to the peace of the deeps. With the fog-diffused lights of town to guide me, I slogged across the wide beach. I did not proceed directly east. Perhaps Flashlight Guy had told the pier crew that he was on the shore due west of some landmark, by which they could ﬁnd him.