Chosen To Die (An Alvarez & Pescoli Novel)
He'll decide on Them. . .
Detective Regan Pescoli has labored the "Star Crossed Killer" case for months, by no means imagining she'd be captured by means of the madman she's been searching. Regan is aware precisely what he is able of--and warding off a similar destiny will take each drop of her braveness and cunning.
Abduct Them. . .
Regan Pescoli is not like any lady Nate Santana has met prior to. yet now she's lacking, and Nate understands anything is dangerously mistaken. the one one who may help him locate her is Detective Selena Alvarez, Regan's accomplice. As Nate and Selena dig deeper into the Star-Crossed Killer case and the physique count number rises, the reality approximately Regan's disappearance turns into chillingly clear.
And Kill Them. . .
In the desolate Montana woods, evil is lurking. And with time working out, the one technique to retailer Regan may be to get within a killer's twisted brain and resolve a stunning message that's being published, one physique at a time. . .
intuition advised her that whoever was once past the thick oak planks of the door wasn’t her savior. even though she didn’t comprehend why, couldn’t take into account the cause of her mistrust, she sensed instinctively that the individual that had introduced her right here wasn’t somebody upon whom she may perhaps depend. He’s no longer your savior, yet your jailor. She swallowed again her worry and attempted to imagine. She believed that the individual that had introduced her the following used to be fed on with a scary and malicious purpose. She braced herself.
lady voice whispers in the course of the darkened hallways as i'm completing my exercise session. Ninety-three. Ninety-four. Ninety-five. I count number off all of the push-ups as sweat runs into my eyes and my palms begin to shake, my palms flat opposed to the chilly stone ground, the hearth hissing and casting the room in transferring golden shadows. My face burns, the scratches now not but healed, sweat like salt into the shallow wounds. outdoors the evening is uncooked, a typhoon howling via this solitary canyon, challenging beads.
“You didn’t,” Goodwin stated, glancing down the hill back. “There used to be a few junk in there, sun shades, empty cigarette pack, buying baggage, however the Jeep’s beautiful crumpled up. probably we’ll locate anything day after today, while we’ve obtained daylight.” He didn’t sound confident as he jammed a cigarette into his mouth. Alvarez silently agreed. and he or she figured the remainder of the staff from the sheriff’s division will be on board with Randy’s overview. If Pescoli have been kidnapped via the Star-Crossed Killer, her.
Couldn’t enable him inject her with it. “Wait!” she stated, attempting to scoot away. Her legs have been loose. If she may well kick him. Land a blow sq. in his crotch, or on his face. “Don’t even take into consideration it,” he whispered, his voice ragged, and tough, but approximately seductive. Pescoli’s pores and skin crawled. worry sizzled via her bones. She needed to have the option to— He sprang! Like a cougar onto the again of an unsuspecting deer, he leaped onto the cot. She attempted to maneuver, yet couldn’t break out. Pinning her together with his.
Grabbed difficult at the chain, pulling it clear of his neck, gulping for breath. No! She couldn’t allow him get the higher hand. Oh, for the affection of God… She fought to carry on, however it was once too past due. Her muscle groups not obeyed her brain. Vainly, desperately, she attempted to maintain the chain looped round his neck tight, yet he shifted and pulled opposed to her arm, twisting until eventually she yelled. Don’t surrender, Regan, don't supply up…Oh God, aid me. Please, please, please! Like lightning, blinding soreness sizzled.