Jennifer can no longer ignore the personal connection. Is there a copycat killer at work? Was the wrong man convicted? Or is there something more sinister at play …
A shocking ultimatum is issued; choose the victim or it defaults to someone you hold dear. And she has just minutes to decide. As each crime becomes more brutal, she is forced to play devil’s advocate...
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
My eating disorder was my constant companion, surfacing in times of stress. A chubby child, I was berated by my mother, which in turn led me to find comfort in food. Now I gained control via the starv...
By the time she left, she was equipped with an evidence bag containing the seized jewellery and a statement giving up Danny Smedley as the person who pawned it.
This was how Theresa solved problems, flitting from one thought to another until she came up with the appropriate response.
Jennifer
Police all the more determined to find him. Doctor Tanner had been warned. His beneficiary had instructed him from the start: have your fun but frame Nathan Crosby.
Sunshine was
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It’s hard to accept the truth when lies are what you want to hear.
Soon he would be able to touch her, to feel the warmth of her blood. When the time came, nothing would stop him.
Olivia was a quiet child, but her lack of response was uncharacteristic. She stared at her mother with wide, frightened eyes, her mouth open, a hollow cave devoid of words. Something was wrong. Very w...
She knelt down, her breath stinking of cigarettes and alcohol. It was his mother’s signature aroma.
He’s a sociopath, pure and simple. The world revolves around his wants and needs. The rest of us are just here for his amusement.
He smiled, wondering if the owner would miss her handbag. What did she expect, leaving it in full view on the kitchen table last night?
Emma’s suffered from anxiety all her life. It’s like this tireless voice in her head, always judging, always pointing out her flaws. You need to be louder than the voice, tell her what an amazing pers...
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
Mischievously. Clack … clack … clack; the noise of a walking stick echoed in the stairwell. An
Who needed ghosts when the family of the dead begged for answers, unable to move on from their loss?
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