Crown of Thorns by Dan Padavona : A Gripping Serial Killer Thriller (Scarlett Bell Dark FBI Thriller Book 8)
English | 2019 | Thriller & Crime | ePUB | 199 Kb
Crown of Thorns : He hung her like a scarecrow for the world to see.
A terrifying serial killer haunts the back roads of Northern New York. Is Scarlett Bell walking into a deathtrap?
When Special Agent Scarlett Bell investigates a gruesome murder in a small farming village, she discovers a murderer like none she’s previously encountered. Brilliant and insane, he taunts the FBI, who are powerless to stop him.
A school teacher disappears, and now Scarlett must discover the link between the two women before the killer claims another victim. But the FBI won’t give Scarlett the support she needs, and her own partner turns against her, forcing Scarlett to go rogue if she hopes to rescue the teacher. And fugitive murderer Logan Wolf hides in the shadows, following Scarlett’s every move.
“Stay positive. Coral Lake is the next county southward. Different sheriff.”
“He find the victim?”
“She didn’t show for the farmer’s market last Saturday and stopped answering her phone. Sheriff went out to have a look and found…well, you’ll just have to see how he found her. It’s not pretty.”
Bell paged through the case notes.
“Shelly LaFleur, farmer on the outskirts of Golden, New York.”
“Sheriff says she’s a bit of a recluse. Except for market, nobody saw her. Thing is, the farmer’s market was her livelihood. She never missed a day.”
“Until last Saturday.”
Green hills accented by wildflowers rolled past in colorful streaks. With the windows open, the scents traveled into the rental SUV and brought to mind childhood days in Bealton, Virginia when school let out for the summer. The undulating terrain looked similar to Coral Lake, but without the population. This was God’s country, a place industry wouldn’t discover for another few centuries, if ever.
Gardy turned down a dirt and gravel road, the stones loud beneath the SUV. Tree-covered hills grew as far as the eye could see. Atop one ridge, a trio of windmills twirled over the countryside like benevolent giants. She could hear them with the windows rolled down, the sound pleasing compared to the static from the AM radio.”