The Second Stranger by J.P. Tompkins
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 334 Kb
The Second Stranger : A friend’s death reveals a shocking act of deception and betrayal.
Kate Downey witnessed a horrifying crime at the age of thirteen and her story helped solve the case. Now, fifteen years later and driven by a fascination with crime, she’s a reporter covering a story that could make her career or tear her life apart.
Kate has become consumed by a string of murders, obsessed with getting into a killer’s mind, and it’s taking a toll on her life. Digging into the victims’ lives, she’s desperate to discover a common link and find a suspect, while also dealing with her own painful past and unhealed wounds.
When the next victim is found, it’s too close to home to be coincidence. Kate is convinced the killer is taunting her. As the disturbing truth emerges, nothing is as it seems and anyone could be a suspect. Do you ever really know anyone? Can you ever fully trust someone?
“They caught the guy eventually, but it was too late for Amanda.
I’m not proud of what I did the day he took her. When I replay the events in my head all these years later, I often find myself debating which was worse: challenging Amanda’s fears, or running away at the moment she, my best friend at the time and ever since, needed me most.
The therapist I saw back then told me none of it was my fault, that we were doing normal kid stuff, and all the blame goes to the stranger who committed the crime.
One day, about three months after Amanda was taken, I made a discovery of my own at the library: the true-crime section. Hundreds of books, filled with gruesome crimes and the horrid people who committed them.
I thumbed through a few of them, starting with the collection of pictures in the middle of the book, then to random pages to read a few paragraphs, all the while looking up and making sure my mom and dad hadn’t found me in this aisle.
A few minutes of perusing and I was hooked. These were infinitely more interesting than the books meant for kids my age then. But I knew I couldn’t check them out of the library.
So that day, I slipped one under the waistline of my shorts and bunched my shirt up a little to try to hide what would have otherwise been an obvious and out of place lump.”