Shadow Fall - Tracers

Zusatztext "Will have you gripping the edge of your seat." Informationen zum Autor Laura Griffin Klappentext "Special Agent Tara Rushing arrives at a grisly murder scene and quickly discovers she's got a serial killer on her hands. The killer is meticulous, making sure to wipe up even the smallest traces of evidence...but the Delphi Center experts are on the case. The local sheriff has a suspect all picked out--ex-Marine and current security expert Liam Wolfe. Despite all her digging, Tara knows very little about Liam when she shows up at his sprawling Texas compound, which serves as headquarters for Wolfe Security, and she's surprised by her intense physical reaction to him. As she and Liam grow closer, Tara finds herself depending on his skills and expertise to help her track a killer. But when another body turns up, Tara must decide if she can trust the man who's quickly stealing her heart" --Shadow Fall CHAPTER ONE EAST TEXAS PINEY WOODS THREE YEARS LATER Evenings were the hardest, the time when everything unraveled. Catie’s mind overflowed, her chest felt empty, and the craving dug into her with razor-sharp claws. Her shoulders tensed as she pulled into the park. All her life, she’d been addicted to work and approval and success. Now she was simply an addict. Her high-performance tires glided over the ruts, absorbing the bumps as she eased along the drive. She turned into the gravel parking lot and swung into a space. Forty-six days. Resting her head on the wheel, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her throat tightened, and she fought the burn of tears. “One day at a time,” she whispered. She sat up and gazed through the windshield. She’d never thought she’d be one of those people who gave themselves pep talks. She’d never thought she’d be a lot of things. Yet here she was. Catie shoved open the door and popped the trunk. She tossed her purse inside, then rummaged through her gym bag, looking for her iPod. On second thought, no music. She slammed the trunk closed, locked the car, and tucked the key fob into the zipper pocket of her tracksuit. She leaned against a trail marker and stretched her quads. A few deep lunges and she was ready to go. She set off at a brisk pace, quickly passing the dog walkers and bird enthusiasts who frequented the trail. Her muscles warmed. Her breathing steadied. She passed the first quarter-mile marker and felt the tension start to loosen. The routine had become her lifeline. She registered the familiar scent of loblolly pines, the spongy carpet of pine needles under her feet. She put her body through the paces, then her mind. It was Wednesday. She was halfway through the week, another daunting chain of days that started with paralyzing mornings in which she had to drag herself out of bed and force herself to shower, dress, and stand in front of the mirror to conceal the evidence of a fitful night. Then she faced the endless cycle of conference calls and meetings and inane conversations as the secret yearning built and built, culminating in the dreaded hour when it was time to go. Time to pack it in and head home to her perfectly located, gorgeously decorated, soul-crushingly empty house. But first, a run. Or a spin class. Or both. Anything to postpone the sight of that vacant driveway. Almost anything. Catie focused her attention on the narrow trail. Thirst stung her throat, but she tried to clear her mind. Rounding a bend, she noted the half-mile marker. She was making good time. Another curve in the path, and she came upon a couple jogging in easy lockstep. Twenty-somethings. At the end of the trail, and still they had a bounce in their stride. The woman smiled as they passed, and Catie felt a sharp pang of ...

Product details

• Authors: Laura Griffin
• Publisher: Pocket Books USA
• Languages: English
• Product format: Paperback
• Released: 30.09.2015
• EAN: 9781476779256
• ISBN: 978-1-4767-7925-6
• No. of pages: 400
• Dimensions: 107 mm x 172 mm x 18 mm
• Series: Tracers; Tracers
• Subject: Fiction > Narrative literature