The Murder Game
Beverly Barton
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0821776908
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New Game
The game is simple--he is the Hunter. They are the Prey. He gives them a chance to escape. To run. To hide. To outsmart him. But eventually, he catches them. And that's when the game gets really terrifying. . .
New Rules
Private investigator Griffin Powell and FBI agent Nicole Baxter know a lot about serial killers--they took one down together. But this new killer is as sadistic as they've ever seen. He likes his little games, and he especially likes forcing Nic and Griff to play along. Every unsolvable clue, every posed victim, every taunting phone call--it's all part of his twisted, elaborate plan. And then the Hunter calls, wanting to know if they're really ready to play. . .
But Winner Still Kills All. . .
There's a new game now, and it's much more deadly than the first. A brutal psychopath needs a worthy adversary. He won't stop until he can hunt the most precious prey of all--Nicole. And with his partner in a killer's sights, Griff is playing for the biggest stakes of his life.
orange is a UT color. But you’ve already admitted that it really is a long shot. We’ve probably got it all wrong.” “You mean I’ve got it all wrong.” “If we’re partners, then we’re both wrong or we’re both right.” “We are not partners.” “Whatever you say, Nicki.” Before she could come up with an adequate snappy comeback, he hung up. Smart-ass. Nic eyed the coffee. She could almost taste it. Resisting temptation, she hurried to the bathroom, placed her cell phone on the vanity, and stripped.
and we’ll go over everything again?” “I thought you were leaving.” “I’ll leave when you go to bed.” “Then you may be here until breakfast.” She sat back down, crossed her arms over her chest, and gave him a so-there look. Griff picked up the notepad where he’d been doodling while they had discussed the case after her call to Doug Trotter. “Okay, let’s go over what we think we know. We’ve decided that ‘fit as a fiddle’ might mean the victim is into physical fitness professionally. She could be
eased his hands to her shoulders and slowly moved to her upper arms. Her muscles were hard, her skin soft. Suddenly, as if just realizing that she was intimately close to a man she didn’t like and didn’t trust, Nic pulled away and turned around so that her back was against the sofa. “Thanks,” she told him. “You’re pretty good at that.” Smiling, Griff wiggled his fingers. “I’ve been told I have the magic touch.” Nic snorted. “I’ll bet.” “Practice makes perfect. Just think, if I hadn’t tried
head and the larger exit wound in front, leaving each face all but destroyed. Each woman had been scalped either with the same knife or with similar knives. Betty tapped the papers spread out in the center of her desk. “The autopsies reveal that each woman had been shot more than once—in the arms, knees, ankles, as if he was killing her slowly, one hit at a time.” “He wants them to suffer first,” Griff said. Nic rubbed the back of her neck as she kept moving, wishing she could erase the images
ready for Nic and me to play his game with him.” “So soon,” Yvette said. “This man is quite driven. Apparently, the single focus of his life is playing this deadly murder game. He is allowing nothing to stop him, not even Nicole’s escape, the revelation of his true identity, or the fact he is still recovering from surgery.” Griff continued shaving, and made comments each time he rinsed the razor. “Nic’s not ready to deal with this, is she?” “No, and I’m not sure she ever will be.” “She’s not