Last to Know: A Novel
Elizabeth Adler
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1250067294
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Adler comes a heart-pounding thriller that will keep you guessing until the very last page…
Evening Lake is an idyllic Massachusetts getaway with a close-knit community of long-time families. Detective Harry Jordan sees his lake home as a respite from solving crimes on the Boston streets―until his work catches up with him. One night, Harry is out for a walk when the Havnel house bursts into flames. As newcomers who have always kept to themselves, Lacey Havnel and her daughter, Bea, are nothing like their well-heeled neighbors―and now it's up to Harry to follow every lead and dig up every past secret…right down to the apparent knife wound that is found on Lacey's corpse. To complicate matters, a young neighbor carries a weighty secret about who he saw rowing on the lake that night. Nothing is what it seems in this peaceful vacation town, and nobody knows who they can trust as the death toll rises. Can Harry put a stop to a serial killer who is poised to strike again? When it comes to murder, the victim is always the last to know. And time is running out…
Time of Terror (Pierre Chambrun Mystery, Book 11)
detectives are being bamboozled, and I, for one, am enjoying watching events unfold. Who, I wonder, in the end, will be the smarter. Detective Harry Jordan? Or me? 18 Mal wasn’t taking Harry’s defection lightly. There was a responsibility to loving someone. Being “in love” is a decisive act. You choose to be in love. His duty was to her as well as his work, yet somehow, same as always, his job had come first. Wounded from what she deemed as her rejection, Mal went immediately to the rue du
kind to animals unless they aggravate me, pleasant with babies because they are not worth the bother of aggravation, and I know how to use charm well enough to fool most people. “Murder?” you might be asking. Am I talking casually, seriously, about murder? That is not the way I would put it. There is a reason I choose who should depart this life and it is always a logical one. Now I have picked out the next. Rose Osborne is not dead yet, but she is going to die. And soon. Later, I will tell you
worry, I’ll care for him like he’s my own kid.” “I know it,” Harry said. “And thanks. For everything.” Harry rang off and Rossetti thought, panicked, it was as though he had said final goodbyes. Jesus, he said to himself, climbing into the BMW and setting off for Beacon Hill. I hope he’s gonna be all right. I just hope he’s gonna be all right. Harry had not even mentioned the two suspects and he seemed to have forgotten all about the fact that they were holding Bea Havnel for questioning and
and never could be I set out to destroy them. It was the old principle: if I can’t have them, no one can. It was easy to take out this kid, Diz. More. It was a pleasure because I could think of Rose, suffering. I offered to help her, of course, and of course she could not resist my soft pleading, to be counted in, to help find her beloved youngest child. They say the youngest is always the most precious. I had no doubt, in Rose’s case, this is true. First I’d dealt with her husband, Wally. Now
mind. And then she’d latched on to Roman, who was young enough and dumb enough to be completely taken in by her. Though not dumb enough to be caught up in her evil. Rose had the man, the good husband, the family, the home. Bea wanted everything Rose had and was. She wanted Rose’s life, and she had been prepared to do anything to get it. She had succeeded with Wally; she’d known just how to get into his very soul, and now, she had their boy. The perfect element for the final deed of torture. Just