3rd Degree (Women's Murder Club, Book 3) by Andrew Gross, James Patterson

By Andrew Gross, James Patterson

The Women's homicide membership returns in a surprisingly suspenseful mystery. Plunging right into a burning city residence, Detective Lindsay Boxer discovers 3 useless bodies...and a mysterious message on the scene. while extra corpses take place, Lindsay asks her buddies Claire Washburn of the clinical examiner's workplace, Assistant D.A. Jill Bernhardt, and San Francisco Chronicle reporter Cindy Thomas to assist her discover a assassin who vows to kill each 3 days. much more terrifying, he has specific one of many 4 neighbors. Which one will it's?

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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.

Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.

And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.

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