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Nowhere To Run
The crime scenes are horrifying: the victims arranged with deliberate care, posed to appear alive despite their agonized last moments and the shocking nature of their deaths.
No Place To Hide
Chattanooga grief counselor Audrey Sherrod moonlights for the local police. It's clear to her, and to Special Agent J.D. Cass, that the murders are the work of a deranged serial killer. At first, the only link is the victims' similar physical appearance. But then another connection emerges, tying them to a long-ago series of horrifying crimes Audrey hoped would never resurface--crimes that hit all too close to home.
No Time To Cry
Each grisly new discovery proves the past has not been forgotten, and the worst is yet to come. Audrey went looking for the truth and she's about to find it. . .and it will be more twisted and more terrifying than she ever imagined. . .
Praise for the novels of Beverly Barton
"Masterful!" –Linda Howard, New York Times bestselling author on Cold Hearted
"A powerful story that kept me up very late--with all the lights on." --Kay Hooper, New York Times bestselling author on As Good as Dead
they just pretended they didn’t know what happened to Blake, they wouldn’t really be lying, would they? “They’ll take Mama away and do horrible things to her.” Hart clutched Audrey’s hand. “And Uncle Garth said he didn’t know what they might do to you and me. We—we were supposed to be taking care of Blake. It’s my fault…it’s all my fault.” “No,” Audrey told him. “It’s our fault.” “We can never tell anybody. Promise me. Pinky swear.” Audrey lifted her hand, curled her pinky finger, and held it
had been afraid that he would rape her, but it soon became apparent that his reasons for abducting her and holding her prisoner had nothing to do with sex. Then she’d wondered if he would eventually torture her. He hadn’t. But the psychological torment was just as bad as physical torture would have been, perhaps worse. She felt him move away from his stance behind the rocker, where he always stood when she performed. And that’s what it felt like—a performance. Where was he going? His leaving
snorted. “I don’t know. Maybe he’ll lighten up a little. I’m sick and tired of him bossing me around and telling me how to run my life. I did just fine before he came along and tried to play Big Daddy. My mom didn’t smother me the way he does. Sometimes I think he’s mean to me because he hates having me around.” Zoe cleared her throat. “He’s a lousy father.” After a few more questions for Zoe, Audrey asked J.D. to join them, and as he entered the office, she pulled up a third chair and created a
“If your father is in a serious relationship with Holly, then you may have to find a way to get along with her.” Zoe snickered. “Serious relationship? J.D.? You’ve got to be kidding. You just wait and see if Dr. Woodruff doesn’t come to the conclusion during our sessions that he’s got commitment issues.” Audrey smiled. “Have you been psychoanalyzing your father, young lady?” “He’s not so hard to figure out. He had a bad marriage. Got burned. Enjoys being a loner. The last thing he ever wanted
reconciled to her fate. Oddly enough, she had reached the point where she feared living far more than dying. Living like this, strapped to a chair, her feet bound, unable to do more than wiggle her toes and fingers and twist her head from side to side was un-endurable. But endure it she must. Until he killed her. And he would kill her. But far worse than being bound to the damn rocking chair or even knowing her captor would eventually end her life were those moments when he laid the tiny bundle