Leslie Wolfe

La vida de Andrea Brafford es casi perfecta. Es una apasionada bióloga marina y está felizmente casada con Craig, el hombre al que ama.

Jenna, una joven de diecisiete años, desaparece de Mount Chester en un caluroso día de verano. Poco después, se descubre su cadáver en las remotas montañas...

When I wake up, I know three things. My name is Emma. Someone tried to kill me. And I can't remember who. When I blink, my eyelashes brush against scratchy cloth. My fingers twitch, numb and distant. In the distance, sirens wail. I'm in the hospital. I should be safe here, but I know I'm not...

En un tranquilo pueblo de montaña, la viuda Cheryl Coleman mira ansiosamente por la ventana de la cocina mientras afuera arrecia una tormenta. Cuando llaman...

Kay Sharp casi no ha tenido tiempo de acostumbrarse a su nuevo trabajo como detective en Mount Chester cuando aparece un cadáver en el río Blackwater...

Alison Nolan y su hija Hazel, de seis años, están en camino para pasar unas vacaciones muy necesarias en lago Cuwar, conocido en la zona como el Lago...

Alison Nolan y su hija Hazel, de seis años, están en camino para pasar unas vacaciones muy necesarias en lago Cuwar, conocido en la zona como el Lago Silencioso, donde las montañas nevadas están rodeadas por los colores del otoño. Horas después, no hay rastro de ellas. La agente especial...

Everyone says that I’m paranoid, but I just think I’m prepared. My secrets have placed me in terrible danger....

Betroet kirurg. Kærlig hustru. Morder? Før min verden styrtede sammen, havde jeg det hele. Den succesfulde karriere, jeg drømte om. Det smukke røde...

His pale skin is covered with the dirt I threw over his still-warm body. His hands, marked by a struggle that ended in blood, rest over his chest. His once vibrant, loving eyes are now forever closed. I am the one who consigned my husband to the damp earth of the Glades. Seven months ago, I lost...

Before my world came crashing down, I had it all. The successful career I dreamed of. The beautiful red-brick home where I could relax in front of the fire. The handsome, devoted husband whose blue eyes and charming smile always made me feel safe....

She lay in the frosted grass behind Frozen Falls. Her eyes were wide open, and the wind blew her hair, ash-blonde locks reflecting the blue sky. Her face, beautiful even in death, was pale, as if the bitter cold from the mountain had drained the color from her cheeks. On a crisp autumn day in...

Her face, beautiful even in death, gazed open-eyed at the azure sky. Her silky brown hair fanned around her head, bringing out the pallor of her skin. Her lips were slightly parted as if she was still breathing, as if she was whispering her good-byes. On a hot summer’s day, the sleepy town of...

Her chestnut hair, long and shiny, fanned around her head, moving gently in the wind. Her eyes, still open, stared at the back door, and her hand stretched out in a pleading gesture. Her lips, pale under the rosy lip gloss, were parted slightly as if to whisper one last word, to draw one last...

Where her daughter had played Gretel in front of a cheering audience, only two faint stage lights remained. The theater was deserted and eerily silent; the only sound she could hear was her own heart, pounding in a frenzy against her chest....

She looked alive, her hair drifting freely in the water, her red lips gently parted, as if to let her final breath escape. A small locket floated by her face, attached to her neck with a silver chain.... When Detective Kay Sharp first left Mount Chester - population 3,823 - in her rear-view...

"Please, not in front of my daughter,” she pleaded. “She’s just a little girl.” He leaned closer, so close she felt his heated breath on her face. The blue jays that had been filling the valley with their chirping fell silent all at once when the woman’s cry ripped through the clear...

The sea didn’t have her long enough to ravage her broken body. Her beauty is still intact, her pale lips slightly parted in the memory of her last breath, her dark hair clinging to her face in long, wavy strands. Every inch of her skin bears testimony of her terrifying fate at the hands of the...

Her body is frozen, unable to move. Her eyes are locked on the blood leaving her body in a steady string of droplets, collecting in the bone ash porcelain bowl engraved with intricate gold leaves. Her parted lips let out a shriek that no one hears. He just smiles and wipes her tears with cold...

One number, one letter: 3D. Two characters, nine cuts, their edges always crossing, carved sharply into Danielle’s bleeding flesh. She’d seen it before. On his other victims’ bodies. The crimes: horrifying After a high-profile victim survives a brutal attack in her own home, FBI special...