Can a dead serial killer still hunt me?The body of the young woman left near my remote cabin looks like my murdered daughter. Even the mark carved in her chest is the same - the same scar carved into my own chest. He left her for me to discover - a grisly gift.For two years, I’ve survived alone, hiding to protect myself from the grief of losing my family to the serial killer I hunted as a detective. The ghosts of my dead family keep me company, visiting nightly, keeping me sane – or maybe not.The dead girl in my woods is not a ghost. She's as real as her blood on the snow and obviously killed by the same man that butchered my family.But that man has been dead for two years.Who – or what – hunts me now?Can I find the courage, the faith and the sanity to conquer him again?------A haunting mix of adventure and psychological thrills. Explore the limits of what one woman can endure and still triumph. A reading experience you won't forget.Supernatural thriller readers, like you, are saying, “Takes you by the throat on the first page and grips you until the wow of an ending.”Clear your schedule and delve into a world of secrets and bravery in this addictive Christian suspense thriller.
The masterful first book in the Maddison, Indiana Supernatural Thrillers series.
Book 1 – Marked by DarknessBook 2 – Inheriting ElyseBook 3 – Cage of Invisible BarsBook 4 – 13 Doors
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My dog, Indy, turns on the wooded path, unsettled and blocking my way.I push past Indy and jog over the small hill and around the turn in the trees.I should have trusted the dog. The body propped against a tree is most certainly dead, but she’s not an animal.Skittering to a stop, I slide down the snowy path and land on my rear.The young woman sits against the tree, her dark hair, so much like Lilly’s hanging over both shoulders. The hair frames the mark carved on her chest.The Roman numeral two.For a moment, I think I'm seeing Lilly. Maybe she’s just playing a cruel trick on me.But this young woman is really here, and Lilly never is.My chest hurts, and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Indy paces next to me, whining, urging me to leave.I crawl to the young woman instead, taking in details with my long-unused detective's eye.Long arcs of blood stain the snow where it had pumped from the slit at her throat. She sits on her bottom with legs stretched in front of her and hands taped behind the tree.The bloody mark on her chest has already frozen into tiny clinging crystals.Her pink sweater has been cut down the front, opened to showcase the mark. Her jeans are in place, and I can only hope she hasn't been sexually assaulted. Mercifully, Jesse Franklin hadn't raped his victims, but Jesse Franklin has been dead for two years.She wears no shoes, but her socks are soaked and dirty. She'd been forced to walk here through the snow, terrified and freezing. My heart aches for the woman in a rush of emotion that nearly breaks me.I don’t touch her or get too close, preserve the snowy crime scene. Two sets of footprints lead to the tree from the direction of the access road nearby. Only one set of prints lead out. It was too easy for someone to leave the girl on my path.My path.The realization sinks like a stone.Whoever did this knew where he left her. He brought her here for me to find. A killer has been in my woods. A killer who knows just how to torture me.I'm on my feet and sprinting back towards the cabin before Indy realizes I'd intended to move.I run like the devil is on my heels.Because he is.
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