Unlucky 13 (Women's Murder Club)
James Patterson, Maxine Paetro
The Women's homicide membership is stalked by means of a killer with not anything to lose.
San Francisco Detective Lindsay Boxer is loving her lifestyles as a brand new mom. With an attentive husband, a role she loves, plus most sensible acquaintances who can discuss something from intercourse to homicide, issues could not be better.
Then the FBI sends Lindsay a photograph of a killer from her prior, and her satisfied international is shattered. the image captures a gorgeous girl at a stoplight. yet all Lindsay sees is the psychopath at the back of these seductive eyes: Mackie Morales, the main deranged and hazardous brain the Women's homicide membership has ever encountered.
In this pulse-racing, emotionally charged novel by means of James Patterson, the Women's homicide membership needs to discover a killer--before she unearths them first.
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