Twice Dead (Fbi Thriller)
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For the first time: the FBI thrillers Riptide and Hemlock Bay together in one volume.
Catherine Coulter's FBI series "twists at every turn" (San Diego Union-Tribune). In two of her most gripping books-Riptide and Hemlock Bay- FBI agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock face dangerous threats in both their professional and personal lives.
In Riptide, trouble follows an intrepid reporter to the quiet coastal Maine community, and Savich and Sherlock must face down a KGB agent to find the truth.
In Hemlock Bay, the two travel to Maryland to take down the satanic child-killing Tuttle twins.
black, long and lean, big, chunky black boots laced up the front to the knees like combat boots. They carried knives and guns. The boys were huddled together on their knees, crying, clutching each other. Blood caked their faces, but they could move, and that meant no bones were broken. “Where are the Ghouls?” Tammy Tuttle shouted, and Savich realized in that instant that he hadn’t misheard; it wasn’t the Tuttle brothers, it was one brother and one sister. What was all this about the ghouls
she swore in that moment that she could taste the same taste in her mouth now as she had then when she’d awakened in the hospital that first time when she’d been so bewildered, so weak she couldn’t even raise her hand. “You don’t remember taking the pills?” “No, not really.” “And now you don’t remember driving your car into a redwood. Your speed, it was estimated by the sheriff, was about sixty miles per hour, maybe faster. You were very lucky, Mrs. Frasier. A guy happened to come around a
“No, it’s all right. Of course you’re curious. Everyone else in town is.” “What do you mean?” “My wife didn’t die. She just up and left me. She was here one day, gone the next. No word, no message, nothing at all. That was fifteen months, two weeks, and three days ago. She’s listed as a Missing Person.” “I’m very sorry, Tyler.” “Yeah, so am I. So is her son.” He shrugged. “We’re getting by. It gets better as time passes.” What an odd way to put it. Wasn’t Sam his son, too? “The townspeople
Ryan. I’ll give you a money order since I don’t have a bank account here. Could it be cleaned today so I can move in tomorrow afternoon?” “It will be ready if I have to clean it myself. Actually, since it’s summer, I can round up a dozen high schoolers and get them right over here. Don’t you worry about a thing. Oh yes, there’s the most adorable little boy who lives not far from here, over on Gum Shoe Lane. I’m not really his aunt but that’s what he calls me. His name is Sam and I watched him
death in that car accident. How many more we don’t know about? And that brings up another question. You said you believe you’re now his only focus, his purpose for living. What about his son? He’s in that burn clinic in Switzerland. He doesn’t care about him anymore? Or maybe that wasn’t an accident, either, and he tried to kill him, too?” “I don’t know.” Adam said, “Maybe he was always over the top and he’s gotten more so, and maybe that goes to explain why he appears not to be worrying about