johnjgeddes

It's not just a memory, but a haunting...

We're not just being watched, but targeted...

I was with her, pursuing a killer, but for a brief, golden afternoon all thoughts of danger were banished

I always figured the sniper was working alone, I didn't suspect there was an accomplice...

Pursuing a sniper and possibly a new romance―I wasn't sure I wanted to explore this strange territory

Clare was dispassionate and stated the facts . As a profiler, I was also details oriented, but Clare put me to shame.

A fellow officer tried to kill me. Then it hit me—Clare might be next.

Clare was thinking the perp was an insider--somebody on the force―one of us with a grudge

All my training went out the window eclipsed by the shock of seeing her die before me.

I saw the gun metal glint and knew exactly where he stood, but now I also knew where I stood…

I was a marked man in a dangerous game. We were stalking each other.

Love always returns...

Sarah's killer still prowls seeking prey, and I want to lay him to rest

She haunts me. I can’t go on… I will go on.

I'll gladly come out of retirement to catch my ex-partner's killer

There's a little bit of a monster in me.

The watcher in the woods

I feel called to explore the dark corners of infinity.

It wasn’t the house but Sonya who was haunted and Sara and I were determined to find out why.

To fully understand our monsters, we'd have to become them...