Chosen To Die (An Alvarez & Pescoli Novel)
He'll select Them. . .
Detective Regan Pescoli has labored the "Star Crossed Killer" case for months, by no means imagining she'd be captured through the madman she's been looking. Regan understands precisely what he is able of--and averting an identical destiny will take each drop of her braveness and cunning.
Abduct Them. . .
Regan Pescoli is in contrast to any girl Nate Santana has met ahead of. yet now she's lacking, and Nate understands whatever is dangerously unsuitable. the one one who may help him locate her is Detective Selena Alvarez, Regan's accomplice. As Nate and Selena dig deeper into the Star-Crossed Killer case and the physique count number rises, the reality approximately Regan's disappearance turns into chillingly clear.
And Kill Them. . .
In the desolate Montana woods, evil is lurking. And with time operating out, the single solution to shop Regan might be to get inside of a killer's twisted brain and resolve a surprising message that's being printed, one physique at a time. . .
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