After her sister’s strange death, a young woman finds herself in deadly peril. Annie Honeycut is one of the country’s most daring freelance photographers, known for her willingness to risk anything for the perfect shot. Working on an assignment about a mysterious house outside Denver, the site of a string of grisly murders a century ago, Annie needs just one more picture to make it perfect: a shot of the murder room, for which she must scale the wall of the creaky old Victorian. She gets the picture, but it will be her last.
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Until she got pregnant, Lauren Caylor and her husband worked side by side in the high-pressure offices of one of Los Angeles’ most prestigious law firms. They moved out of LA for the sake of their daughter, but their marriage couldn’t stand the slow pace of suburban life, and their love withered away. Now married to a wonderfully understanding man named Richard, Lauren’s life is a suburban ideal - and it is about to be destroyed. It starts one afternoon when she notices a car following her home from work. Next, a pair of recluses moves into the house across the street, sending Richard into a strange panic.
Saved from a mugger, a young woman runs into the arms of a madman. On her way to meet a friend for lunch at a Mexican restaurant in a seedy part of downtown Denver, Valerie Rowe gets tackled from behind. When she’s back on her feet, her purse is gone, and the teenager who took it is sprinting down the street. She chases after him, but knows it’s hopeless - right until her mugger runs into Leonard. This quiet young man refuses a reward for retrieving her purse, but accepts an invitation to lunch. Though she doesn’t know it, Valerie’s moment of politeness could prove fatal.
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Denver oilman Phillip Townsend is alone in his Jaguar when he drives off the cliff. The police call it an accident, but his widow, half mad with grief, insists it was murder. Her husband was quiet, cautious, boring - so what was he doing on the outskirts of Denver, driving drunk down a lonely mountain road?
When Samuel Butler, a cruelly arrogant titan of industry, learns his wife is cheating again, he expresses his feelings with a punch to her face. She is bruised when he leaves the house, but still alive. After a few hours’ drinking, he comes home to apologize, flowers in hand, and finds his wife bludgeoned to death on the floor. Or at least that’s what he tells the police. In desperation, Butler’s lawyer hires private detective Jacob Lomax to prove his client’s alibi.
At Christmas, a psychotic killer returns to torment a happy family. After her release from the hospital, Christine drives straight to Colorado. The heat in her car is busted and her clothes are thin, but Christine doesn’t mind the chill. She is going to find Alex, and when she does, she will have vengeance to keep her warm. Years ago, after giving up her son for adoption, this delicate young beauty flew into a fit of jealous madness, killing her child and his new mother. The boy’s adoptive father, Alex, got away. He did not go far enough.
In frigid Denver, Lomax braves the mob to find a bookie’s missing daughterJoe Bellano never hurt nobody. A gentle barber who takes bets on the side, he’s muddling through life when his world comes crashing down around him. First he’s arrested by an overzealous police force hoping for dirt on the local mob. Released after convincing the police that he’s strictly small time, Bellano is trying to get back to normal when his teenage daughter vanishes.
Four gunmen storm a jewelry store in downtown Denver, wounding a guard and killing a child. They leave with $2.1 million in gems and one hostage: the store manager, who turns out to be in on the job. Most of the gang winds up dead, but the manager lands in jail. Two decades later, he’s up for release, the gems are still missing, and a whole lot of dangerous men will be watching to see if he knows where they’re hidden. Private investigator Jacob Lomax is one of them.
The plane went down outside Tucson, and all aboard were burned beyond recognition. The sole passenger was Martin Blyleven, an accountant employed by a Colorado televangelist with shady business partners, but the death was ruled an accident, and $400,000 in insurance money went to the widow. Four years later, she begins getting phone calls from a man claiming to be Martin. He has risen from the dead, but unlike the saints in his old boss’s sermons, he has come back demanding cash.