Showing results by author "Kwen Griffeth"

The hawk was created in the image of a hawk. That means he must use violence every day of his life if he wants to eat and live another day. He can never wake up one morning and say to himself, I no longer wish to eat mice and snakes; I want to eat seeds and nuts like the cardinal. No, he cannot do this, and why? Because he was created in the image of a hawk. I don't see, I don't understand. Sam, I know your father taught you this, but you have forgotten.

The murder was brutal. The scene resembled a slaughterhouse. "We need Nate Burns," Jack Mill said and set about getting the medically retired detective to Vegas. Such a simple request will lead Nate not only on a manhunt across the country but also back in time 30 years, where he will struggle to understand the implications of the Cold War.  

Sam must balance what he feels he owes to his dead friend Wiggins against what he owes to Laura and their children.

Samuel Moses Cardiff had a plan. He would graduate from the Teachers College in Albany, secure himself a position as a school master and ask his long-time girlfriend to marry him. He had a plan and just one thing stood in his way, the Civil War. Samuel graduated college the summer Fort Sumter was fired upon and he returned home in time to be enlisted into the 42nd New York Infantry Regiment. His life was put on hold.

There was no doubt the man was dead. A bullet through the head will do that. But, who was dead? The man had no identification, no known address, no Social Security information could be found, and the fingerprint search came up empty. Detective Nate Burns, Albuquerque Police Department, knew two things. The man was dead and he was blood type O+. The most common type of blood in the country.

Nate knelt beside the dead girl. This wasn't his first homicide, it wasn't even the first dead prostitute he'd investigated. It wasn't the first strangling death he'd been assigned to. But this one bothered him. Maybe it was her youth; she appeared to be in her early twenties. Maybe it was her looks, as death had yet to rob her of her beauty. Maybe she reminded him of his own daughter, Lizzie, who was only a few years younger. Maybe it was something else entirely.

The grisly murder of a diplomat’s son in Central Park draws NYPD Detective Gerald Meeker and FBI Special Agent Andee Trakes into a twisted and confusing investigation. Within hours, the evidence indicates the man was executed in the manner saved for werewolves. Andee Trakes is assigned to liaison with a history professor who is an expert on folklore and legends. Professor Alwyn Lloyd not only agrees the method of death was indeed an execution, he claims to be a werewolf.

Emma was five years old and her mother was dead. A drunk driver saw to that. Well-meaning family and friends tell Emma not to worry, as her mother will always be with her. So which one of them is writing the little girl notes?

Jack was a genius. He had been tested. He knew it; everyone knew it. Jack was logical. Jack knew it was impossible to hit a ghost with his car. He managed to get it done. Jack didn't believe in spirits or ghosts, so why was this one haunting him in his dreams.

Joseph Denton was a man happy with his life. Oh sure, he would do a few things a little different if he had the chance. If he could get a do-over, he would be an architect instead of a pharmacist. It's not that he doesn't like being a pharmacist, but he always wanted to design buildings. If he could do it one more time, he would make it so his wife and he could have kids. He was sure he would enjoy being a father, but his wife would have loved being a mother even more. More money would be nice, but do-overs don't exist.