The Perfect Husband: An FBI Profiler Novel
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What would you do if the man of your dreams hides the soul of a killer?
Jim Beckett was everything she'd ever dreamed of...But two years after Tess married the decorated cop and bore his child, she helped put him behind bars for savagely murdering ten women. Even locked up in a maximum security prison, he vowed he would come after her and make her pay. Now the cunning killer has escaped—and the most dangerous game of all begins....
After a lifetime of fear, Tess will do something she's never done before. She's going to learn to protect her daughter and fight back, with the help of a burned-out ex-marine. As the largest manhunt four states have ever seen mobilizes to catch Beckett, the clock winds down to the terrifying reunion between husband and wife. And Tess knows that this time, her only choices are to kill—or be killed.
way.” Grabbing her arm, Jim dragged her upstairs. Fresh blood stained his shoulder red. Had she hit him? She couldn’t think anymore. Her cheek was on fire from the blow, and ringing filled her ears. The madman was winning. Jim had gotten control. No! Goddammit, no! She kicked out at the back of Jim’s legs, aiming for his kneecap. He twisted away. She knitted her fingers of her free hand into a shovel and went after his kidneys. He slapped her across the face. She bit his shoulder, then tore
November was a funny kind of month. Wired people up, left them with no defenses against the oncoming gloom of winter. Left even guys like Bobby doing all they could do just to hold the course. He finished his nachos. He drank his Coke. He settled his bill, and just as he had convinced himself it really was a good idea to go home, the beeper suddenly activated on his belt. He read the screen in one instant and was bolting out the door the next. It had been that kind of day. Now it would be that
“No more. I hired you. I want you sober.” “A marine shoots better drunk,” he said curtly, no longer amused. “Well, J.T., you’re not a marine.” “Big mistake, Angela. Big mistake.” He stalked toward her. She stood her ground. “You getting mean?” she said haughtily. “Do you miss the beer that much already?” “Not the beer. Sex.” His arm whipped out, faster than she could have imagined. One hand palmed her head, his fingertips rubbing her scalp. “You still haven’t moved. Maybe you want to kiss
lieutenant and sergeant running central command, seized the master key, and unlocked the system, opening all cell doors and blocks. “In the ensuing prison riot, Beckett simply walked away, still dressed as a corrections officer. It took eight hours to determine that he was missing. “An eight-hour headstart. Nobody has seen him since. “I won’t lie to you, people. The weeks ahead will be the toughest weeks of your career. The Walpole’s IPS [Inner Perimeter Security] Team searched the immediate
here. Vincent’s been trying to call you, and you were never home. And I … I couldn’t afford to wait, so I got your address and I just … well, I just came here. “Train me,” she said abruptly. “Just train me, that’s all I want. One month of your time. I’ll give you one hundred thousand dollars and you teach me everything you know.” “What the hell?” “One month, that’s all I’m asking. You never have to leave the villa, you don’t have to do anything other than lounge around and tell me what to do.