Resultados para "Trust No One" en Novela negra

Navy SEAL Brody Hawke is fighting for his country when he gets a letter from his father—who died when Brody was three. Not only is Giancarlo Hawke alive, he begs his son to come to California. He believes he's in grave danger and warns Brody to trust no one. Taped to the back of the letter is a photo of a man who's a dead ringer for Brody—the twin brother he never knew existed.

Navy SEAL Brody Hawke gets a letter from his father - who died when Brody was three. Not only is Giancarlo Hawke alive, he begs his son to come to California. He believes he's in grave danger and warns Brody to trust no one. Taped to the back of the letter is a photo of a man who's a dead ringer for Brody - the twin brother he never knew existed. Victoria Anderson thinks she's found an ideal partner in loyal, levelheaded vintner Elliott Hawke. But then his father dies under suspicious circumstances, and she meets the brother who was separated from Elliott.

When Olivia Blake receives a note, she thinks someone is playing a prank...until she’s lured to an empty house. Then she witnesses a man burning to death and realizes the threat is serious. The problem is she doesn’t know who is after her or why. As she tries to uncover who is tormenting her, someone watches from the shadows - someone who knows the truth about a tragic accident that happened years ago, someone who won’t stop until everyone involved has paid the ultimate price. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but this killer prefers to play with fire.

In a cabin by a lake, a mother and father tuck their little girl into bed and kiss her goodnight. But they can’t enjoy the evening summer breeze—because this is no ordinary family on vacation. This is a family with nowhere left to run…and no one left to trust.

In his most terrifying and twisted case yet, Denver homicide detective Nick Teffinger goes to Bangkok to search for a friend who has gone missing, only to find himself on the run for murder when a glamorous club girl turns up dead in his bed.

My name is Sara Eden. My name is Sara Eden. My name is Sara Eden. My name is Sara Eden. This is all Sara Eden knows about herself. She was found at the age of 10, abandoned in a vat of water - a homemade sensory-deprivation chamber. Someone had placed her there - trapped for days in the dark, with only a cassette player taped to her head repeating again and again, 'My name is Sara Eden'. There were a handful clues: a battered cassette player, a cheap necklace, a few scraps of paper. And a Polaroid of a stranger with a handwritten note: 'Don't trust this man'.

A marriage is what you make it, isn't it? It's what you put into it. It's not just about love; it's about understanding another person's point of view. Sometimes there are things you find out about yourself and each other, which means the marriage has to end. Sad, particularly when kids are involved - but all pretty normal. Normal, that is, until there's a murder.

Best selling author Iris Johansen raises the stakes and the heart rate with this relentless new thriller that follows the harrowing trail of a ruthless killer on the hunt - and the woman who is determined to hunt him down.

The #1 New York Times bestselling author of Final Target, Iris Johansen raises the stakes and the heart rate with this relentless thriller that follows the harrowing trail of a ruthless killer on the hunt—and the woman who is determined to hunt him down. He is the most terrifying of killers...

Released from the hospital with her memory still blurred, the only survivor of a horrific car crash meets the brother of one of the victims. They soon suspect that someone will do anything to hide the truth of what happened on the road that night—and why. A serial killer calls up a late-night radio DJ with a gruesome request. Ellie and Ash have moved into a beautiful old house—but it has a mysterious past, and their life in the countryside is about to take a dark turn. A woman is haunted by an event in her past—and tormented by a mysterious killer who won’t let her forget it.