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TWO BODIES IN A FIELD OF SNOW. THERE IS NO EVIDENCE HOW THEY GOT THERE.County Prosecutor Burke Wyatt is called out to a baffling crime scene. Two men have been executed and left in a field of freshly fallen snow.
Whoever did it left the bodies without leaving a trace themselves.
A HAUNTED MAN DRIVEN TO FIND THE TRUTH.Tortured by the ghosts of his past, Burke can't help himself from getting involved in the investigation, especially when the unlikeable local sheriff is unable to make headway.
As a former deputy sheriff who'd stepped back into the law to have a safer job for his family, Burke finds himself looking over his shoulder as he tries to track down the culprit, every turn causing more questions and bringing him nearer to danger. Even steps forward that feel like he's closing in on the killer also make him think the killer is getting further away.
A MURDERER LURKING IN THE SHADOWS.Burke soon figures out that there is far more going on than two murders, and he begins to fear they have a serial killer moving unhindered and unnoticed.
Burke's skills and resolve are tested beyond what he thinks he can handle in this tale of intrigue, suspense, and thrills as he struggles to solve the puzzle.
Can Burke stop the killer before the person kills again?
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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The icy wind jolted Burke Wyatt's hair as he exited his truck, surveying the frozen scene while shaking his head. Winter had come early, and he repressed a shiver as he flipped up his collar and put on his black wool ball cap against the biting cold. There had been a time when he wore a standard cap in the winter, but his wife had insisted, so he wore this because of her.
It was her last gift.
That made it hard to stop wearing once things warmed up, but he was forced to when it got hot.
As soon as it was cold, he picked it up again.
His eyes narrowed as he focused on the two bodies that were just visible. He wouldn't have known what to look for if he hadn't already known what they were. They were a hundred feet from where he'd parked his truck on the side of the road.
He hadn't counted how many times he'd responded to a crime such as this. Some became desensitized, but he never had, and he hoped he never would, even though each new case was like a fresh wound.
But it didn't matter. He could handle it. That's why he did this job. It was one of the few things he could imagine himself doing. Even though an enormous burden came with being the Bonneville County Prosecutor in southeastern Idaho, he couldn't and wouldn't turn from this task.
The worst had already happened.
Burke's job was to pick up the pieces and determine the how and the why. Today was just the beginning. It would be a long road until he saw the perpetrator brought to justice.
And he would or he wouldn't stop. Like the other cases that wouldn't let him go.
Especially the one.
He expelled a sigh, sending a frosty puff of mist into the frigid air. The frustration and anger lasted for a moment longer, and then it was like a switch flipped.
He pushed it away.
