Killer Dreams (Eve Duncan)

Killer Dreams (Eve Duncan)

Iris Johansen

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 055358653X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The #1 New York Times bestselling author of Countdown returns with a knock-out suspense thriller that pits a mother and son against a killer who's the stuff of nightmares.

If you close your eyes, he’ll get you. Sophie Dunston knows all too well how dreams can kill. As one of the nation’s top sleep therapists, she specializes in the life-threatening night terrors that her ten-year-old son, Michael, suffers from. But she is also an expert in another kind of terror–the kind that can turn a dream life into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye.

Someone is watching. He’s a shadowy figure from out of her darkest fears and he hasn’t forgotten her. In one shocking moment of violence, he’d shattered Sophie’s world forever and left her with only one thing to live for: her son. But the nightmare isn’t over for Sophie Dunston. It’s just begun. He’s been waiting. Sophie was supposed to die the first time around, but fate intervened. This time he’ll make sure that not even a miracle will save her.

It wasn’t a miracle that saved Jock Gavin, but it was pretty close. A semiretired hit man, commando, and jack-of-all-deadly-trades, he knows what Sophie is up against–and that she’ll need help. But the man he’s chosen for the job is as unpredictable as he is dangerous. Matt Royd is a wild card–hard, cool, merciless–and putting him into play changes the game completely. But to whose advantage?

Sophie will soon find out. She will have to trust Royd because she has no choices left. Because the bogeyman haunting her dreams is all too real and he’s on the hunt again. Because the nightmare he’s got planned for Sophie won’t end when she wakes up screaming. It won’t end. Ever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lucky Jock didn’t feel the same way. From the moment she had heard about Garwood she had been in an agony of self-recrimination. She had hurt those men, all of them, in ways too terrible to imagine. But she did think and imagine and wonder. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t think she could ever stop. Until she stopped Robert Sanborne. Jock came back into the house almost immediately after they’d carried Caprio to Royd’s car. “I thought you were going with him,” Sophie said. “So did I. Royd

“I have a plan and it happens next Tuesday.” “If Sanborne sent his pet tarantula to sting you, there’s a good chance you may not get your opportunity. His routine will be altered.” He was right. She had thought of that possibility but she hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” “I don’t believe Royd is going to be willing to wait around for you to get your chance. You’ll have to accept that there’s a new element to deal with.” “I don’t have to accept anything.”

He strode over to the six-foot metal cabinet and opened the doors. “Shelves, dammit,” he muttered. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a key chain with a number of tools hanging from it. “Keep an eye out the back of the van while I get rid of them.” She crouched at the open door of the van. “What’s that? A Swiss Army knife?” “A good deal more sophisticated but the same basic idea. What’s happening inside?” “A lot of activity. Guards moving around….” And one was opening the front door of

mistake. I supplied him with her hair and an excellently forged note with her saliva on the seal inviting Edmunds to meet her. I told him to clean up the crime scene.” “And the car?” “Is now at the bottom of the bay.” He added, “It’s now only a matter of waiting until the police pick her up. Be patient.” “Screw patience. She’ll start yelling about you and REM-4 the minute she’s given a chance to talk to reporters.” “She won’t talk to reporters for a while. She’ll get legal assistance first.

can’t remember anyone offering help. Then when I joined the service, it was different. I had to be the best.” “And anyone at the top of the heap couldn’t ask for help?” “I couldn’t,” he said simply. Yes, she could see that he wouldn’t be able to lower his guard to that extent. He was too scarred, and that bold, brash demeanor would have repelled anyone who tried to get beyond that tough exterior. Jesus, she was actually feeling sorry for him. No one could want sympathy less than Royd, but she

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